August 2002

Clean. Yesterday I cleaned the apartment. The good news is that the apartment is now clean. The bad news is that Lee couldn’t find the set of keys with the housekeys on it, so I had to pop out a screen, get snagged on something, and shatter the glass as I tried to get unstuck. …

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Don’t get me wrong. The guys moved stuff today. I went to work. “Are you sure? I can get the day off. I can watch Ray. I promise I won’t get in the way…” Nope. I get home. They want me to go take a nap with Ray while they unload all the stuff. Can …

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Raspberry Milanos. Some things are just too damn good for this world. American commercially shipped chocolate usually isn’t one of them. Oh, when Milanos go on sale…

Bluebroad (Snippet) Attachments can be so difficult to sever — unless one has, ah ha, a knife sharp enough to cut to the point. A heart-shaped scalpel. A straight razor to the affections. Ah ha. Brian had gone all to pieces when I’d confronted him about his behavior. No more cheating, no more lies, no …

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Other, scarier types of fools, a Rumor. Got this today from a chica at work: hello my favorite people. take this for what you will. a friend of a friend of mine was in a minimart up in washington during the weekend and was standing in line behind a man of middle eastern origin. he …

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Fools, a ramble. Fools! As I grew up, I often only realized that my illusions had been shattered (melted? eroded? robbed blind?) by noticing that other people still have the same illusions. Pop music is good…Alternative music is good…franchise sequels are good…fast food is good…fashion is important…makeup will make you more attractive…pretending to be cool …

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Hm… So far, there have been two door-to-door kids selling things. No Mormons. Those cowards! Come to our door and get politely turned away just like everyone else! Speaking of cowards, using school-age kids as fundraisers is inhumane. Ends, means. Means, ends. What a beautiful friendship.

Our cat has moved in. He sniffs, he circles, I just know he’s going to be pooping somewhere. He was a good kitty on the ride over, a bit freaked out, but there you go.

Closure. Damn it. I can’t find that study about the different ways men and women deal with breakups. If you happen to know, pass it on, eh? The results, as I remember them, were that men rate breakups differently depending on who they did the leaving, and women found both kinds of breakups equally painful. …

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