today, i was driving to the post office in wallingford. i was at 45th and stone. and across from me, on the sidewalk waiting to cross, were three people. there was an older women, with white hair, holding a “to-go” styrofoam box from some restaurant. her companion was a younger woman. i didn’t pay too much attention to her. she doesn’t figure much into the story. standing in front of them, reading a weekly newspaper, was a bohemian type of guy, with a green hat. when the light changed, the white haired woman, while talking to her friend, reached a hand forward and SHOVED the bohemian guy into the cross walk. she wasn’t even looking at him that much. she didn’t shove him hard, she was, after all, sort of an old lady. with one hand full of left overs. but you should have seen the utter shock on the face of the guy! he was stunned. then he stepped aside and gave them they international gesture for “no… after YOU.” letting them go first. in an annoyed, but still shocked, kinda way.
you can’t really blame him for being annoyed. shoving is rude.

here is my voyager card of the day:

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SETBACK
Just as the earth suffers devastation and disaster, your most beautiful, prosperous, solidly organized projects and plans – on which you depend and bank – encounter setback: a drying up of resources (drought), a sudden ruination (hurricane, forest fire, volcanic eruption), a block (wall), or a parting of ways (abandoned village).
oh for pete’s sake. i hope it’s referring to the resources i already know about. because i don’t have any other resources to dry up. i’m an empty shell. the IRS left me FOUR FUCKING DOLLARS AND SIXTY-ONE CENTS out of my paycheck today. dear internet friends, that is not enough to live on, is it?
Defeat and difficulty are regenerative, as are the earth’s natural disasters. The earth’s healthy new seeds symbolize this new life. For every storm, there is a rainbow. Take one step back – a strategic retreat – to go two steps forward through the newly open door of opportunity. As it is said, make lemonade out of lemons.
as long as there is a pot of gold at the end of this rainbow.
let’s examine all the new possibilities that will come with my being poor. hmm…. ok. i admit it. i’m not coming up with much. but i’m not exactly ready to look at the silver lining yet. fucking IRS. give me a couple of days. i was getting better over the weekend, until i saw how much they left me. s’ok. i’m going to get that levy released before the next paycheck.
how fun is it that i just air my dirty financial laundry out in public like this? pretty fun, huh? maybe after all this financial stuff is settled, i’ll discuss my intimacy issues.

*jodi looking dubious*

the brain seems to be down. not sure why. email is coming in sporadically. i was trying to get into the account to clean out the spam folders. it’s fun. but i can’t get in there other. but all the uberblogs work.
the other day i was chatting with my little brother, and he mentioned that he hadn’t been reading my blog, he should check it out. so josh… i just want you to know, if you ARE reading, i just thought of you. i ate a hot dog. but it was a hebrew national hotdog. that’s the kind your mom used to buy. and you ate them all the time. that’s right… you looooooved them. they take me right back to 3456 peachwillow. when i used to sit on the front lawn and BEG god, buddha, mohamed, krishna and various goddess to just let my life BEGIN already. when times were simpler, but miserabler.. and you ate meat.
that’s a pretty reflective hot dog.
i’m listening to kate bush, and trying to file past tax returns left unfiled in protest. yeah… that’s why i didn’t file them. i’m PROTESTING!! i don’t like our president and his policies. it’s not because i let a big problem snowball into a bigger and bigger and then HUGE problem. it has nothing to do with my superior avoidance and denial skills.
i’m thinking i should retitle this blog. “… the adventures of a girl, her kitten, her mood disorders and her BATTLE AGAINST THE IRS!!”
but then, that would be giving way way too much importance to the irs. despite how badly i’ve messed up, it doesn’t warrent the attention my kitten gets! or my mood disorders. god forbid.
i’m also working on my outline for my NaNoWriMo project. sorta. i’m brainstorming. it’s just not coming out in outline format.

if the full moon was the night of the 10th, could all the crazy people i ran into on the 11th just be left over from that? or is it really only the night of the full moon that they come out.
i left a crazy out. that was the lotto stalker. i was standing at a lottery kiosk, checking all the tickets i had wadded in my purse, to see if i could at least score some more tickets with them. some guy stood close to me… very close. inside my dance space close, and watched over my shoulder. every time i put a ticket under the scanner, he’d have a comment.
“you have to hold it still a second… for it to read… yeah. that’s it.”
“doesn’t read mega million tickets. nope.”
“there’s a trashcan right behind you.”
“oh… it’s a winner.”
“oh, that happens to me all the time.”
some people say that he was just trying to get me to hurry up, so he could check his tickets. but as soon as i was done, he walked away. i think he was ready to POUNCE should i have have won. which i did. two dollars.
he was creepy. and obviously had been up all night, dancing under the light of the full moon.

1. rub up against my legs, or weave in and out around my ankles.
2. lick anyone or anything other than herself.
3. that kneading bread thing kitties do when you are petting them.
things she does do, instead…
1. run in front of me as i leave one room for another and throw herself down in front of me, rolling on her back, putting her paws up in the air to “git me.”
2. try to sleep draped across my neck. like a scarf. or a neck brace.
3. drink out of faucets only. unless it’s hot, in which case she’ll use a glass of water on the bathroom counter i leave for just such a purpose.
4. heard me into the bathroom when i get home from work. in order to turn on a faucet.
5. “talk” to me. have kitty cat conversations with me.
6. touch her nose to my nose, when she’s sitting on the bathroom counter, and i’m getting ready in the morning.
7. sleep in the bathtub. summers only.

today is the 1st birthday of my brand new boobies!! their twelve month anniversary, if you will. hooray for boobies!! now some of you might say that since i had tissue taken away, and the new boobies were built out of remaining tissue, they are as old as i am. or as old as i am, minus the time before puberty. but you are wrong. besides, it’s more about the breasts themselves, their identity, than the tissue within. i was just realizing it was their birthday yesterday, and if i had noticed it earlier, i would have made boobiecakes. which would be cupcakes with a single red m n’m on top. probably frosted white. but that would take effort. and planning. i don’t even own cupcake pans. let alone those little paper cups they put in them. still… it’s a happy day for them. i glad i made the decision.
boobieday is somewhat overshadowed by the deaths of johnny cash and john ritter. the death of john ritter eerily reminds me of the death of my father. except.. my dad was asleep. not the set of his show. but my dad was only 56. and he had a massive heart attack in his sleep. bamf.
ok. now boobieday has been overshadowed by the fact that the irs has levied my entire paycheck, save “a couple of dollars.” shit. this is very very very bad. every single thing i have to pay is going to be delinquent. not that a lot of them aren’t already. shit.
ugh.

more fun links i found at loon’s blog…
i had to post this one… i simply had to. and if you know me, you know why.
my result:

what warning label are you?

yes! two posts in one day! i’m in that good of a mood.
you know, i can’t always come up with clever shit on my own. and there is a lot of pressure on me to come up with clever shit, not just on my blog. so that’s when i resort to stealing. today we stole something fun from a blog that belongs to someone i know only as staticloon. i like her because she listed off everything she ate yesterday, on her blog. that is such a freakin’ uber thing to do! anyway, she had a linke to this fun little thing. a mini mizer. a place where you can make a little lego version of yourself. for example, here i am, in my true warrior digital princess identity.

i was disappointed that i could not have a tartan skirt AND boots. so i went with the boots and fishnet stockings. upon review, i think i am wearing the same outfit as staticloon, understandable since is, apparently, a intergalactic princess. steve says that i should be an intergalactic warrior princess, too. but i said i didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes. besides, i’ve been the digital princess for almost ten years now. it’s what my mom thinks i do for a living. the warrior aspect, well that’s just cuz people thought i was a fluffy figurehead princess. just not so.
anyway… hooray for stealing from other people’s blogs! i should have saved this for monday, because i probably won’t have anything good to say. but it was too much fun. plus i sent it out to mr. snotty.

i’m in an excellent mood today. you know why? three reasons.
1. it’s eddie night! i get to see eddie izzard tonight, and have smart cocktails and appetizers.
2. i slept like a freakin’ baby last night. i was in bed by 9 and slept until 5:30 without waking up once.
3. i am in deep deep deep denial today. not just my every day denial. that’s superficial low level denial. i am in a super saturated sense of denial. the kind of denial that can only last one day, i am sure. but i am going to run with it while i can. i’m wrapped up in a snugly, protective blanket of denial and it’s softer than cashmere, kids! mmmm…. april fresh denial.
i’m wearing my sesame street t-shirt [it’s my favorite] my light khaki cargo capri pants [old navy] and my flip floppiest slappy black mules. [platform]. my hair is extra curly, and so is my mood. let’s all enjoy it, shall we?
**commence enjoying me**
oh, wait… did you know that september 19th is national talk like a pirate day? it is. this is such good news for lloyd, as he figures he can wear his fencing sword in public that day, and not look like a total tard. he’s wrong of course. i will be flying down to LA on the 19th, so celebrate NTLAP day with fee and h’wee and kam. arrgh!!

ok. THAT’S an easy quote, internet friends. you know that one, right?
was it just last thursday morning i was talking about insomnia? i don’t know. anyway, woke up at a frightening 1:52 this morning. never went back to sleep. it’s reverse insomnia. no… reverse insomnia would be sleep. it’s inverted insomnia. i can get to sleep, i just can’t stay asleep. and let’s face, i’m getting to sleep because of DRUGS!! whoooo-hooooo.
so… sleep. as i may have mentioned before, i have diagnosed myself with sleep apnea, but i’ve never done anything more than declare it so. but my blood pressure it back up. and it shouldn’t be. i’m too young. but i was too young when it first become “high” blood pressure in the first place. i was reading about sleep apnea, and it can cause high blood pressure! yes! see? i knew it. i have sleep apnea. i was doing some research on sleep clinics, and my insurance coverage. it doesn’t say it’s NOT covered. but that doesn’t mean anything. i’ll probably have to call.
what this all means in that maybe, in the next few months, i will FINALLY go to a sleep clinic, like everyone has been telling me to do. it’s just… i don’t like people telling me what to do. why do you think it took me so long to get a breast reduction? it has to be MY idea. you think people would know that by now.
i didn’t get up right away. i snuggled with pru, and i alternated between my favorite games. game 1: ok jodi… you’ve just won the lottery, now what? and game 2: jean claude/ranger/roarke is my boyfriend. [it depends on my mood as to which one is my boyfriend.] then i finally got up and came into work at 6.
now i have to go write a very professional sounding letter. this takes effort on my part. a great deal of concentration… so that i don’t come off sounding like a kid.