do you remember that scene in buffy… season five, in which glory RIPS the wall off tara and willow’s dorm room, to find willow, puddin’ headed tara, buffy and dawn inside eating sandwiches? the entire exterior wall…. their something story dorm room is exposed to the world. i wish i could do that to my apartment tonight. it’s a very cool summer and dark summer night out there. i would love to have that cool and dark in here. there is more than breeze… there is practically wind. it’s delightful. but my easy bake casita is stuffy. blah. i should live in a garage.
pru and i did not have a good day yesterday. i had the day off, and i had many things to do. at nine, i took lola the sparkling gold princess comfort cruiser to the dealer, to get one of my prepaid oil changes. they were supposed to be done at 9:45, so i could make my 10:10 dentist appointment. at 10:15, they were explaining to me how my front brakes were metal on metal, and why didn’t i come back, tomorrow, with $220+ and leave lola with them all day, so they could fix it. great, fine, i think i have $220 in change in my sofa cushions. i so do not have that money. blah. then, i got a filling. my first since i was a little kid. and you know what? while not excruciatingly painful, it’s not at all pleasant. i was well on my way to crabby. shanti, my ‘waxing artist” was doing my brows, and i was explaining to her why it had been so long, and one thing lead to another, so i sorta explained to her how the IRS wants my blood. now shanti feels sorry for me too.
last but not least, i had to take pru for her 1 year well-kitty checkup with her vet, my uncle. you simply cannot beat free vet care. you can’t. wait, you can too, free AND first rate vet care. my uncle has a pet peeve, so to speak, with fat pets. with good reason. most people have spent far too much time watching disney movies, and sleeping with stuffed animals. they think that a fat, rolly polly pet is a happy, healthy pet. and it just ain’t true. this is especially the case with bunnies. and my uncle does a lot of bunny care. in reality, a healthy bunny would seem a bit skinny to us. anyway, pru did NOT enjoy her trip to the vet. she HISSED repeatedly at the vet tech who was trying to give her a pedicure. i was so surprised, because baby kitty is such a fastidious groomer, you would think she’d enjoy getting her nails done. not so. then my uncle came in and pronounced her OBESE. and her mood quickly deteriorated even further. he even wrote the word in her chart.
first of all, pru is not obese. she is BARELY on the tubby side, maybe. i’ve seen fat cats. i’ve owned fat cats. my cat is not obese. luckily, i have installed the nelson family filter, and i am able to process this piece of information accordingly. once, after recently taking the B in for a checkup, i told my aunt that she was pronounced FAT. and she said, of course she’s fat… they’re ALL fat. so ok, pru is in danger of being fat. that’s what it really means. and it means that the next time i buy pru chow, i will get the kind for cats who need to watch their figure.
pru was pissed. i told my uncle that he should have started the exam by saying how pretty she was, so, in concession, he spoke of how remarkably intricate and beautiful the faces of tabby cats were. nice save. didn’t help. pru has been pissy the last 24 hours. i also think the vaccinations made her feel poopy. my mouth was sore and she felt poopy.
it wasn’t our best day.
Monthly Archives: August 2003
Let me finish my sandwich first, then I will face my only fear.
hello!
multi-tasking. eating my sammich and blogging. it’s lunchtime and i’ve got a sammich from the fresh market and a peach snapple ice tea. can’t beat that, can you?
problem is, i have no good stories for you today. that’s not to say that the stories i tell the other days are especially good. but in my own, delusional mind, they are at least entertaining. to me.
shoot. what should i do? should i make something up? should i tell you a good story from the past? or should i crash on the beanbag chair and relax during my lunch hour?
take a guess which one i am picking….
Beyond these doors is an agony worse than all others. You will remain in here for eternity listening to… whiny protest songs from the Sixties.
mr. moon sent out an email today. a broadcast email. it seems mrs. moon made a request for a cd of music, to play after the birth of baby moon. which i think is in october? [there are a lot pregnant people around here, i get confused.] so anyway, this is what mr. moon said:
“so i got to thinking yesterday at work while trying to ignore my co-worker’s constant complaining, “what songs would you like to hear on your first day of LIFE?” so after about 4 hours, I came up with a list of about 265 songs. but i was wondering what my friends/family might want to hear on their first days of LIFE – so i am now asking you for your help in this matter.”
i was going to tell him i donít have time for that shit, man. iím very very very busy and extremely popular, and my opinion is sought by many. but that is not really true, because anyone who knows me knows that a: i’d rather compile a list of songs than do any number of chores that make up my day and b: i have a soft spot for mr. moon. ON THE TOP OF MY HEAD!
so i was compiling some songs. i have not even looked at his list, because i didn’t want it to sway me. and i thought to myself, you know who has good taste? my dear internet friends, that’s who. you wanna submit some songs? i’ll compile everyone’s songs together, and i will post the list. and then i will make mr. moon come read it, because he never reads my blog anyway, and so this will make him read it. for all he knows, i am saying awful and horrific things about him behind his back. he don’t know. i could be. i’m like that.
ps: fee not only LIKES ME, she can’t live without me. it’s true. coooooo-dependent.
pps: feel free to email me your songs, if you are shy.
Maybe I’m not evil. But I don’t think I can be normal.
ack!! the punchiness is setting in! you know… the part where you get all hyper and you can’t sit still and you can’t shut up. the punchiness that comes with lack of sleep. i am going a million miles a minute, man. whooooooosh! ok.. i exaggerated. not a million miles. i’m not having a manic moment. but i am a little hyper. , dear internet friends. and because i am not receiving replies on my emails fast enough, and there are no new posts on the ‘brain for me to respond to, and tony isn’t here for me to shoot rubber bands it, and evildeb is at drawing class all day….i have to take it out on you.
after the punchiness comes the crash. i HATE the crash.
Maybe I’m not evil. But I don’t think I can be good.
romy and judes, it warms my heart to assist you in the moral decline of your sims. your sims and my sims should meet up at the strip club and hang out. get something pierced.
today i woke at 2:45 am, and never went back to sleep. painful. so i laid there and day dreamed. well, pre-dawn dreamed. and then i got up and moseyed about the casita. engaged in an epic battle with pru, over a green ball covered in twine. it has a bell in it! i let her win. but made sure she paid for it, i got in a whole bunch of tummy rubs before i surrendered. finally, i gave up. came to work at 6. and here i am. *working.*
you know what the great thing is, about coming in at 6? 10 am is halfway through your day. you can go get an EGG MCMUFFIN for lunch! how awesome is that? i’m so having an e mcmuff for lunch.
somebody kill me now… i’m tired.
i knew there was a reason i liked you people…
so your sims are in desperate need of porn, eh? hey… it’s understandable. we have needs.
the site is called the 8th deadly sim and it IS a pay site. but it’s only $3.50 from paypal for a month of unlimited downloads. the bars and cash registers have been converted for the mac, which i like. you can have a slum hotel, complete with drug paraphanaliaalskdfjaow, a movie theatre, a porn shop, strip club or a hooters. i think that’s it. there are strippers and cage dancers to download. i haven’t installed everything yet. i have some things i need to convert. and i’m not simming tonight. or tomorow. maybe wednesday?
ok. i have to go. i am in desperate need of lemon snickerdoodles. i’m off to the grocery store!!!
whoooooosh!!
I swear you two are living testimony to the fact that it’s better to be lucky than smart!
liloo and fee. you two are so lucky to have me. why i’d bet you sit around and thank your lucky stars, each and every night for the gift that is my friendship and attention.
……….. *snort* ok. maybe not. but you ARE lucky.
anyway, the yahoo group is no longer able to ignore me. my charms have worked their magic. you knew it would happen. how could it not?
played a lot of sims this weekend. maybe i’ll write some sim stories later. for some reason, i had a lot of kitchen fires this weekend. in the sims. not in real life. to have one in RL i’d probably have to cook something. ewwwwww… i also spent a lot of time downloading new furniture, objects, heads, outfits and such. because the creation and decorating part is the best part. there is one website in which you can download all the makings for a porn shop and a strip club. don’t you know my sim downtown NEEDS these kinds of diversions? it does. my sims needed a little spice in their lives. NOBODY is getting any, since hot date – it’s much more difficult to get the point where someone likes you enough to have sex with you. takes patience. i don’t have that. so PORN IT IS!!
hooray!!
ps: liloo… my muse sounds like fun! i hope she takes me with her next time.
If I were a better person, I’d ignore her and go on with my life. But I’m not.
feequote: they know how to ignore you? man, maybe i should talk to them and find out how.
i asked for that, didn’t i? well someone responded to me!! she commented on my email address. me@jodiferous.com. so there. i feel a lot of love all of the sudden. ha!
i was trying to work on my character profile, but my muse is very quiet. i think the muse had too much dr. pepper today and she is crashing.
Has the whole world gone crazy? Am I the only one who pays attention to the rules any more?
making new friends is hard. i joined this yahoo group, because that is where the naughty fan fiction. and by naughty, i mean i feel kinda naughty reading it. like it’s wrong somehow. however, some of it is naughty in the sense that it is restricted to people aged 18 over. i feel no more naughty reading than the clean stuff. it’s fan fiction in general. anyway, some of it is very very very good. i’m in the group. and i’ve replied to a couple of posts, or made comments. i’ve even emailed an author directly to tell her how much i loved her stuff. and no one responds to me. ever. no matter how charming i am. it’s like…. i’m invisible. but i see my posts. they are there. and so i got all huffy and decided to go back to lurking, and pouting. this is a very active group, it’s not like i am trying to get people all chatty, when they are not. it’s like i’m just… not there. but then today something inspired me to comment. i can’t help it. but no responses. i’d assume that i’m very unlikable and not funny or entertaining. but we know that’s not true. 😉
it’s them. isn’t it? yeah… i knew it.
it’s overcast and mild here today and i so happy about it. it’s filled me with about 10x’s my normal energy. i hope that lasts until i get home. so i can get things done. the energy is not working well with my focus disabilities. so i’m a bit scattered. if i was doing something physical right now, instead of working, i’d be getting a ton done. wheeeeeee!!!!
response to romy
they’ve got us by the sort and curlies, kid. don’t sacrifice the a/c.
response to fee
dude… thanks for the inside skinny of terrorists!! that’s good to know. thank god i have terrorist friends.
SPECTRE. Special Executive for Counter Intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge, Extortion. The four great cornerstones of power headed by the greatest brains in the world
last night i suffered from the Great Blackout 2003!! is that what they are calling it? what did they call it? i didn’t bother to really pay attention. i’ll call it The Extended Period of Time without Electricity 2003! because, it’s possible that the origin of the EPOTWE 2003, for me, was different. i, for one, think it was indeed terrorist activity. [ok, i know i said i didn’t pay attention to the blackout, but how come they can know FOR SURE that it’s not a terrorist attack, and yet not know what caused it? “oh, we don’t know why it happened, but we KNOW it wasn’t terrorists!!” just curious] anyway, the terrorist group responsible for the EPOTWE 2003 is known as the PSE. Puget Sound Electricity… i think. i was the victim of their GUERILLA WARFARE tactics because i FAILED TO COMPLY with their payment demands. they wanted my complete and abject loyalty and obedience. and anyone who knows me, knows i don’t hang with terrorists. i mean… look at me and the IRS… we are still at war. so basically, my way of thinking, i would respond to their demands when i was good and ready, or i remembered… whichever came last.
well, their EXTORTION METHODS are many, and they are painful, people. i came home to absolute silence. and darkness. except for the fact that the sun was still out. but OTHER THAN THAT. it was pretty dang dim. so i called them up and i said, “fine. here. take your measly $126 and stuff it up your power cord!” i was told that they worked until 9, and my power should be turned back on tonight.
never have felt so isolated. so cut off. why… it seemed like only moments ago i was in the car… with a/c… and music. and now i was plunged into a dark tunnel of loneliness. i flopped down on the bed, lying on my back, arms and legs stretched out.
“this is boring,” i said to pru.
“tell me something i don’t know,” she said, taking a moment to stretch herself out on the window sill,
“alright! did you know that there actually is no such animal as a panther, in so far as…”
“YES!! i do know. you told me all about it. panthera is a genus blah blah blah. i am a cat you know.”
“ooooooo-kay. i’m going to the movies.”
“fine. go. give me a kiss goodbye before you go.” *kiss* ” THANK YOU!”
so i spent $8.25 of my hardly earned money and went to see tomb raider. which i enjoyed very much because a: i like treasure hunt adventures, b: i like it when girls kick ass and c: i like angelina jolie, now that she’s not hooked up with billy bob. they were weird together. it creeped me out.
when i got home, after 10 pm my power was NOT on. so pru and i played with flashlights, and then i went to bed. i was certain i would not be able to sleep, as it was too quiet and the air was too still without the fans. in fact, i was giving myself 20 more minutes before i gave up and went to the 24 hour walgreens to wander about, when i fell asleep. woke up at 4:50 am. i was going to come into work at 6, but like i told evildeb, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling is infinitely more interesting in the early morning, than it is in the early evening. i came in at 7:30.
i’m still ashamed of giving in to the the PSE’s terrorist methods. but i hope my power is on when i get home. now i have to through away everything in my fridge. not an entirely bad idea anyway. i just hope my thomas kemper grape soda doesn’t spoil.