See My Whiskers?

my work makes me feel like a mole. i have never worked somewhere that places so much emphasis on its employees (except security) kind of fading into the background. we have a whole network of underground tunnels and behind-the-scenes ways for us to scurry around without your average visitor knowing it. because of a huge bloch & sosland party last night (big old bigwigs at my work), i had to take an elevator and basically walk under the party so i did not upset the rich folk by walking through their shindig. whenever i leave work (assuming that i leave when it is still light out), i walk through all of these tunnels and then into the deep dark parking garage, and when i drive out i literally go momentarily blind from the sunlight. soon i might grow whiskers, which could be kind of cute, but i'm going to draw the line at buckteeth.

I Have a Reason

i didn't post yesterday because i burnt the roof of my mouth on fried pickles. does that fly as an excuse?

New Rule

new rule. if you post a comment, sign your name or i won't publish your comment. i want to know who you people are since i have like 9 plus/minus steady readers and i'd want to know which one posted an anonymous comment. i am a hardcore stalker so the minute i find out who you are, if i don't know you, prepare to be facebooked. and googled. and potentially myspaced. is it scary that those are verbs?

also today a coworker lent me the new modest mouse & shins cds to put into my itunes. this is a very good thing. so far i'm about to wrap up listening to modest mouse first, and it is as usual excellent. i'm pretty sure the shins will also be excellent. and now i'm excellently tired. shower and sleep time.

Big Spender

today was spent spending money. thanks to a generous donation from my youngest sister, i was able to go out with her today to buy a new bed, mattresses, and dresser. then i went to target and got new pillows, and then to walmart to get things like a shower curtain & liner, toilet paper, laundry detergent, and mini bissell vaccuum to keep my new place in order. my new bed has cushiony leather inserts in the headboard, and is all dark wood with chocolate leather. i feel like my purchase of this much leather is directly at odds with getting biodegradable, eco-friendly dryer sheets later in the day. but...i like the leather. and the #1 best thing about buying all the big stuff in one place is that for the low low price of $49 it will all be delivered and carried up a flight of stairs and set up for me on saturday. a.w.e.s.o.m.e. the less carrying and heavy lifting i have to do in my life, the way better. here is a shot of my new headboard:


i wanted that bedding, and drooled over it, but for $310 and no sheets included, it wasn't meant to be.

Moving

so i didn't want to make any grand announcement til it was more of a done deal, but i am now officially moving downtown! well not really downtown downtown, more like westport-ish, a wonderful 5 minute commute from work. i'll also be about 5 minutes from westport, from my friend jen's house, and from the plaza. i'm moving into a second floor apartment with two girls i found via craigslist. they posted needing a 3rd roommate, and i answered. i get my own big bedroom & bathroom that has 2 windows (yay natural sunlight), we have a huge kitchen, large living room with sunroom, and laundry that isn't coin operated! i've actually only met one of the girls up til now, but she seems cool so i'm not worried about meeting the other. tomorrow will be furniture shopping, and saturday is moving day. pretty quick and all but i think it'll be good. excitement!

Annabel Lee

i kind of wonder what it takes to inspire guys to write and sing and paint in homage to a girl. i started and finished a book by john green (an abundance of katherines) today, and as in his previous book (looking for alaska), there is much to be said in admiration of a girl character in the book by the lead guy. he muses on her to no end. then there are songs like hey there delilah by the plain white t's, poems stretching back to the beginning of written word, etc etc. it makes me wonder...where are these guys? the ones that are in love with women to the point that they memorialize it in some creative way? do they actually exist or is it all some sort of literary/cinematic trope to make us think that guys actually think about things besides sex and beer? i'm pretty sure i have never inspired that sort of thing in someone, or if i have it was a well kept secret. guys should let us know more often if those sort of things go through their minds...they'd find themselves with dates way more often.

She Wears Skinny Jeans & Pearls

somewhere in me i have a music snob. i think she has on skinny jeans and several layers of thin tanktops and vintage concert tshirts, with those checked vans slip ons on her feet. her nails are painted black. she hates you if you don't know who the kooks or the shins or modest mouse are. she grew up listening to weezer, red hot chili peppers, nirvana, foo fighters, pearl jam, sublime, no doubt when they were actually ska, and silverchair pre ana.

and then there's the me that is pretty sure she's lovestoned by jt's new songs. and feels stronger listening to kanye. who unabashedly made cds containing britney spears and the blackeyed peas and their humps, likes to feel fergalicious, and to say ay bay bay.

i sound like a music schizophrenic when i drive home at night. within three minutes i'm listening to top 20 pop junk and the shins' new single. and for some reason i like them all. i can't commit to heavy eyeliner and a general air of oppression, the apparent necessities for loving alternative music. but at the same time there is NO WAY i will listen to pop & rap all the time. i guess each has its own place in my life, and that music snob in there will just have to deal with the non uber cool stuff.