Bathroom Tech II

The History Channel just informed me that most toilets flush in the key of E flat. It's been a while since I've had a chance to turn on and actively watch a television, and it's interesting to find that unless I watch it frequently, I have no desire to have it on.

I spent most of my day fighting sleep and training/talking to Jordan. I enjoyed having some solidarity at the shop - someone I could commiserate with.

Anyway, I must return to the assembly of my new camera. It's so beautiful, I'm almost afraid to use it!

battered broken - jude

OMG QUIZNOS GREEN CHILI CHICKEN SOUP = SOOOOOOO GOOD

the clock ticks, ticks, ticks

By noon on Monday everything will be so much better; all this shit will have cleared. The book will be done and gone. I will escape from the flower-store-stress. My mom will have gotten used to the idea of dress alterations that cost almost as much as the dress itself, and I will have temporarily forgotten the recurring agony of making my family poorer by getting married. It's just difficult to envision that future right now.

At least my brother is happy. That was the most important part of today.


Rolling Stones - Gimme Shelter

sueños mojados

Do want. Now.

[Edit]: I've found it cheap(ish), and it will soon be mine. Bwaha.

never.

I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn.

Over the past year or so I've been witnessing a situation where two individually decent people I know dated each other and became unbearable for a lot of people to be around.

I don't know whether or not this is a weird thing to blog, but right now I just really have to write down that I love Priya and Kyle. You see, Priya is awesome, and Kyle is awesome as well. And together, they're still awesome.

Sometimes, when you combine two awesome things, you can end up with something terrible. Take, for example, the cheesy, baked oysters I had in BA and place a few inside a homemade chocolate milkshake...those things individually are delicious, but, fucking fuck, keep them the hell away from each other!

But, thankfully, Priya and Kyle are more like chips and queso. Or maybe sour cream sauce and chicken enchiladas.

I'm hungry.


PS - I kinda wanted to fire a crossbow filled with rusty arrows through the face of the pilates instructor tonight. I'm pretty torn over whether I'll go back or not. Actually, I'm pretty torn over everything. (Yay for this sentiment helping me choose a title for this post!)

Today's my mom's fifty-ninth birthday

I would really enjoy any opportunity to encourage or induce some inter-friend groups-mingling. I used to dwell on the thought often, but not as much these days. I suppose because I just realize how impossible it would be, to connect London to Boston to St. Louis to New York to Los Angeles... etc. etc. ...to here.

However, this rare meeting of the worlds will come to pass on Friday the first. It will be eagerly yet anxiously anticipated event taking place at the church, and in the dining room of the Magnolia. I think if everyone doesn't get along I will find a way to blame myself for it.

I miss all my German things.

James is a good name. I come across it too infrequently.

I wish I were at Star Pizza right now. It's one of the good places very conducive to story-telling.



Death Cab for Cutie - I will possess your heart
The National - Mr. November