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20 December 2005
I propose a Pouting Thread.→[More:]I'm siiiiiiiiiick. And the dinner plans I've been looking forward to for a month will have to be cancelled because of the NYC transit strike. ::pout pout::
I'm in good shambling shape, I'm on my second tallboy and I'm into some leftover sesame shrimp and fried dumplings with Inglehoffer Wasabi on the side for dippin' (you heard me). It's almost like I'm at the bar, except I haven't bathed and I'm not wearing pants.
My job is boring, Christmas is still four days away, and I have important errands to run after work, when all I really want to do is take a nap and continue reading Europe Central. Oh except I can't do that because I have three other books that I need to read for an award committee at work, and I'm not sure if they're any good. The worst book I've read all year was one of the other nominees, so at least one of the remaining books will suck too (A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainianwas fun though). Feh.
This week is slow, my apt is a mess, my retail-working wife is at her wits end, and my stomach is doing something weird that I'm hoping will go away. Wee.
My fucking ex-boyfriend is being a tool and thinks I'm selfish for not trying my best to drive him to the airport tomorrow IN MY OWN DAMN CAR because the strike has stranded me in New Jersey and if I were to try my best to get back there, I'd lose a day of work and start dipping into my rent money to cough up the LIRR fares out to Flushing. Wah. *pout*
Oh, and I've also lost my smoking buddy jonmc for the duration. Who the hell is going to innundate me with classic dead guy rock musical trivia during my breaks now?
Oh, and there's no beer or alcohol in the condo.
On the plus side, I am working from home, I'm about to make macaroni & cheese and gorge on it and I'm also technically done with work for the day, so I could basically just call it quits right now.
jonmc: Did I forget to mention that the sound card on this laptop that I'm using to work from isn't working? So I can't listen to any of the cool music you and the other MeCha folks are posting?
You can also download from a YSI link now for later listening if the card gets fixed (or if you are eventually in a position to transfer the files to a different computer).
I'm unhappy and cold because it's cold and gray and there's slushy snow all over the place and I didn't even get to see the snow come down which is the only reason to be happy about snow because I was in LA having a lovely time in the warmth and at a super shwanky part at the Ritz and my dress was amazing but now I'm back at work with really stupid annoying people and I have cramps and tonight is the office holiday party which will be some lame compared to the LA party and I don't have a date and will be hanging out with lame stupid annoying co-workers.
And I have a big-ass bruise on my ankle that hurts.
speck, you're cool, but you gotta understand, you West Coasters are all too mellowed by all that fresh air and sunshine. The NYC contingent (me, theWino, Hugh, gaspode and Dame) occasionally need to destroy passerby to keep our sanity.
Those famous fights me and dame have? That's just our way of saying hello.
Agreed- everyone in New York has a secret holster of anger. I'm usually happy and cute, smiling and bopping down the street, but just TRY to cross me- I turn into an evil, red-eyed killing machine.
My best friend left for California today. Moved to San Francisco and left me here lonely in PA. I'm pretty damn pouty about that. What good is a Lucy without an Ethel? A Korman without a Conway? Truly, I am lost.
(how does one pronounce whinge? Is it the same as whine?)
it's whinge, like hinge. : >
i'm way pouty today, but my new editor-in-chief called me brilliant (she's really bad at rearranging maps and stuff like that) so that helped a little.
Yeah, but just think, jrossi -- when you visit SF, you get to have drinks with the Frisbee and me.
'pup's actually much more the reason to be out and about in this area (trust meon that), but I'll pout now because I have nothing to pout about on that post.
Double Plus Pout: The Wonder Croatian just called to tell me he accepted a position yesterday at another university and is flying up there the week after Christmas to begin teaching in January. He finished his Ph.D. last week. Told me he was sorry things had to end with us before they even began. We're doing a have-a-nice-life coffee tomorrow.
Paper Boy (the other Croatian, what are the odds?) invited me to his house to watch "The Edukators" last night. We sat together under a blanket on his sofa; he held my foot for an hour but nothing beyond that. We're "friends" again, but there's a distinct, bittersweet undercurrent of Something Else left over from what we had two years ago. He emailed me after I got home last night telling me that he's always "liked" me (great, more ambiguity) and he'll have some music burned for me when I return from visiting the 'rents. Closed the message with, "a little confused, i remember it well ..." He loves his Dylan.
I don't know what I expected. It was a year ago yesterday that I Officially Gave Up. I guess the universe took me literally, and I should, too.
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