Wowza

I just got my Travelocity Farewatcher Alert for Today:


FARES

* DEN-LHR FROM: Denver, CO (DEN)
TO: London, Heathrow, UK (LHR)
PRICE: NEW PRICE: $299.00+
WAS:$404.00
DIFFERENCE:$104.00

Fare was retrieved Thursday, March 31, 2005, at 2:00am.

DAMN! i best be getting to ENGLAND RIGHT NOW!
not that i've been planning for this.
though, that was the plan about a year ago when i was intending to visit my favorite boy about a year ago.
too bad i never went.

soooo could have had some amazing week-long european fling.

some other day.
what i really do need is a $99 fare to Phoenix around the 12th-15th of May.
two of my best are graduating, my best friend is down there, as well as my favorite boy.

what a fabulous trip. plus, my wifey would be traveling with me.
i haven't gotten to ride on an airplane with someone other than some bizarre stranger since i was 13.

When i was eight, oakley and i flew to denver wih my aunt, mom and grandmother.
he fell asleep with his head hanging dangerously to one side.

when he awoke, he was screaming multitudes of, "ow. ow. Ow. Ow. OWWW!" from the crick in his neck.
that was pretty feel-good entertainment for my mom and I.
hahahahaha.

i am so cruel.

tomorrow is April Fools.
Watch out, bitches.

Shit.

Well... I had a huge post for ya'all.
Then the computer crapped out.

Sorry.

Instead, marvel at the miraculous photo quality of my new camera phone:


ooooooh.
aaaaaah.
skiddaleemerkabadeeee!

i know!
get over it.

Well...

I wasn't completely wrong about being nervous.

Too bad i woke up about 40 minutes late this morning.
Didn't have time to shower.
I love how blonde hair is so forgiving with the greasiness factor.
doesn't look too shabby.

i, however am dressed vaguely shabby chic.
more like, "hi. i'm going to take my soymilk and pita pocket and go have a picnic!"
i am such a wallflower.

but the first thing i'm instructed to do this morning is grab timecards from the bar next door.
and who, ironically, happens to show up at the exact same time as I?
fan-tastic.

there was a short exchange, i held the door for him.
i think he was expecting to talk.
i didn't really want to, nor will i want to anytime soon.
but i was still gracious... polite.

i hope he feels bad.
atleast bad enough to acknowledge this whole ordeal and maybe throw an appology my way?
or... you know, he could just leave me alone.
it's too bad he's so fucking hot.
i'm sure that's what one of the other two girls are thinking while he's on top of them.

yes. i'm still hurt.
not mad.
or bitter.
or malicious.

just really hurt.

late, kinda

everyone's easter good?
good.
i had six... (count 'em) six orgasms on saturday.
amazing.
i also ran 4.5 miles with veda (puppy).
i'm still so sore i can hardly move.

i also was given some sweet dress jackets and this moroccon lamp from pier one.
my mom rules.

this weekend really was just what i needed.
i'm a little nervous to go to work this week.
the first is fast approaching.
the hot project always pays rent right away.
i think i may make an effort to look extra hot on friday.
not like he ever gave me six in one day anyway.
but still...
it's nice to remind those boys that make deushbag mistakes what they're missing.

and i really only have pure intentions in life.
and don't really have ill intent.
but at the current time and place,
i have a few uncuth thoughts.
but we'll all 'sleep on it' and forgive my current behavior in the morning.
kapish?
kapish.

i need to get rid of his coat anyway.
and the goddamn adorable photo of him being all nine-years-old in a tree
sans matching sox.
the orange shoelaces are pretty hot, too.
he looks exactly the same.
too bad he's all jaded and tainted and life-experienced now.
i like the glimpses i get to see of him in that photo.
yeah...
that parts nice.
child-like innocence. (make sure you hold onto that)
but it's over.
sooooo...fucking...lame.

luckily, i wasn't really that into him.
and i'll keep telling myself that.
because i'm good at convincing people otherwise.
especially myself.
but the former is actually true.

goodnight.

Urgh.

I feel like i'm hungover or something. My head hurts real bad!

My boss called and said i didn't have to come in today and if i wanted to head out early, go for it.

sweet. :-)

so i'll be home by 6 or 7 tonight instead of midnight! :)

Yawn

work is great again. --- we all know what that means in the lovvvve department.
my boss, who currently was juggling...eh... three or four women...? is now down to... none, and he's in such a better mood. me... well, yeah. me, too. it was so hard to get along for awhile there. i think women really do drain men.

but as it was pointed out to me today, there is one subtle difference between serious dating and casually dating.

you can't casually date one person. why didn't i get this before?
one = serious because you're investing all of your time/energy/expectations in that one person.
well...fucking DUH.

i have chris's coat, which i forgot to give back after last nights' events.
woops.
the mother side of me is saying, "bring it into work and try to get it to him."

i have concerns:

1. it's cold outside (really fucking cold!)
2. he has no heater in his car
3. i'm leaving town until monday (so it's tomorrow or never...apparently!)
4. he's moving out of his house tomorrow...and sans living arangement.

i really don't know if a coat would fix all of these scenarios.
actually... i do know.
they won't.
and i won't either.
i'm driving myself fucking crazy.
and other people, as well...apparently.

as i was so forthrightly informed of last nite around 1am. along with a million other downfalls that were only pushed in my face because someone was building up a big fat wall of defense. thanks for that.

no fixing for me. i'm stepping back and leaving things alone this time.
i'm not about to dive into the j-cycle all over again. waste of time. and energy.

besides... i've got my wifey!
and...meh. fuck man. i'm still all butthurt and disapointed.
lame.

i can't wait to be a parent and experience all these feelings 1000 fold!

if anyone is interested, i'm handing over control of my decision making when it comes to me and boys indefinately...

ok. i promise. tomorrow morning. i'm done being sad. though, i can't gaurantee this won't come up again when i'm driving, by myself for six hours to south dakota tomorrow nite...

but then i get mom. jake. veda. richard. oakley. teresa. my huge fucking bed in the obscene guest room my mom put together. off the hook, bitches!

happy good friday. i was a horrible christian for lent this year.
you think god will forgive me?

Co-worker

I don't think i've laughed this much at work in a long time...

Co-worker

Astrology Bullshit

Today's Horoscope...

For Pisces :

"Your sweetheart has been extremely picky with you lately, and you've just about had it.
Before you bite their head off, though, realize that it's astrologically inspired
-- and not a deliberate, malicious attempt to aggravate you. "


oh yeah? BITE ME.

Ugrh...

I got the bestest e-mail just now from this girl we've had to work with for the last month that is flighty, and impossible to deal with. I send her short responses and try to talk to her as little as possible, but still try to maintain a polite composure.

Apparently that didn't work very well because she just...went...off.

What was a miscommunication, is now entirely my fault, and i'm short, and rude and bad at customer service. Funny... i don't think my boss would say that.

But she is wondering why he would hire me now.

I feel awesome! awesome awesome awesome. a-w-e-s-o-m-e... AWESOME!

blurg. that's just what i needed for today.

superb.

Woops...

I meant to write last nite.

In fact, I meant to do a lot of things, in a pretty planned out order:

1. deposit
2. go running
3. eat dinner
4. eat chocolate cake
5. do articles
6. watch a movie
7. go to bed

But someone got a little side-tracked and blew off about four of those things.

I headed over to Whole Foods to get chocolate cake. Figured I wouldn't have time for the bank, but there happened to be just what i needed across the street (yes!... a money train)

When I got to the store... i didn't see any chocolate cake... and if they don't have what you want, you don't settle for some second-runner up. You go home and hope that there is something tomorrow.

Luckily... I didn't have to wait because there were two pieces tucked away in the back shelf. Mwa ha ha.
When I headed up the stairs to my apartment, my neighbor [with brand-new baby] did the same. I got side-tracked sitting cross-legged in her apartment staring at the baby. Something about their energy while they're sleeping sucks you in... and makes you uber relaxed.

Flipped on Gilmore Girls at 8... planned on watching, then doing some writing... but ended up falling asleep five minutes later and having beyond strange dreams about being chased (with Ryan Reynolds, Suzy and this guy that does promotions for The Funeral along with a group of about 30 other people) by a gang of about 20 (seemed like suburban-ite family peeps) into this sweet summer house which was in plain view on some island... but seemed to have some sort of invisable forcefield around it.

We hung out, partied, felt safe all summer, until we got a warning call that the gang was coming in... but it seemed we more left because the house froze over with snow. Everyone left all of their really expensive stuff (i-pods, iMac, big screen Tv's, etc...) and just took off... knowing we'd all be back again in a few months.

This went on for 12 hours... until i finally got out of bed at 8am. Not so sure what i was dreaming... but i'm sure it was better... than this.

Do one of those guys (or do they not) look like that lead singer dude from The Darkness??

Regardless... I've had momentary Thoughts of turning this dream into a movie. Perhaps... Suburban Pirates.

You would go...right?

Oh, and Poll of the Day...
Do I, or Do I Not Attend the Hot Project's Show Tonight?
Keep in Mind... it's at OUR venue.

arggg... I planned on it before, but now... i'm a bit of a skeptic.

Follow Up

Well...

I wasn't totally wrong on the whole girl thing.

Suffice to say, i had a weird night last nite. And by wierd... i mean Threesome.
And by Threesome... i mean... well, you'll just have to wait.

but i finally figured out what i'm going to write about...

And.. per request of Dan the Man, as well as Miss Gideon... i think i'm going to hit up Tristan Prittyman Tonight. Should be fun. Plus - i've got my new scarf from ITALY!



Thanks wifey! :-)
I LOVE IT!!!

ARRERRGGG!!!!!! (n) samlish: the act of being severely upset/frustrated/insecure/pissed-off/fucking cluster-fucked in the emotional department

I can safely say i just had my first pang of girly-insecurity when it comes to the hot project.

which is immensly homosexual because it wasn't even over relationshippy stuff... more trying shit has happened. and also because i've been totally at calm and non-controlling/stressed-out about our situation at all. It's been so nice...

must all things come to an end eventually? [like.. maybe in an hour when i quit over-reacting?]

it's interesting when you mix business with pleasure (which had been mentioned previously in january, me thinks). because when you go into proffessional mode, to strictly discuss the business ventures, you're wondering why the hell they're not going into personal shit.

Last nite, he called while i was out running - left a message concerning two things:

1. a personal matter [personal being he and i]
2. a business matter -- that had he executed, i would fucking reem his ass for... as his managing tenant, of course.

Not 10 minutes ago he called and wants to talk about business. I had left him a message last night regarding the two issues, and he is just...now...calling me back. that's fine . he always calls back.

But the whole...

"Hey... I uh... just got your message this morning. Sorry about that."

leads me to wonder... why did you not get my message until this morning?

frankly, i'm pretty sure it's because:

a. he practiced really late with his band
b. his battery on his phone died
c. when he did get home, he crashed super fast because
d. he was up late writing lyrics.

but this twinge of girl is saying it's because:

a. he hooked up with a girl
a. he hooked up with a girl
a. he hooked up with a girl.

please tell me to chill the fuck out? that this isn't the case because we just had an extensive conversation about how well things are working out YESTERDAY MORNING. why do girls do this? what is the fucking problem with our genes?

ARRERRGGG!!!!!!

Feeling Strangely Fine

And hungry.

But mostly happy because WIFEY has just landed on American Soil and i get to pick her up at the airport tonight: 7:30sharp.
WAHOO!

No great news to report at the moment...except that i had mass problems trying to get out of bed this morning, am wicked stressed trying to find some good bands from next weekend and...well...that's about it.

If you ever feel like you need to feel old, or feel like you're being a little too sophomoric... go to Brunswick Zone on Sunday Nights for $7 all you can bowl (the freaking RAISED the price a buck!):

When?: 9-midnight

The play all the best hits (i.e. Avril Lavigne, Usher and other high school crap that i listen to, but will never admit to... dammit.) and while in lane 23, you'll be surrounded by about 17 other lanes of high school students ranging from 15-17.

The only nice thing [besides the fact that bowling is immeasurably fun!] is that they think you rock at bowling, because you know... you're six years older and have been bowling for a considerably longer time... and aren't wearing really tight jeans and bizarre halters so you can bowl undaintily.

nah... i love the high school kids. we were right next to a girl with purple hair. she was adorable... and had an ever-so-charming way of tossing the ball down the lane so that it ALWAYS swung left and ended up in the gutter.

What did YOU do all day?

I stalled. And stalled. And then stalled some more.

but i got one of my articles done. the really, really huge one. the cover one. i'm going to post this up here for the time being to see how it looks... because i have a feeling tomorrow i'm going to have some edits... and maybe you will, too?

who knows...

[oh yeah... i need help with a headline, too. i fucking SUCK at headlines!]
here goes:



[really sweet headline here... come on peeps!]

While the sound of Velvet Revolver hints at the past projects of its notorious members, what they bring to the table is fresh and aggressive, offering modern rockers avant-garde music that reeks of power, danger and bad-ass attitude that any band boasting updated '80s glam metal should radiate on-stage. Impressive, since lead singer, Scott Weiland, formerly of Stone Temple Pilots, is still wearing teeny, tiny, shiny metallic pants and Slash (Guns N' Roses) is still wearing that trademark top hat.

When one gets a vibe of menace going on with that sort of wardrobe…critics have to know this is the real deal.

Before Contraband hit store shelves in 2004 (June 8), a buzz had already been brewing between fans of aforementioned Stone Temple Pilots and Guns N' Roses members that its crowning contributors were hooking up with one Wasted Youth guitarist. With all having a notable history for rocking out while either: (1) heavily intoxicated or (2) immensely under the influence of narcotics, listeners expected the new collaboration to be a short-lived, spur-of-the-moment fluke.

"[The Press] didn't think we we're going to finish the first record," said Revolver bassist Duff McKagan in an interview last February. "To the naysayers, our middle finger was always out there. And our middle finger has just gotten a little bigger."

But how did the combination come to be...and manage to not only earn several Grammy nominations (including best rock song for Fall To Pieces, best hard rock performance for Slither and best rock album), but steadfastly maintain their joining when most of Revolver's five members have such explosive reputations?

In 2002, Slash, McKagan and Matt Sorum, all reared from GNR celebrity (with controversial front-man Axel Rose), came together for a tribute benefit for Motley Crue drummer Randy Castillo. An undeniable chemistry loomed above the three ex-Guns N’ Roses heads and the idea of playing together again got the trio moving toward a new forward-thinking development.

So McKagan (bass), Slash (guitar), and drummer Sorum recruited Dave Kushner, ex-Wasted Youth guitarist, as well as high school buddy of Slash to bring a little guitar goodness into the mix. With four members in tact, they decided to hold an open audition to enlist a lead-man with enough gusto to exude the sound that each member was looking to produce.

Enter Scott Weiland, pending 12 years in Stone Temple Pilots, as well as past work on a solo venture - 12 Bar Blues (1998).

"This guy has lived," said band-mate Sorum on the website. "Because of where we've been as musicians – and the kind of front man we were next to for all those years- it is pretty tough for any guy to step up immediately and be able to stand next to a guy like Slash or Duff. Those guys are rock stars in their own right. To front this band, we needed someone who was above and beyond, and we got one."

The design was set for the rebirth of good, solid rock music and all members had one simple idea in mind: To create music that Velvet Revolver's affiliates enjoyed and were proud to be playing.

"We can't play nice or play radio," said Duff on the bands website. "People are going to say, 'Oh a super group. These guys have everything.' I can understand that, but we really hope to bring some chaos back into the whole world of rock."

But why do it? Why re-create something likely to boost the temptation to fall back into an old way of life?

Well...because the boys have cleaned up and are sticking together as a family.

"We’d seen everything," said McKagan in an interview with The Daily Yomiuri on Feb. 2. "Slash and I took it to the hilt. Slash almost kicked the bucket. Matt overdosed a bunch of times and was actually Scott Weiland's roommate at Impact, a rehab center a bunch of years ago. Dave Kushner was, way before us, really, really bad. So if anything, we're a support group for each other."

And so the boys bond together, saying that the tight-knit kinship of the band is something none of them has ever felt in any of their past groups before. Each member has pushed the drug and alcohol problems firmly behind them, hoping to revive the initial feeling of excitement prevalent at the beginning of their musical careers.

And they're not doing too shabby (aside from a few minor set-backs) considering it has only been just under a year since their first album release.

The Good

The group recently returned from a triumphant tour in Britain where four additional shows were added to their London date to meet ticket demands. Their show in Birmingham, held at a venue capable of seating 6,000, was bumped up to a full-size arena just in accommodate their fans.

While in London, Sharon Osbourne called in the band to lay down music for a tsunami-relief cover of Eric Clapton's Tears In Heaven, which was due for release in late March.

It is also reported that with Velvet Revolver in such high demand, the boys have been working on some new songs in their sound checks, and are hoped to be entering the studio this summer to record some brand, spanking new tracks.

In the meantime, a live album and DVD will have to tide over anxious fans famished for new material from the 'super group'.

The Bad:

While attending the Feb. 13 Grammy's, Slash's lucky black hat (which has adorned his head for over 12 years) was presumed stolen out of the limo delivering him to the Award's show, along with a few random items from wife, Perla's purse. Random publications (including contactmusic.com, ultimateguitar.com and metalhammer.co.uk) are now reporting one man claims to be holding the hat hostage, demanding a handsome reward. BC Ethic, Slash's T-shirt company is offering $5,000 for safe return, as it is a vital part of Ethic's marketing strategy for Slash and his new place in Velvet Revolver.

The really, really, unforgivably ugly:

Kushner, Velvet Revolver's guitarist, recently confessed his involvement with Robert Van Winkle in 1998.

Who is this, you may ask?

Why, it is your favorite rocker from The Surreal Life Three who inspired the razored eyebrow, flat-top hair [or was that Kid from Kid and Play?] and sampled the really sweet baseline from Queen's 1980 Under Pressure.

Still confused? Check in the Music Dictionary under 'V'; Vanilla Ice.

Ooh…snap!

Every good band needs some kind of spooky scandal though…right?

And with Velvet Revolver, fans can expect a good band. Now on a U.S. tour, you can catch their show at Magness Arena April 26 (with supporting act, Hoobastank – http://www.hoobastank.com/). For more information on Scott, Slash and the rest of the boys, visit http://www.velvetrevolver.com/ (for the over-18 crowd) or http://www.velvet-revolver.com/.

St. Patrick's Day Debochery

aaahahahaha.

only could the affirmentioned photo below:

by drunken shamelessness from drinking waaaaaay too early, and waaaay too much beer on the day that was made for alcoholism.

jmate715 (9:01:29 PM): I'm in pain
sexysamibabe (9:05:10 PM): what happened?
sexysamibabe (9:05:11 PM): do you remember?
jmate715 (9:05:31 PM): I was running down the stairs last night
sexysamibabe (9:05:36 PM): and...
jmate715 (9:05:39 PM): lost my footing and went face first
jmate715 (9:05:54 PM): bit straight through my lip
jmate715 (9:06:00 PM): got a few rug burns
jmate715 (9:06:47 PM): I went back up the stairs and found my friend Brian
sexysamibabe (9:06:49 PM): hahaha
sexysamibabe (9:06:53 PM): hahaha
jmate715 (9:06:56 PM): sat in the hallway for a while
jmate715 (9:08:07 PM): Then laid down, then threw up
jmate715 (9:08:23 PM): so Brian called 911 because he thought I might have a concussion
sexysamibabe (9:08:24 PM): did you have a concussion?
sexysamibabe (9:08:26 PM): hahahaha
jmate715 (9:08:28 PM): no I didn't
jmate715 (9:08:33 PM): I just threw up
jmate715 (9:08:52 PM): when the paramedics asked if I had been drinking green beer I just pointed to the floor
jmate715 (9:09:16 PM): so Brian and I rode in the ambulance to the hospital jmate715 (9:09:29 PM): I got to cruise around in a wheelchair for a while
jmate715 (9:09:46 PM): until they asked if they could have it to give to someone else -- lame!
jmate715 (9:10:03 PM): we waited for at least two hours before I saw a doctor
jmate715 (9:10:13 PM): then we finally got a room
sexysamibabe (9:10:40 PM): is this going on insurance?
jmate715 (9:10:44 PM): yeah
jmate715 (9:10:51 PM): so my doctor was really cute
sexysamibabe (9:11:00 PM): oooh no
jmate715 (9:11:02 PM): I totally fell for her
jmate715 (9:11:20 PM): maybe it was the mother/nurturer Fruedian thing
sexysamibabe (9:11:08 PM): weren't you still drunk?
jmate715 (9:11:23 PM): yeah, tanked
jmate715 (9:12:01 PM): and she had an intern with her
jmate715 (9:12:31 PM): she gave me a tetanus shot
jmate715 (9:12:34 PM): she was so nervous
jmate715 (9:12:38 PM): it was great
sexysamibabe (9:12:43 PM): hahaha
sexysamibabe (9:12:47 PM): was your face all bloody?
jmate715 (9:12:56 PM): a little
sexysamibabe (9:13:05 PM):you were aware that you didn't look cute when you went in... henceforth you didn't have your 'game' on
jmate715 (9:13:31 PM): shit no, I was drunk, therefore super flirty
jmate715 (9:14:00 PM): I was trying to do wheelies in my wheelchair
jmate715 (9:14:03 PM): when I still had it
sexysamibabe (9:14:12 PM): ha
jmate715 (9:14:35 PM): then Brian and I turned my bed into a card table and gambled with whatever spare change we had in our pockets
sexysamibabe (9:14:49 PM): did you win?
jmate715 (9:14:54 PM): no
sexysamibabe (9:15:27 PM): tuff day
jmate715 (9:17:21 PM): we took a cab from the hospital to my place
jmate715 (9:17:38 PM): and I made myself some Scooby Doo macaroni and cheese
sexysamibabe (9:17:47 PM): haha
jmate715 (9:18:04 PM): took a bunch of tylenol and passed out
jmate715 (9:18:12 PM): I'm still wearing my pajamas
sexysamibabe (9:21:46 PM): wow
sexysamibabe (9:21:49 PM): so no stitches?
sexysamibabe (9:21:53 PM): your face is just really pink
sexysamibabe (9:21:54 PM): and really sore
jmate715 (9:21:58 PM): yeah stitches
jmate715 (9:22:03 PM): inside and outside
sexysamibabe (9:22:15 PM): are you serious?
jmate715 (9:22:44 PM): yeah, I have a hole straight through my lip
sexysamibabe (9:22:47 PM): gross
sexysamibabe (9:23:16 PM): you look full on white trash in that photo
sexysamibabe (9:23:31 PM): that's really going to hurt your whole 'gap' image

I must be crazy

I want a moped so badly that money has become no issue [apparently].

last nite, i sent in an inquirey to Erico, which i drive by every single day on my way to work, about this moped:


*drool*

here's the skinny.

the fat of it is: This PX150 is a re-creation of old-school italian design... only 500 were made.
and my dears... it's only...$4,299

but... there's financing, and no payments for a year.
i smell trouble.

but my thighs want it between them... so, so, so badly. since i was 16. COME ON!
if you're willing to dish in a little cash, i may let you ride on the back of it around town with me once in awhile...
just contact me and i'll throw you my address so you can send in some cash-flow.

i mean... you have an entire year to help out!

Love is Real

but the status of my life's love and work is not.

anyone else have the 'syndrome' where when you're at HOME... with the parents... you specifically do things with the idea in mind of what their reaction will be?

i.e. how can i clean something/take steps in organizing/arrange so-and-so so that i don't have to hear them harp on me for not doing it a different way [i.e. their way?

not really expecting a positive feedback thing... just planning for possible negative reactions?

that's kind of how i've been operating at work. except that my boss isn't as positive as my mom... and i usually end up doing things about three or four times anyway...and still get pointed toward 'hey - you missed this' at end product.

AAAAAAAAAAAAH!

pretty grouchy today.

ya'all should know that the chris in yesterday's post is not chris, the hot project... but some total stranger i've never corresponded with, ever.

i think suzianno was confused.

so... who do i book. Who... do... i boook for two weeks from now...? Atlas? um... who else in denver would draw great in a reasonably short time.

little help?

i am so fucking bloated today...

Swingers In The Midst

Umm... A little thrown by this e-mail exchange... and why this person has disclosed so much information to a total stranger..

this was meant for the person that I took over with.. we'll call her... [Mary]

i'm still going... "uhhh...?"

"Hey Chris again.

  alas, the email address you gave did not deliver, this puts me in a worse situation than you know.  [Mary] and I used to work together at a restaurant called lacoupole abt 13 or 14 yrs ago. We moved in different directions after that and didn't keep in touch. Last October, some friends of mine and I went camping beyond  Eldora, and on our way back we stopped at a bar in Nederland (hence Ned) and ordered burgers.(We were so hungry I should have capitalized burgers, sorry)

Anyway, What do I see? 

Why its [Mary] and her husband strolling in to find other couples to have sex with. I hadn't seen her for more than a decade(braless, wearing a fishnet top) We caught up, I introduced her to my friends, yada yada yada, and then she gave me her email. And that is where you and I come in.

 So you can see that I am sunk without her email address. So, (and this is the hard part because you really shouldn't be running my errands so to speak, as we do not know each other.) but, you are a sport. When [Mary] hooks up with you guys again, try to remember me for a change, and send me her email.

  
Thanx  so much

I hope that you and I took the same thing out of this correspondence... ?!?!?!

Musings

Thinking a lot lately... mostly about pregnancy and babies because everyone around me is with child. i think it may be the new 'it,' in cool [kind of like arfy dogs as handbags - see: paris hilton; tinkerbell, britney; bit bit, lindsey lohan and her equally slutty canine companion], and my friends... i am soooo not 'it.'

but it's good to have 'it' around because i feel like my problems are belittled. how can i possibly bitch about petty things when people are planning futures for teeny tiny human beings? i suppose i think about it in matters of sex...a lot, actually... but i have a specific plan of how i want things to go, so i'm going to try as i might to let them happen that way [no, i'm not being controlling... i'm just in control].

is it a universal rule that when one aspect of your life starts improving, another must go terribly to [bit] bits? i'd like to say the answer is no, because it seemed a month or so ago, i had mastered both major fields of sami-dom [love and career] and was peechy keen. then there was that incident with the computer... and the next few weeks at work were very trying [for other reasons, all inclusive]... but the whole relationship stuff... fucking kicked ass.

now that work has gone back to awesome... the love hasn't faded... though it feels like it's a little on hold. granted, the hot project is busy with a retarded amount of things... i'm still granted mucho attention and love, but eh... feelin' like maybe it's on its way out. and if it is, why am i so worried about it? not.

when it comes to people...each one you choose to place in your life brings out a different piece of who you are.

maybe ashlee simpson really did have something goin' with 'pieces of me.'

or...maybe i've been watching too much mtv.

so when you get married... are you to wed the person that brings out:

a. your favorite you, therfore reminding you of how great you are all of the time?
b. the most of you, therfore allowing you to like all of you, regardless of goodness/badness?
c. the deepest part of you that even you can't figure out, therefore allowing you to better understand that part and portray that better to those around you.

what the fuck.. i'm confused. because i'm so different around each person in my life right now... which doesn't really make sense because i'm 'me' all of the time...no frontin'. why are the only people i bring out 'all of me' to relatedin some sense...?! [with the exception of ONE person, who know's who he is].

when do i get to meet this one person that is going to solve this equation?

and when i do...can he please be: handsome, funny, motivated, warm, childlike, responsible, willing to take care of my ass while still letting me be independent, great in bed, a fabulous father, non-needing me as his mother/crutch/support post...but maybe a stable consious and unquestioning guide, listener, loyal, supportive, dedicated, successful, fun, adventurous, spontaneous, clean/organized, great style sense, with big hands, sparkly eyes, wild hair, old-school glasses, big, clumsy feet, tall, perfect teeth, and willing to wash my hair once in awhile?

i've heard if you put out what you want... it comes back to you.

so here's to my future husband *clink*

[crap... i've become one of those people]

For Katie...

Hey,

tell katie not to worry about the glasses...I'm gonna
get lasik as soon as they develop a laser powerful
enough.

Scott

it's a boy!

i'm going to have a new nephew in june!

wahooooooo. baby! :-)

oakley said he has our nose [because oak and i have the same profile] i laughed really hard.

moo

knock knock.

who's there?

interupting cow.

interupting co--

moo!

What are you going to do today?

Whatever I want... GOSH!

still waiting on something earthshattering to happen...
i guess i could be working on my stories that are due in six days... but what's the fun in being prepared?

The Guessing Game.

1.guess who's on saturday night live Tonite...?

2.guess who didn't leave their house at ALL today, save taking suzy to the airport, then hitting the post office for a certified letter and changing the oil...? [this has been a 18-hour-day...lame!]

3. guess what i spent FOUR HOURS watching today instead of doing something productive?

4.guess what it is doing in denver right now.

5.guess the eight phrases imprinted on my valentine's day m&ms that i totally gave into today because i needed some chocolate. actually... scratch that... i was just bored, so i ate them.
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.

6. guess who's finally changing their phone number? [it ain't paris... or any of the people on her sidekick].

7. guess the circumfrence of Jon Heder's head. [hint]

8. guess the sex of my neice/nephew to be [june] -- they find out on monday.
1. boy
2. girl
3. hemophrodite

9. guess who's at the gothic on mar. 26?


10. guess how lame this quiz is.


[sidenote]: it's been a fucking lonnnnnnnng day. i called about 15 people looking for companionship --- but when they finally called back, i sent them all to voicemail.

what. the. fuck. ?!

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I think that everyone has some sort of special treasure stash somewhere in their home. Whether that be lotions... killer cookies from whole foods or... blankets? I'm sure ya'all gots some sore of special stock-up somewhere.

I actually didn't know that i had one, until i cleaned underneath my washer and found out where my 'hair accessory' supply had been hiding.

not really sure i can call this 'my' own personal stash, tho...as my cat is the one who put them all there.

found my favorite headband tho [visable behind black pipe]. that made me pretty happy.

Ho-bag left for Italy this morning at 9:50am [she took the white fleece...] and left me her bag, keys to her car and a picture of her nipple [just in case she dies]. now i'm going to have to find someone else to do for the next 10 days...

how many times can tbs show 'while you were sleeping?' honestly...?










ready for a short tour of garden of the gods? i hope so, cause you're getting one:

Welcome... I will be your guide. Just Call me Vanah.



Here, we observe the male species in his natural habitat:



Scenery Pretty... make eyes happy:



Ever been to Sedona? Not much unlike:



I think i may print and frame the above [after throwing some cool effects on it] along with this one, shot masterfully by richard out the car window:




Gotsta visit the Souveneer shop. And uh... buy crap like this:



Or this...



And how can you not try on a hat that clearly was designed after 18th century Lampshade:



Even pressed a penny:



Of these... "Kissing Camels"



And then... Ice Cream:



Rawr. There was the cutest family sitting behind me... probably an eight-month old
little girl who kept smiling at us with whipped cream all over her face. Her two twin brothers (3-4ish) got flaming banana splits.

Yeah... last weekend was probably the best weekend ever. I wish it were this weekend. Maybe it will be...

A serious Seek-out

Ok. i'm going to ditch the whole "I'm shy" shit and just be blundt.

I want to start a band.

Funky-punk pop-rock soul stuff... i.e: maroon5 meets no doubt meets... who knows. i want to rock my inner gwenie diva. finally.

definition: strong sound with structure that isn't all "RAAAWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!" songs may have some linkage/similarities, but won't sound all the same; no sleepy shit. sentimental crap is good. you need that shit. just maybe... in a 1:7 ratio.

i really want to bust it out on the mic... flip my hair around while wearing sami clothes and maybe even act like a poser on stage...but be GOOD... not one of those bands that thinks they're really fucking awesome, but really fucking suck [remind me to post a beyond absurd e-mail from the lead singer of this band *gooooosh!]


want: all boys --- one with solid drum skills [we know you're great in bed... hello, multi-tasker!]...one who can play a kick-ass bassline while standing absolutely still [bass players crack me up... they're always the most mysterious...],and a great lead guitar [not overstated], and i can fill in keyboards on some stuff...if i can ever get my fucking keyboard back from three summers ago. maybe one more guy on rhythm guitar, too... because frankly... i suck. some back-up vocals would be good, too... maybe... mr. multi-tasker?

need someone who can write great music and won't mind me singing it [because i'm not cool to be that vulnerable right now...nor will i probably have very quality lyrical meat.]

want bandmates that take this as a fun hobby and aren't all, 'oh my gawd--- this is my dream.' peeps that aren't controlling and emo and high-maintenence... just humble..and fuckin' FUN. roll with it and see what happens...

anyone interested?

i'm being fuckin' serious here...and appologize if i'm coming across selfish... but i figure just lay it all out now so there's no discrepencies. i suck at conflict and will get uncomfortable if i try to 'play nice' by saying something totally opposite of what i'm actually thinking.

who doesn't do this?

E-mail Me.
And if you see this and 'have a friend' - pass on the word. If you have suggestions as to where to go to find the like... E-mail me!


*doubly sorry for all of the napoleon references lately... just watched that again with the boy and i can't get it out of my system.

"come get some ham, Tina!"

[sidenote:] want late nite pizza? go to Famous or Abbos... do not go to Two-Fisted. It's got the location, sweet table place holders [i.e. toys from 1980] but if you're stuck in the middle table, you're stuck under this vent which mean's you're stuck freezing your ass off. Plus the pizza ain't crisp... and if you don't bring quarters... then there ain't no miss pac man. I'd point you here, but the kitchen closes at 11 and it's a little greasy for the esophogus... famous is the bomb. plus it has the best new york feel... [coming from someone who's never actually been to nyc...but that's what'd i'd imagine].

Egypt baby improving after extra head removed

Girl will soon be able to breathe on her own, doctor says

CAIRO - An Egyptian baby who underwent a 13-hour operation to remove an extra head will soon be able to breathe on her own, a doctor treating her said on Tuesday.

Ten-month-old Manar Maged was suffering from one of the rarest birth defects- craniopagus parasiticus -- a problem related to that of conjoined twins linked at the skull.

The head that was removed from Manar in the operation which ended early on Saturday had developed no body, and waws capable of smiling and blinking, but not independent life.

No signs of Parlysis
Doctors have already said that Manar could move all her limbs and showed no signs of paralysis after the operation in a children’s hospital in Benha, near Cairo.

“At the moment only about 15 percent of her breathing is through the ventilator and in about 48 hours we will switch the ventilator off,” Abla el-Alfy, a consultant in paediatric intensive care, told Reuters.

Alfy, part of the team of 13 Egyptian doctors who carried out the operation, said it was too early to say whether Manar could have suffered brain damage.

“In four days or less we will do a ... scan of her brain to see what the situation is,” Alfy said.

Craniopagus parasiticus occurs when an embryo begins to split into identical twins but fails to complete the process. One of the conjoined twins fails to develop fully in the womb.

Professor Lewis Spitz, a leading expert on conjoined twins at Great Ormond Street Hospital in London said the vital question for Manar was whether brain tissue and blood vessels were shared between the two heads.

He said it was critical that the blood flow away from the surviving twin was not interfered with during separation.

Spitz did not know how many cases of craniopagus parasiticus have occurred or the number of attempted separations. He said the fact Manar survived is a big achievement in itself.

“It must be quite rare. In about 2 percent of conjoined twins the heads are fused,” he said, adding that an incomplete conjoined twin joined at the head is even rarer.

He said the incidence of live born conjoined twins is about one in 200,000.
Copyright 2005 Reuters Limited. All rights reserved. Republication or redistribution of Reuters content is expressly prohibited without the prior written consent of Reuters.
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ehhhh!

America's Next Top Model:

Ahhh... the guilty pleasure of reality tv.

Since ANTP premiered last week... and we narrowed it down to 14 girls... i figure we need to do a little recap of who's going to win, who doesn't fucking stand a chance, and who is just 'filler' in the big house of model behavior.

Because it's always fun to pick on the tall, skinny girls,yes?

So... Two are going home tonight. [boo. hoo.] But here in lies our suspense factor. Who will it be?

Well...i'm not a fortune teller, der... but i'll do my best with predictions:

It will not be "i have a sweet mo-hawk" Naima or Janitor "Jenny from the Bronx" Lluvy.

Brita seems almost too perfect [from a foreign country, long limbs, long mane.

Brittney is a hottie... she also works as an Elementary Aide. She also is so over-the-top outgoing that while it's sometimes cute, i mostly just want to rip my arm off so i have something to throw at her. I can be open to accepting though. i wasonce in a sorority in my college days...

We also have Rebecca, who i'm pretty sure should be clasified as "Hi... i'm that chic from 7th Heaven andCalifronia Dreams. Man, what a shitty show. What were execs thinking trying to revamp Saved By The Bell-esque comedy...not to mention letting it run for five fucking seasons? No, no no...

Sarah is just smokin'. I imagine if she stays on top of her game, acts proffessional and improves, she's a shoe-in. I'd put her in the ranks with Lateitia and and this chic who i just think is so fucking hot!

Brandy had her hair done by her mom... it's a clown wig... weaved in. Gorgeous face, bad hair idea. I'm sure they will make that bitch over, but if they give her long, dark locks like the same-named r&b singer... i'll probably throw up.

And let's see... who is the wrestling chic... that is homely as fuck, but somehow made it to the finals. I'm not understanding this one...ahhh... Michelle!. So akward... i guess they see some sort of building potential. How can you build on someone who clearly has no neck? [you're going home tonight, bitch].

These are really the only girls worth mentioning now, until proven otherwise. I know i said two need to go home tonight... so just because i think this chic is "blah-o-mundo", i'm going to have to say she's goin' home tonight, as well.

Maybe her and the wrestler chic can duke it out... that'd be sweet... but i don't think it'd beat last season when Anne wrote in bullemic Cassie's very special, very fat free, and very $6 a box brownies.


In other non-model related news:

* Suzy is going to fucking Italy! [in case you missed her 11-or-so posts]
* Three people i know are due to have babies this week. [holy shit].
* Jessica Simpson and I have the same taste in clothing.
*It is wise to not mumble something incoherent when you're not really sure if you're dreaming or in reality... unless you're in bed alone. with the hot project? bad idea... bad.

* I am still having fucking "three-star days" according to astrology.

Call me Three Star. The new Lone Cowgirl.

deush-to-the-bag syndrome

I'm confused as to why some individuals feel that they can be shady and get away with it. Aren't they aware that the truth will always come out eventually?

I guess men, more than women, may lack this knowledge, because women are capable of being mothers and mothers know everything.

This comes to my attention in some recent news from a friend of mine back at the homefront. Met this saucy gentleman... studmuffin nice guy... nice to her... treats her well.. great, fucking guy. i was so excited for her!

then this morning...

"You are NOT going to believe this one. I swear I have the worst luck with guys. Hold onto your britches, bitches. Found out a little backstory on the hottie. Yeah, got a call at work from his wife yesterday. How special.

So I went right to the source and e-mailed Mr. Frank and he pretty much flat-out denied it.

Did a little search on google and find out that not only is he married (supposedly separated, but there is no legal separation clause in SD, so he is still legally married), but he also has three 'beautiful daughters.'"

His profile reads as such:

As an aggressive loan officer, my number one goal is to provide exceptional customer service to my homebuyers. Hi, my name is Frank Gutierrez and my experience and Mortgage Express Inc.'s wide range of products allows me to customize home financing to suit your specific needs. Mortgage Express Inc. is a leader in the mortgage community with technology at their forefront. This advantage allows me to be on the cutting edge in my industry with online loan applications, pre-approvals, and in-house underwriting.


I hold a 2nd degree black belt in Taw Kwon Do and enjoy working out with area instructors. When I have a chance, I enjoy golfing and hunting. I am originally licensed as a real estate appraiser and I owned and operated Western Dakota Appraisals in Rapid City, SD for several years. My wife Molly and 3 beautiful daughters Sydny, Bailey and Anika decided to move closer to family in Sioux Falls. This provided the perfect opportunity to change careers and enter the mortgage industry.


I believe in helping every one of my clients understand and take part in making the decision on what loan will best serve their needs. If there is one thing I pride myself on, it would be that no matter if someone has A+ credit or B/C credit, I will research every possible option. Call me today to see what options you may have available.

"Seriously, do I have a big sign that says “SCREW ME OVER, MEN OF THE WORLD”? I am still in shock."


so: if you see the guy above, fucking reem his ass.
you can send him hate mail: here

This girl is quality. you should date her. She's so pretty!:
[here, in the middle of me and wifey]


she's available hoes.. interested? get ahold of me. i'll hook that shit up.

pimp sam, signing off.

The love of Flash...and WebNerds

from tws...

really fun interactive web things that i'm sure some guy with sweet glasses and a pocket protector spent waaaaay too much time working at on his home pc/apple.

THIS ONE is my favorite.

This is fun if you're feeling obnoxious.

This other is SO much fun if you're feeling all musical [turn up your speakers].

Easter is coming... tho the funniest part of this is the sound...








In other news...

it's fucking snowing in denver!!??!?!

do you:

a: go sledding
b: get out your precipitation monitor so you can work on your latest science project (yeah!)
c: go pick up some hot cocoa [with marshmellows] rent some netflix and pile in bed with your honey.

of course you pick B!

while waiting at the AppleStore for two hours last nite, i was sitting by this really nice lady waiting for her G5 iMac to be remedied... when she was good to go, i was still sitting there. five minutes later she walks back in with a pretzel and cheeze for me. i felt warm and squishy inside. some people...!

had to snoop around the studios next door to see if someone was 'living' there. turns out the boy in #24 just worked on music until four am and was passed out on his couch. I didn't really get to 'see' him, persay... but he sounded really hot.

i'm sure there'll be more where this came later. it's a slow day.

one more funny story before i go...

wifey told me that some woman and her husband got attacked by monkeys. the lady got her thumb ripped off, and the man got his face chewed.

when commenting, the wife stated, "We hold no harsh feelings about the incident," while her husband is in critical condition.

suck... and this story from the same woman that told me there have been traces of rocket fuel found in breast milk...

go baby, go!

On What It Feels Like For A Girl...

Fuckin' fannnnntastic. I think the Three Star bug jumped back up and bit me on the ass.

I can't do anything right...

I am a giant inconvenience...

and if i make it to the end of the day without crying, then i will be a little more than suprised.

baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

I'm going running long and hard tonight, bitch. Long and fuck-king hard.

Then i'm going to pretend that i'm 30 and past all of the bullshit of being a twentysomething.

However --- did have a sit-down lunch with lovely hilary from hotel monaco. if you have some cash to spend on a nice room --- stay there. beautimous...luxurious... i wish i had money!

I even got to meet the hotel's little mascott buddy, Lilly:


Today... i felt what it'd be like to plan a wedding, live like paris and eat like a princess. and i'm still bitching.

*humph*

better watch the diva-dom. i actually think this is just what is meant by, 'you're being too hard on yourself.'

i wish i didn't take things so fucking personally.

Buckley-esque

I have so many pictures to put up... but not right now.

How mean am i? It's like, "I have a really, HUGE secret to tell you... but i'll tell you in three days."

Had a lurvely weekend. spent friday by my lonesome, dancing around my livingroom to music on full-blast until my boy came over. spent the entirety of saturday lounging around... then lounged a little more, got up - showered, got purdita'd up, then went over to boy's house to go out for the night. was chaperoned (sp, please!?) around town, met some cool people from poland and germany [who have killer taste in architecture and wine, cheese...chocolate-fucking-cake] and even had my first "hot dog on the corner." i really am a city girl now. "you're gonna make it after all...." dun dun dun dun.. Dun.

watched boy look hot in my scarf, then went home. we watched napoleon dynomite (gosh!) and fell asleep. headed up to the springs around noon to have a fun day with my step-dad. ate until i reached 'food high' and now i'm just finishing up drying my sheets so i can collapse and start another work week.

yae. work week.

[i had been blasting jeff buckley's "last goodbye" on repeat since castlerock, and think i may go watch the dvd i had so generously inherited about a month back. i know he's dead... and it really sucks, but you should really blare him more often.] rawr. rawr. rawr. rawr. rawr.


rawr.

[sidenote]: sorry this is entry is so overtly girly; didn't have much time to think about a thotful post this weekend. i'll be back in the game this week... along with those pictures. booyah.

Three Star... kiss my ASS, BE-YOTCH!

I think i've finally kicked the three-star curse. but, i won't party too much just in case it jumps up to bite me in the butt.

that's all for now, because i haven't been able to upload any of the fun photos from last... but i can tell you mason jennings is awesome:

"Don't for get how much i Meant to you... when you reinvent yourself for someone new!"

and my new boyfriend currently waits tables at The Cheesecake Factory.

ha...

i'm a loser.

i'm aiming for a date with myself, my bed and a whole lotta' movie love. Sami's homebody is visiting. i LOVE her!
i'll hook you up with goodness later...

Are you Freaking Kidding Me?!!?

Credit to The Thigh Master for the info [and perhaps for shattering one of my major goals over the next five years...

Kristen Davis Is Dating Steve Martin!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!

Steve Says, Booyah!


Kristen Complies:



Right... so we had said... this busts one of my goals. Clarification?

My goal is not to date Mr. Martin... though there is some wierd, deep-down part of me that has the teeniest, tiniest, school-girliest crush on him. Can you blame me? He's accomplish about a nano-jillion things that i can only hope to add to my life resume before i head on out [i.e. be on saturday night live, write a few books, be in some kick ass movies... be a well-respected writer, makes people laugh for a living].

No. This is not my motive.

My screeching "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?" comes from a sneaking suspicion I have:

Now that Kristen "ever-so-beautiful" Davis and he are now an Item, and Martin's book, Shopgirl just happens to be in route for production to the cinema screen, i'm supposing it is very probable that Davis may end up being Martin's Maribelle.

And well.. if this actually does come to flurition... then, i, my dears... will never have the opportunity to be said Mirabelle... thus crushing one of the greatest aspirations i have decided upon for my twentysomethings.

*play your small violins*

Except... crap. i just went here and discovered the role of Mirabelle will be played by Claire Daines. Which, you know... still sucks for me --- but that role actually fits her... so i guess i'll stop bitching.

there is also a release date for the film in october/novemberish. You can check a preview write-up for it here. Martin is Even Playing Ray Porter... older playboy man in the book. YES!!!!!! i can't wait!

Ooooh... no.

Here's where i try to catch you up on all that shit that's gone down in the last few days. This will be sort of a... "meat addition."

No Fluff. Just the Imporant stuff.

So where did we leave off...

OH yes...

Tuesday, The First of March.

I was being all kinds of mass productive at work when...

I spilled my cranberry juice on my desk; it slipped under [john's] computer, shorting it out. john took it to the apple store. i panicked.

Emergency Phone Call to the Wife:

"Oh my gawd!," i screech. "I feel horrible. I just spilled cranberry juice all over the desk and John's at the Apple store now seeing if it can be fixed."

"You'll be fine, ho," ...so suzy says. "i spilled a whole thing of beer once and it dried out overnight. Unless it was a flood of cranberry juice, you should be fine.

Upon John's return, the following information is recieived:

"So... do i owe you $1000 ??," I ask, not really wanting to know the answer
"Well..," says the bossman, "the tech guy said it's going to cost a minimum of $600 to fix.
My heart drops... just a little bit.

"It's ok. Shit happens.... [i'm sure he's not really thinking this, but can tell how bad i feel]. "just don't drink around your computer anymore."

I'm "that kid" in those early 90s commercials... you know... "I'm sorry... so sorry!"
Will somebody buy me a Sipee-Cup?

Regardless, john's not making me pay for it, which is extremely generous. i feel like shit. and a bad employee... so i've been scrambling for things to do the past few days.

As if that afternoon weren't wierd enough [tenion-eee from what had happened], i had to seriously clean a few of the studios because some people don't clean out their shit when they move. arrrrggrrrrr.

so i vaccuumed for a good hour-or-so...in heels. i am a 1950s house wife. hot, no?

headed over to the hot project's straight afterword. ate pizza, watch his upstairs neighbor ride around on a moped...watched HP fall asleep at 8:30...watched Austin Powers 2, then watched the ceiling for a few hours wishing i could fall asleep.

at 11:15, HP rolls over and declares he feels refreshed from the minute amount of time that he's been passed out.

"Well...how lovely for you."

I finally fall asleep... get up at 8:00am to drive back home to feed my cats. This drive usually takes 20 minutes, but there was a massive accident on sixth avenue, so it took me 35. With work at nine, my time schedule divies up something of the like:

8:36am: arrive home
8:36-and-a-1/2 am: feed cats
8:37am: strip; jump in shower
8:39am: exit shower, fully clean
8:42am: dress, brush hair, throw on some eyeliner and cat-eye glasses [because i feel ugly]
8:44am: throw food in bag.
8:46am: clean up cat puke because Maynard is either a: bullemic or b: scared of starving to death. He threw up thrice because he ate too fast. argggggg
8:47am: in car, en lu to work.

i was only... seven minutes late... i think.

Yesterday was another "dopey doh" what-do-i-do day because still.. no computer [reminder... i did this to myself].

come home to find four more deposits of cat puke. ARGARARRRARRGG!!!

Call MOM:

"I am NOT having a good week so far," i say. "I've been in a two-week funk."
"Yeah...," mom replies. "you've been having a three-star week."

Damn, astrology! Damn it all! And the paper in Rapid City, SD never puts anything lower than a three [i'm sure, just to boost people's morale] so for all i know, it could be one/two stars.

I passed out at 11. woke up at six, having forgotten to brush teeth/wash face. gross.

I brush teeth, wash face... go back to bed until 8:08am [i actually reset my alarm for this time...]
Now i'm back at work still scrambling, but able to use john's laptop right now... [typing up newsletter for work].

Tonight: Mason Jennings opening for Modest Mouse. Trying to find two tickets for suzy and me. If you see two girls workin' it on Colfax just around the Filmore... we're not hookin'... just wanting tickets. Though... i'm sure suzy would take some money if you'd just touch her legs.

If you can help... or you want to share ticket time [we'll take the opener -- you take the mouse boys], we should totally work out a deal.

reach me at work all day... 303.292.0529. i'll be sitting by the phone... staring at it... waiting... for something to happen.
gawd. this must be how it felt like to work in an office in the 80s. ahhhhh!


[sidenote: jason mraz may have the voice of gawd... but he's a little bit of a drama queen. more on this later...]

Tremendous!

Today is Wednesday, March 2, 2005 and here... is the news:

Suzy says that the name Justin reminds her of a poofy-butted kid with stupid hair that eats captain crunch while watching cartoons. or something like that.

Suzy?

I have SOOOO much new about yesterday.

but it will have to wait until... tonight. when i have a computer...

lovebird