[Miss her already] My grandmother died tonight at around midnight. Most of the family was with her, thankfully.
Author: theogeo
[If wishes and buts were clusters of nuts, we’d all have a bowl of granola] The job is still going well. Tonight I got to lay out some live pages. It was a little stressful, suddenly trying to remember all the stuff I’d been told while the people who told me the stuff stood over my shoulder. But that’s sort of what you do when you’re new: sweat a little bit. Anyway, by the middle…
[Perfectly symmetrical violence won’t solve anything] We have internet now. And lots of ghetto cords connecting the cable modem to a far wall. Why is it that apartment architects have massive brain farts when plotting cable outlets, placing them in the most inconvenient places possible? I can see them brainstorming in their grey little offices: “You know, if we put the cable outlet inside the fireplace, everyone wins.” Yesterday was my first day at work.…
I’m a Memphian
I’ve been thirsty for internet access for days, and here I am at my parents’ and I’m too lazy to write much. We’re all moved in though not entirely unpacked. Billy and Amber came along to help us, which moved the process along a great deal. The apartment is nice, though it has its quirks. We have an unexpected fireplace and French doors that we didn’t request (and aren’t paying for). They’re nice and bourgeois.…
If I wanted lame and needy, I’d call Milhouse
Everything is packed (we think). We are exhausted and I’m feeling a little queasy from all the Lysol/Resolve/Windex/tub cleaner/Clorox I breathed today. Last night the Kids gathered at Nick’s for a bit and drank SoCoCokes and rehashed memories of the good old days. K&J got Phil and me a sweet, shaggy hallway rug that the ferrets are going to love, and Jimmy painted Phil a White Stripes portrait that will probably form the basis of…
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
We canned the yard sale idea. The Almighty Forecast said it was going to rain/snow today, but it hasn’t yet. We were duped. Also, we didn’t really have any tables or tarps or other yard sale necessities. So we ended up donating five giant garbage bags and one big box of clothing and knicknacks to the Goodwill. And last night I bundled up four more bags of stuff. We also have to take the dining…
A dark era for journalism
I watched as much inauguration coverage as I could stomach yesterday. Turns out I couldn’t even make it through the entire parade. Just think: We’re at the halfway point of the Bush Jr. presidency. I just threw up a little bit in my mouth. The pillowy soft coverage yesterday included an interview on CBS with a Texas woman brought to tears as the president’s limo passed her area. She blubbered, “He is our leader! He…
I’ll be whatever I wanna do
This frightens me. Quick status report: + Schedule drug test + Schedule disconnection of M’boro utilities, cable, phone, internet + Schedule connection of Memphis utilities, cable, phone, internet + Pack up desk’s contents + E-mail Pam and Amy re: move + Locate and buy big ferret cages + Sift through clothes in closet and dresser + Take bags and boxes of stuff to the Goodwill + Reserve U-Haul for Monday + Apply to open Bank…
Schadenfreude
This is stale news, but still crunchy enough to share. One of the authors of The Rules, which I read over the summer and swore was biting satire, got a divorce. She blames the breakup on some botched dental work. I don’t think you can really classify this as ironic, since everyone saw it coming and, in fact, was rooting for it. No pun intended. Hyuk!
Where are they now?
Tomorrow’s my last day at Dillard’s. Ahhh, what a relief. It’s odd and sort of sad telling my co-workers goodbye for what will probably be the last time ever. I might tell them that I’ll come visit, but I can’t actually hold myself to that. To them, I’m just another jerk who won’t ever look back. But they will be too, when they move on. I’ve always lived my life as a jerk who won’t…
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