Shit from an Old Notebook
March 19, 2004
11 Comments

You walkin' outta here breathin' is insane*

Man, am I cranky. I'm cranky in new and special ways. I mean, shit like this that would normally just irk me has me shrieking and throwing my stapler. I'm saddled with a number of ill-timed maladies (as opposed to the illnesses I plan for weeks in advance) that are making my already unmotivated self completely torpid. And Moving Day is one week away now. (You'll all be pleased to note that I've hired movers, as one of my coworkers pointed out to me that I am too old to ask my friends for moving help--which is a pisser, seeing as I managed to help, oh, 7 or 8 of my closest friends move before I aged out of that bracket.) I think that I'll return to blogging in earnest after next weekend, but in the meantime, it'll be sporadic.

Unless you all want to hear about the other night when I loudly told a friend, in a bar full of strangers, "Why don't you tell her to take that money she owes you and get an abortion--she shouldn't be breeding."

Yeah, that kinda cranky.

*I AM the muchacha mala.

Posted by Dana at 09:26 AM

Comments

You're never too old to make your friends prove how much they love you. I'm moving at the end of the month, and I've already got them lined up.

Posted by: jpoulos at March 19, 2004 10:23 AM

Are you moving to NYC? Boston suxx0rz, you know.

Posted by: dana at March 19, 2004 10:26 AM

So, maybe let's not hang out tonight...

Posted by: It's not the heat, it's the reeves at March 19, 2004 02:03 PM

but reeves, you could be the clyde to my bonnie.

or the lee malvo to my john muhammed, if you catch my drift, and I think you do.

Posted by: dana at March 19, 2004 02:37 PM

Cranky-smanky. It's 4 am...FEED ME!

Posted by: Gordon at March 19, 2004 02:51 PM

No dana, i've left the anger and bitterness behind me. it's all incense and rose pedals from here on in. love and kindness towards my fellow man, all that shit. until tomorrow that is, when we will be corralled into little pens, randomly maced, and beaten senseless by new york's "finest" ass-kickers. but maybe they won't trample us with their horses this time...

yo, it's time to break some shit, yo.

Posted by: It's not the heat, it's the reeves at March 19, 2004 03:46 PM

The child porn charges against Pee Wee Herman have been dropped. Rejoice in that.

Posted by: dong resin at March 19, 2004 04:24 PM

Yes, we need j-po in town. Indeed.

Posted by: adam at March 19, 2004 05:57 PM

I have thrown a stapler or two this past week, every time I heard another detail about this horror and had to reconsider the grander implications. And then there's this . Wait, that's not helping, is it? Meh.
I want to hear about the other night, in the bar, with the strangers.
And make mojitos and watch well-compensated young musclebound guys gingerly lug your stuff around.

Posted by: Jessica at March 21, 2004 09:53 PM

Try not listening to Howard Stern every morning, the only influx of any kind of metropolitan culture you once had availible to you, because some slackjaw'd senator saw a little Negro titty on the TV and got all a-flustered.

Posted by: dong resin at March 22, 2004 09:09 AM

Naw, not New York. Not yet anyway. I have a stepson-type-person (sort of, long story) who's 11. I have to wait until he's in college before I skip town.

I'm due for a visit, though. Maybe this summer.

Posted by: jpoulos at March 22, 2004 12:26 PM