Cash Money

i am compulsively checking my bank account to see if my government-issued rebate has shown up yet. how about now. how about now. now? any time guys. any time.

A Portrait

so about once a week for months now i have received these. quickly snapped portraits, often on his camera phone, at all times of day, in all moods, in all poses, with all different expressions. i have probably 75 of these in a file called pete pictures, and i figured i could go ahead and share those with you who have either a. trickled over from his site and are curious what the rev looks like or b. know me, know him or of him, and just are entertained that he takes lots of self portraits. enjoy.

editor's note: i have 146 of these portraits. 146.

Still Dragging

The Mono is a wily one. i think i'm pretty much back in the game, despite a ninth-inning stomach virus, i work for a few hours, and i feel like i need scaffolding to keep my eyes up. because scanning jewelry all day is really so tiring physically. lame.

From the Archives

embarrassing picture # 8437 of me, aired out as a means of filler-when-there's-nothing-much-going-on. this is from november 2004, according to my records, and has a reason. i promise. i, with some classmates, began a campaign to make my fellow wellesley students recapture that essential pause in our day - lunch - with a little fun. i had had too much of girls studying aggressively in the dining hall, their glares for my loud laughter, and people snapping from pressure. and thus began severance fun lunch. they were themed lunches, sometimes one day a week, sometimes for a full week blowout extravaganza, complete with VIP guests (the president of the college, favorite professors, etc.), performances, mini-classes, wall-to-wall decorations, candy, themed food from the dining hall, themed loud music, and, quite often, extremely embarrassing actions by yours truly. reference: the above. it was a hip hop themed fun lunch, and i went all out. i am totally from the streets, as you can see by my artfully flipped visor and strategically placed sweat band. that is how they dress on the streets these days, right? i'm down. anyway, by and large fun lunches were a hit, broke up the monotony of studystudystudy, and gave me a good reason to break out into costume. i miss them. maybe i could get my work to have them? something in me says no.

Tired

there are several ingredients that contribute to my having a good, solid, blissful sleep. i am one of those total darkness total silence sort of sleepers. i have not one but two black-out curtains on my windows. i unplugged and put away my bedside clock, too sick of its blaringly neon green numbers glowing in my face. yet there is one ingredient that is close to essential, one that i did not realize until last night i had been missing of late - cold. i sleep fitfully in any level of warmth. i must be under covers, yet if i get too warm i get restless and unable to fall into deep sleep. this morning, though, found me virtually unable to get out of bed from the sheer luxury of being wonderfully cozy under my comforter with a cool breeze wafting over me from my open window. i slept so much harder, so much deeper, with this coolness than i have in probably weeks. the only thing that would have made it better would be a full-on thunderstorm raging outside. i probably would still be asleep, in that case.

Sweet Serenades

i frequently get serenaded. rarely in person, though when it is in person it's usually more via a strummed guitar, like so:when it is not in person, which is more frequent, i get a phone call of a man blasting into full song. sometimes it's goofy. more often it's sweet, and i'm going to selfishly keep those to myself. for now, i will share with you that i often call pete puffin, stolen from the illustrious tv show "the girls next door" and what one of the girls calls hugh hefner. tonight i got:
"DO YOU KNOW THE PUFFIN MAN, THE PUFFIN MAN, THE PUFFIN MAANNNN?
DO YOU KNOW THE PUFFIN MAN, WHO LIVES ON SHELBY AAAAVVVVEEE?
DO YOU KNOW THE PUFFIN MAN, THE PUFFIN MAN, THE PUuuhuhhuhh hahahahaha"
and that's where it devolved into giggling. he brought it back later in the phone call. but was still thoroughly unable to stop laughing. ME EITHER. me either.

Taking My Tattoo To Heart

the silver lining of the past few days:

- at least i didn't feel this atrocious while i was in memphis for pete's birthday.

- good thing my toilet is four leaps from my bed.

- my bed is soft and comfortable.

- the weather seems nice outside, as viewed through my window.

- my roommate got me ginger ale.

- my mom got me food and juice.

- maalox gets better tasting the more you need it.

- i managed to stand long enough to take a shower last night and finally feel clean-ish.

- this virus has to end at some point.