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.…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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!
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…
This apartment is in shambles. It’s so filthy that I can’t even stand it, and it takes several layers of dust and clutter to get me to even notice a difference. We’re having to step over and around boxes and clothes and bags and I can’t wait to get the moving over with. Tonight’s projects include: + Prying the mirrors and clock numbers off the walls without ripping the SheetRock. They’re secured with that ultra-secure…
Why didn’t someone force me to watch “Arrested Development” earlier? A columnist crapped out so I was commissioned earlier today to write a column for Sidelines. Because I have nothing of import to impart, it was a challenge. Plus, I’ve never been a very confident columnist anyway. Looking back, I should have kept my keyboard shut on more than one occasion. Or maybe I should’ve just used the editorial space to espouse my opinions, since…
[Stand by your Dan] Last night Amber and Whitney came over and we spent much of the night flipping through my bound edition of Sidelines issues, laughing at our irreverent PSAs and Nick’s rambling columns. I could have really used another year of experience before I took on the editorship (the inconsistent gutters and white space drive me crazy, looking back. And some of the stories were absolutely awful. Advocare? Kill me.), but we all…
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