Wednesday, September 24, 2003 Titleist
I am no good at thinking up titles. My novel was called something like "please pass this as a thesis only if extremely intoxicated."
Today we went to the shoting range and poked around. Highlight:The pro-gun posters. Also, Tuesday is ladies' day. I've never participated in any sort of "ladies'" ocasion in the past, and I doubt I'll start, but it's nice to know that, should work ever again stiff me on hours for a week at a time, I can fill the void by shooting without paying a range fee.
Lowlight: Guns, and gun people, and their unstylish jeans and bad haircuts and their dead, dead eyes.
I feel somewhat adventurous for investigating a business I've driven by many, many times on one of Richmond's ugliest, tackiest roads, but mainly I'm just pleased that I've put an entire river between my appartment and the part of town that has all the gun stores and strip clubs.
Then it was time for work. The less said...
Afterwards, the mate and I and someone who may actually be developing as a work friend(!) went and poked around a rock show. Work friend left early to catch a bus, and so he was spared the terrible synth pop band that played for 45 minutes in the middle of what might have been an amusing night. Two well-scrubbed young men in schleppy but trendy outfits flailed around in intentionally kitschy ways, and while the music was terrible, I wished I was a talent scout for a major jeans company, because I would have signed them in a second.
Later, the band mate was really excited about seeing seemd to have tried to drown out the synth pop act by drinkin', so they could barely stand up, let alone play rock and roll. We left after their second attempt at a song.
This is what happens when we go out. In the future, I think we should stay in our home with the door locked and watch cable, because that's what cable's there for.
posted by Frenzy Lohan | 9/24/2003 04:01:00 AM
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Monday, September 22, 2003 Fri-ay-yi-yi-ed
It's like we're living in some sort of tropical paradise! Because our drinking water has parasites!
I just found it out today from overhearing a conversation at work. I guess that's why people are so into the news. But the only reason I would've been watching the news in the past few days would've been to sit and gloat about having power with which to watch television. Meanwhile, huge chunks of the city still don't have power or water. In Baghdad, I bet this has them rolling in the aisles.
The mate and I have avoid any sort of dysentary so far, by virtue of drinking little else but Sierra Mist brand soda. In the past, I've felt slightly guilty about that. It seems really unhealful. Except now I don't have parasites, so to hell with 8 glasses a day. Also, I bet the candy balls with bubblegum in the middle probably cure a few types of cancer.
I did buy a jug of drinking water for the pets, though. They are all fairly hardy, or in the case of the dog, so close to turning to dust that fluctuations in health don't often register. Still, parasites are an unpleasant concept, and even though I'm about 5 days too late, I'd prefer not to press my luck.
posted by Frenzy Lohan | 9/22/2003 11:43:00 PM
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Sunday, September 21, 2003 spicy
I woke up a few minutes after 8 this morning and couldn't get back to sleep. I blame a guilty conscience. As I was feeding the yelling fucks this morning, I realized that yesterday was the second week in a row I completely forgot to bring them to the kitty adoption. I don't think the high-end pet boutique that hosts the kitty adoptions had power, though, because not much else did.
Nothing makes one feel like a refugee so much as not having the oppourtunity to purchase $30 organic dog food. (Not that I'd do such a thing, but it's the chance that I might that makes me feel rich.)
In the same category as guilt: shame.
Holy shit, my novel is bad. I picked it up for the first time since may, and I couldn't get more than two pages into it. No wonder I didn't rocket to stardom or at least win the fat cash prize my old school handed out. Dang.
I still want to fix it, or I did yesterday, but now I'm not sure if I can without re-writing it from scratch.
This is what I knew would happen and what I was even hoping would happen if I stopped working on the thing for a while: I'd be able to see it with fresh eyes and so forth, but I really didn't think I'd end up cringing in front of the computer, afraid to go near the bookcase because it's on there.
I really need to feel like a hotshot again. Arrogance is very important to my well-being. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 9/21/2003 09:14:00 AM
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Saturday, September 20, 2003 The deadly aftermath:day 2
The basement of my building has a terrible mildew smell, and the smoothie store is still closed. This may call for the intercession of the Smoothie King himself. I doubt he can do anything about the smell, though. I hate the fickle Smoothie King. I wish he would go back to his own country. But I wish he would leave his secret to delicious, nutritious smoothies behind as he flees, one step ahead of the smoothie jacobins howling for his frothie, tangie blood. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 9/20/2003 11:27:00 PM
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Friday, September 19, 2003 Some Hurricane Isabel damage stats.
Hatches battened down: none.
Lost property:1 screen.
Demeanor of dog in hurricane: unhappy.
Damage suffered to carpet as result:considerable.
hours without power: about 22.
Hours without tv/dvd player: terrible.
alternate entertainment:eating icecream rapidly.
alternate alternate entertainment:none, telling scary stories w/flashlights under chins of household members.
number of trees that fell on my car:none!
number of trees that fell on other people's cars: lots.
schadenfreude index: through the roof.
looting accomplished:none.
the deadly aftermath:the smoothie store is still closed.
posted by Frenzy Lohan | 9/19/2003 03:49:00 PM
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Thursday, September 11, 2003 Dude, brown cat is such an asshole
I can't wait to hear what sort of anthropomorphic secret lives the cat lady has cooked up for the foster cats. "While you were gone, the black one took to solitary walks through the house, plodding dully with unseeing eyes, so great was the scope of his grief at your absence." The brown one just scratched me when I took it out of the bedroom, because the bedroom is not for cats, at least not when it's time for sleep.
In other news, work is offering shifts again. Tonight the purpose of the survey was a little foggy, but it was about 20 to 40 questions of what really seemed to be market research for the Episcopal church. The mate got this answer to this part of the survey. What was your favorite thing about the last Episcopal service you attended? "The organs" What was your least favorite thing? "The homosexuals". Rural Virginia isn't very progressive sometimes.
I'm so tired, but if I go to bed now, then I'll just end up sleeping, and if I do that, I'll have to get up and go to work in the morning, and the whole cycle repeats. This blows.
posted by Frenzy Lohan | 9/11/2003 12:37:00 AM
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Monday, September 08, 2003 In brief:
I went to a wedding, and I found out that drunken adults are so much more obnoxious than drunken college kids. More to follow. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 9/08/2003 01:05:00 PM
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Friday, September 05, 2003 I'm embarrassed to be seen with me
I drove up to Boston by myself this morning, as the people at the Holiday Inn nearest my sister's hoo-rah are really hardasses about accepting retarded little dogs, and the mate's parents were not happy with the little monster staying with them for a couple days.
Now I'm in some sort of god-awful cyber cafe near Harvard Square. I had to go hang around and blend with the teen runaways for a hot minute in order to return some items to one of the mate's old flames. Said flame seemed unsocial, so I got some junkies to direct me to where the computers were. I was hoping for tidbits like teh name or address of teh internet where I have to be tonight. No such luck, and teh techno in here is really pretty painful. Next time I blog, my sister will be an honest woman. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 9/05/2003 03:43:00 PM
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Tuesday, September 02, 2003 I'm putting on weight for a part in an important movie
I don't want to give the plot away, but there are several lovely horses, a pretty fat girl (me), an ugly thin girl (Jennifer Love Hewitt, for the camp value), a trained poodle who will be dyed pink for the part, and enough special effects to blow your hair back while you're still waiting in line for your popcorn.
I am a serious actress. Most actresses wouldn't put on this many pounds, even to get a part this great, in a movie this important.
The movie hasn't even been written yet. It hasn't even been cast yet, to be honest, and no one even knows about it, except for me and now you.
I'm a very serious actress.
In other news
Tomorrow morning me, the mate, and the little old dog leave for the northeast for my sister's wedding, and also for traffic court. I am looking forward to one, but not the other.
Also
Aloha, stupid-ass job. Aloha forever!
I never caused personal injury to work enemy, or even told him off. Yesterday, though, on my next to last day, I gave customer who had already proven himself to be a picky jerk ("see, it says on the menu that you serve a battered catfish, and this catfish is distinctly breaded.") poor service. He complained to two different managers about my "bad attitude." They both took my side. He didn't tip me. On my last pass by that table, I heard him saying to the manager "I know what quality means. I'm in the restaurant business myself..." The surname on the credit receipt? Denny! posted by Frenzy Lohan | 9/02/2003 12:18:00 AM
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