Hearing a song on the radio that’s about heartache and giving up on something special, and knowing it was written about you. And not in the generic this song is totally about my situation, but in the actual this song is literally about me and my life way. It’s sobering. And sad. But it is what it is. A snapshot of this life. If you’re so inclined, you can check out Phil’s new music project…
The AC’s back in business, the birds are already rebuilding their nest (the copious amounts of Febreze I sprayed where their nest used to be must not be fazing them; I didn’t have a chance to try out Mike’s ferret urine suggestion, but the idea is definitely in the on-deck circle at this point), Felix just licked up the chocolate pie crumbs on a plate sitting on the coffee table, the kitchen smells like clotted…
It should be of no surprise that my small victory over nature would prove to be Pyrrhic. I left for work with this gaping hole in my wall: I was under the impression that the air conditioner would be returned at 5 p.m. or so. And by “I was under the impression,” I mean “the contractor lady told me to my face.” So imagine my surprise when my landlord called to tell me at 6…
My landlord called today to say it was time to have my air conditioning unit serviced, so when the technicians removed it from the window and carted it off, I got a good look at the bird nest that’s been giving me trouble lately. And then I scooped it up and threw it in the trash. Harsh, perhaps, but at least there were no eggs to deal with. Those bachelor/ette birds can move along, no…
I’m hankering to check out the new Creation Museum.
Look who’s up at 6 a.m.! Those em-effin’ birds are having a domestic dispute right outside the window. All I can hear is their squabbling. They must be talking about who’s not putting out. Mike suggests I spray some ferret urine water on their nest. Finally, an excuse to use this ferret urine I’ve got stashed around the place. I kid, but in all seriousness, it would probably work. Probably definitely, if I can figure…
My pal Courtney came over tonight to shoot the Sunday-night shit, and she brought brownies — made from scratch, with walnuts — so I spent the night stuffing my face with brownies, strawberries dipped in chocolate, Doritos, cheese and crackers, and wine. And just now I drank a glass of Coke. Which was completely weird because I haven’t had a glass of Coke since October. And I can honestly say I haven’t missed it, which…
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