Keeping score
Number of things I should have gotten done today: Seventeen Number of things I actually did today: ZERO. Okay, ONE if you count the nap.
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Memphis my special stupidity
Reason No. 4,127 why I should not be allowed at flea markets
It was just $5 and IT GLOWS IN THE DARK. (And that’s a real scorpion in there.)
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Hoo, boy!
I had a shitty, shitty night at work. It was almost like I was a n00b again. It was one of those nights when you don’t just fuck up one thing, you fuck up lots. All late in the night where it’s a crunch to fix your blatant, embarrassing errors. One minute you’re cruising, outputting pages, and the next minute your boss is having to call the press room to see if they can save…
my special stupidity project 365
Day 192 — The Ring
I have worn this tacky ring since 2003 or so, when I bought it somewhere in the Village (which one? I dunno) in New York. The other day, I broke it when I punched Phil in the shoulder. Thankfully, he offered to take it to work and solder it back together. So I’ve got my tacky-ass ring back and I feel like me again. Project 365
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Tell me how this happens
I’ve heard of losing socks in the washer or dryer, and even coming home with bits of laundry that aren’t yours (happens to me all the time, and usually involves colorful ankle socks), but never have I managed to lose a pair of pants while doing laundry. O new grey yoga pants that I only got to wear three times, where are you?
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Day 164 — RIP, Little PinkPod
I dropped my iPod again today. Aaaaaand … it broke. The scroll wheel is all jacked up. So I’ll be pleading with the Apple gods at Saddle Creek tomorrow to see what they can do. Project 365
my special stupidity project 365
Day 141 — Me Vs. The Parking Garage
[for May 21] It’s funny that FearlessVK has a post up about parking garages and car-related woes today, because I had my own parking garage-related hijinks after I left, of all places, her downtown apartment tonight. This is what greeted me upon trying to exit the parking garage a couple of blocks from her place: An unmovable wall of metal, locked in place by unseen forces. (Is this normal? It seems kind of weird that…
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Pigtails will kill you.
Especially if you’re cruising in the middle lane of busy, busy Poplar, and you decide to signal politely to get over in the left lane so you cruise past the slowpokes, and as you’re merging over, you feel something brush your neck — OMIGOD IT’S A HUGE MUTANT SPIDER-SNAKE CRAWLING UP MY NECK AND TOWARD MY EAR!!! — and you look down to see what it is and you realize it’s your hair, you moron,…
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Skank day
Ever have a day when you get up and get dressed and get going, but somewhere along the way, you realize that your hair looks ratty and your clothes don’t quite fit right and there’s dog shit in the grooves of the sole of one of your flip-flops and your fingernails look dirty? Those days aren’t very much helped by the fact that you’re not exactly hungover, but you feel palpably brain damaged by the…
drunkblogging my special stupidity
Reason No. 465 why drunkblogging is a bad idea
This afternoon I was in the shower, nursing a dull headache (no doubt inspired by the fact that from about 6 p.m. until 2 a.m., the only liquid I ingested was extremely fermented), when it occurred to me that I had possibly bought a Justin Timberlake song off of iTunes the night before. And, sure enough, now I see that “Rock Your Body” is part of my digital collection. WTF?
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