Wednesday, February 28, 2007

so much crank in my pants.

i think i have read everything of interest on the internet, i haven't been particularly engrossed in a book in weeks (months?), and my apartment is colder than it should be in los angeles.
also, my job has ceased to hold any possibility of greater interest, but the idea of pretending to be enthusiastic about a different sort of job in a cover letter seems downright nauseating.
in other news, the clothes on the drying rack have been dry for several days, but the prospect of hanging them in the closet overwhelms me.
finally, i have purchased several containers for the purpose of greater organization in the home, but they remain seated where i left them upon returning home post-shopping.
bill and i have finally succeeded in watching virtually every episode of virtually every show to have received high praise in the past few years.
i have experimented with improving my french via podcast, but alas, je cherche encore un divertissement.
Et aussi, le dimanche passe, un homme s'est adresse a moi en francais, et je n'ai que compris le mot "jamais." Je pense que cette anecdote est relevateur.
O forse, ho bisogno practicare il mio italiano.
Ho imparato molte cose che non sono piu importanti.

Sunday, February 18, 2007


Bill and I have been the proud owners of a wii for about a week now.

I am quite satisfied thus far with our purchase, though I must say it brings out some less attractive boyfriend-attributes (how incredibly seriously he takes his ability to roll strikes). However, the seriousness with which Bill practices his boxing surely will bring out more attractive boyfriend-attributes (guns!), so I suppose we will soon be in balance.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

spit rock story

does anyone remember reading a story where someone (i think a man, i think the protagonist & narrator) picks up what he thinks is a pretty rock but turns out to be a blob of spit?

i really need to know what that story is...


i notice a lot of tv drama focuses on the exhumation of bodies, and various people connected to the body requiring exhumation causing a big fuss about not wanting the deburial to occur.
i personally don't see what the fuss is all about.
i want to go on record that should i be murdered, die of a mysterious disease, etc, i do not mind being exhumed. it doesn't trouble me, and i should hope it won't bother any of you.

Sunday, February 04, 2007


I am beginning to wonder if I am not appropriately expressing my individuality by remaining untattooed.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Adult Matters

Man, I so wish this was about porn or something.

Alas, more pedestrian adult matters. Actually, I'm not sure if dental care is more pedestrian than porn...

But, how does one choose a dentist? I've had the same dentist for as long as I remember. Unfortunately, I have to choose a dentist for my dental hmo. It appears I have to make some sort of official dental care proclamation, before having ever seen a dentist outside of my mother's zip code.

And a dentist, of all things. The most challenging of all health care providers. I mean, I have heard horror stories galore of greedy dentists ordering multiple unnecessary procedures.

I assume, however, that perhaps some of my readership has faced this challenge in the past... so, what did you do? Help me choose wisely.