[The night is useless and so are we] Photo time, once again. The sky was amazing from my little window seat on the way to New York. As much as I hate flying, I love being thousands of feet in the air, so high that I can see the smooth arc of the globe. I can’t decide if I like or hate the faint reflection of my camera in the upper right corner. Is it…
[Like diamonds in the dust] Back in Tennessee. I had a really good time in Southampton and wish I could visit more. Amber wrote a bit on her blog about the haunted house we visited, but I want to mention it as well. Compared to all the haunted houses/woods I’ve been to in Nashville, this one definitely ranks high. Sure, we blew $16 apiece on about 10 minutes waiting in line and two minutes running…
[‘Pearl Harbor’ sucked and I miss you] Team America was an absolute riot. I could barely contain myself during the entire film. I don’t know what’s funnier: puppets having sex or funny songs mocking Darryl Worley/Toby Keith. There is some serious political commentary in the film, obviously, but it’s so full of un-PC toilet humor that you can’t help but laugh. You have to go see it. This morning I stayed up until 4:30 playing…
[Cease this endless chattering] Amber’s in class and I’m whizzing around the ‘net on her superfast computer. We’ve been having a good time doing what we do best: Sitting around, eating junk (caramel apple suckers), giggling at Strangers With Candy. We’ve agreed — diplomatically — that they had one more season in them. Perhaps they’ll get it all out in the upcoming movie. Speaking of movies, when she gets back in a few minutes, we’re…
[Unmoved, untouched, unglued] I called out of work yesterday. I woke up and just wasn’t feeling standing around for eight hours while the most beautiful weather of the year slipped by. Of course, the day was overshadowed by my guilty conscience, but I managed to swallow all that bitter remorse long enough to go to Great Escape in Gallatin with Phil. He bought several records (Seals&Crofts, Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young, The Who, Black Sabbath,…
[Can anybody fly this thing?] Things I actually like about work: + Working alone, and actually having stuff to do, even if it’s putting up stock and rearranging the entire area just to fit in some tacky corduroy pants. + Helping kids find clothing items that they get all excited about. + Using my youthful eye for fashion (!!!) to help parents find clothes that their kids will like. + When cute teenage boys come…
[In this valley of dying stars] Yesterday was fun. Phil had the day off and I had nothing to do prior to my 6 p.m. class, so we did the typical consumer thing and looked at stuff to buy all day. We rifled through duds at a thrift store (Phil bought a grey blazer to wear with his T-shirts and jeans because he’s such a Richie Tenenbaum wannabe), played with the baby ferrets at Petland,…
[I feel stupid and contagious] Surely it’s not just me. Am I the only one whose classes are ruined by one or two exceptional idiots who can’t contain their asininity, and who seem even to flaunt it? This happens every semester. This time, there are two particularly annoying girls — ‘scuse me, women — in my Death and Dying class. Actually, there are three. But I will only speak of two tonight. First, this one…
[United we’ll make them remember our history] A whole day off, spent buying things for the ferrets and a couple of new work shirts and slacks for me. I also shelled out $170 for two textbooks I had put off buying until I had the money: one for logic (I bought what I thought was the right edition online but it turned out to be too old) and one for grammar. I guess I’ll soon…
[We’re the workers of the world] OK, I have to get out of Dillard’s soon. It’s a drain on my livelihood. And it’s not just that my weekends are held completely captive that bothers me. It’s the atmosphere in that place that really irks me. There is a major negative vibe that permeates the whole store. Management seems to stack the cards against the employees whenever they can. They give you a certain amount of…
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