Tuesday, October 30, 2001

I know this because Tyler knows this.

After a weekend of fighting and damaging various belongings of each other's, we have finally reached a compromise. Our apartment complex heaves a sigh of relief.

My computer speakers are picking up old Tracy Chapman songs. I remember when Kathy and I had my parents drive us to the mall, and she bought that cd and made us listen to it on the way home. I think my dad called Tracy Chapman a commie, but perhaps I'm embellishing the memory. Although I don't really know anything or care to intuit anything about Tracy Chapman's political affiliations, so really, who the hell knows?

Tuesday, October 23, 2001

If somebody were to come up to me today and

ask me to give one good reason why I should be spared from death, I would say that I am the sole reason that the plant on the desk is still alive, and then hope that person is a plant lover.

Nothing beats a handful of M&Ms in the morning.

Monday, October 22, 2001

Just like Johnny Appleseed, except with tiny droplets of heavily diluted diet coke!

Uh, actually, that's it.

Except this new link: Alex; she's like me at that age, only cool.

Saturday, October 20, 2001

Those Lazy-Ass Indians...

Needed some Cheap Red Wine (that's its name), so I went to Stewart's.

Old Man: Fine weather today, eh?
Me: Yeah, it's really warm.
...awkward pause...
Me: Is this technically an Indian Summer?
Old Man: Yes, you know, the good Lord [*cringe*] and the Indians... Well the Indians hadn't gotten all their work done yet, with the crops, they just played all summer, and so the good Lord gave 'em an extra couple weeks to finish their harvestin'. [*double cringe*]
Me: I didn't know that, that's really interesting.
Old Woman: I didn't know that either, is that true?
Old Man: Oh yes, so they could get their work done.

So from now on, I think I'm going to avoid the phrase "indian summer."

The lady spent forever checking my I.D. which is an out-of-state one, and I thought about how annoying it would be if, now that I'm old enough to purchase alcohol legally, my valid I.D. got turned down. It passed the test, though.

Thursday, October 18, 2001

Mirror Lake apparently has rats.

Luckily, this is not my problem. My problem is the gigantic cockroaches who live in the maintenance closet across from my place of work. Nellie.

I love the onion, but sometimes it's more sad than funny. It's been like that for the last month.

Wednesday, October 10, 2001

Americana, my horiscope, and boobies

Yahoo mail has the weirdest ads. Apparently this nice rack in a skimpy star spangled bikini wants to tell me my horoscope. And then there are the ones that aren't so much odd as creepy: "so, you like to eat banana popsicles and watch late night reruns of the Dick Van Dyke show barefoot in your living room which happens to be located at your apartment, the address of which is 67 Bonne Street, Berea Kentucky, huh? you should order a pizza from Berea's Pizza Hut!"

Monday, October 01, 2001