space-oddity's Diaryland Diary

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newness is niceness

I'm sweaty. Feels like summer. Definitely a day for a skirt. And there I go, talking about the weather.

I'd like to be caught up in a whirlwind conversation, a transaction of firsts. When I had an opportunity to ask of your favorite color. Do you prefer chocolate or vanilla? When we're curious and emitting a newfangled glow. Alternating between flirtation and sincerity. Every answer taken in as a breath of fresh air. Newness is niceness. And then you come home.

Lame attempts.

I need to shower.

3:35 pm - 05.09.05

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greyfriday

I was depressed, but I crawled out of bed 45 minutes before work, got dressed, and went. One of those days when even the slightest glimpse of eye-contact sets me into tears, so I left early. I went shopping for shoes. Still feeling empty. But of course.

I painted my nails a real trashy red last night. I like to watch them pound away on the keyboard. It's really not my color.

It's nearly May in Tennessee, and I still have the heater running. Perhaps it's the weather that's got me down. If that's the truth, how pathetic can I be?

8:30 pm - 04.29.05

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video fest

Lonely video fest last night. Included Closer, Sideways, and Alfie. In that order. I could have done without the last one. Jude just doesn't compare to Michael Caine's original. And then today I watched Spanglish. Yes, it's obvious. The Mister is out of town.

And I'd love to go out for a ride on my bike, but the raininess won't go away.

5:36 pm - 04.28.05

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goof x 2

And then I dropped my phone in Libby's water bowl.

7:10 pm - 04.27.05

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goof

I'm a moron. I've had this great pair of jeans for a really long time, but I never wear them because they're a bit too long in the inseam. So I finally decided to just cut the hems off. Eventually the ends will fray, and they'll look great with flipflops and the whatnot, which will look way better than having them just hang there in my closet. I took my favorite pair of jeans, the jeans that are perfect, and I put them on top of the ones I wanted to cut, as to guide me along so I wouldn't cut off too much. So what did I do? I started cutting on the wrong pair. I fucked up my favorite pair of jeans! I'm so careless. Ech.

5:14 pm - 04.27.05

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i heart jarv

I'm off tomorrow. And the next day, too. I mean, at least I'm off from my real job. I've yet again agreed to work at the vid, the non-job job. Inventory. [gag&retch] So it's three in the morning, and to ease my boredom and lack of sleepiness, I'm downing shots of Jack and messing with the good old wwwdot. I told them I'd show up when I wanted to. No more of this waking-up-at-the-crack-of-dawn shit on my day off just to scan the spines of video cassettes and dvd's. And. Yeah.

I just typed an entire paragraph about roll-on deodorant, and then afterwards I sat and mashed on the backspace key for about thirty seconds when all of sudden I realized that nobody cares.

You know, it's probably already seen its glory days, but I still really enjoy friendster. I like to search for old school mates and the such; however, I haven't had much luck. I've started to realize that people who went to high school with me just don't use the internets. One time I signed up for classmates.com, but I didn't want anyone to know that I really signed up for it, so I listed my name as Jarvis Cocker. Anywho, that site's a fucking rip off.

I still heart Jarvis, you know.

3:34 am - 04.27.05

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heehaw

Man, I'm so lame. And boring. All I've got to write about is how much I love these potato chips, and, god, do my thighs show it! Jalapeno kettle chips = supreme yumminess!

Ermm...The Mister and I were so zonked yesterday. We were standing in the middle of Dollywood. Yeah, Dollywood. And we were looking at one of those map thingies of the park, and Keith and Amanda came up to us and started to literally walk circles around us, and we didn't even notice. It was cold. At Dollywood. And I didn't even win a door prize at the company picnic. [Insert frowny face] But what can I do with a couple of tickets to see Louise Mandrell anyway? Does anyone remember the Ralph Emery Show? I remember seeing Louise Mandrell on the Ralph Emery Show. I also remember being really bored at the babysitters. I think Grandma Black, that's what I called her, only had one teevee station, and it was The Nashville Network. TNN, baby! Which brings me to Hee Haw. Sheesh. I always got this dirty feeling when the Hee Haw Honeys came on. I don't know why. I guess it was the feeling I got when I knew my grandfather was in the next room watching a movie with naked chicks in it. He liked Hee Haw, too. He also kept a toothbrush in a drawer in his bathroom. Except, it wasn't a real toothbrush. Instead of bristles, it had two little pink boobs, equipped with two little perfect nipples. Because everyone wants to brush their teeth with . . . boobs??? I swear to god he had this in his bathroom. I searched the internets for a picture of this craziness, but none were to be found. I will make a pilgrimage to the home of my ancestors, and I will bring forth this titty toothbrush.

Oh my god, how did I get to this?

2:44 am - 04.26.05

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babysitting

I am very tired. Thank god I am out of here in an hour. Working here with my new promotion, which by the way, I forgot to mention that I did, in fact, get a supervisor position at the end of January. Anyway, working here with my new promotion makes me feel like a goddamn babysitter. Who the hell are these people? And why are they all older than me? That just makes it all much more screwy.

Bah. x. two.

8:23 pm - 04.22.05

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mr. winwood

The Mister and I were walking through Market Square today, and we saw Steve Winwood sitting on a bench. He was just by himself, people watching. It was kind of weird. I mean, he was wearing a white polo with a pair of navy Dockers and some brown shoes. He looked so normal, but he is Steve Winwood. He's not Ozzy Osbourne or anything.

Still riding the bike.

3:44 pm - 04.21.05

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i'm out of control and i burn

I started riding a bike again for the first time since I was twelve. Now I'm obsessed, and all I think about is riding a bike. It's kind of crazy. Especially since the bike I've been riding belongs to The Mister's ex. See, she left it in his basement, and she's never picked it up. From like three years ago, she's never taken it back. Anywho, it's a great little bike, and he's going to ask her if we can purchase it. Perhaps I'm just asking for bad karma, but the bike rocks, even though it did once belong to her. I love it. Today I rode the bike from The Mister's to downtown, and then to the Old City. I stopped at Java and had a smoothie. That totally stokes me out. Bikes are cool.

Good grief, I just spent about thirty minutes composing that paragraph. I cannot concentrate right now. I'm completely zonked.

2:36 am - 04.19.05

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capslocked

I think I'm allergic to beer. Damn, that's so pathetic. But it's so true. I get all stuffy when I drink beer. There's bound to be some sort of correlation.

I wish I had a built-in dictionary. In my head.

We saw Sin City the other night. My favorite character: Marv. Fucking Mickey Rourke. Who the hell goes by "Mickey?" Fucking Mickey Rourke. Is it me? Or does his face look plastic???

So if you're lonely you know I'm here waiting for you I'm just a crosshair I'm just a shot away from you.

My friend is sick. I don't know what to do. Act normal? or freak out? Act normal? or FREAK OUT???

With caps locked???

4:13 am - 04.15.05

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paint chips

My cat eats paint chips.

This makes me sad.

4:04 pm - 04.14.05

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skirt-set

I so want to call-in to work tonight. It's too pretty out, but I would be too full of guilt to do that, so I'll drag myself in, and then it won't be so bad after all. Right?

I just came back from a walk downtown. I met the mister for lunch at Pete's. Thursday's special: Beef tips & rice. Good stuff. Said goodbye and made my way to Market Square. Dogwood Arts is doing its thing, so the vendors are all out selling beaded jewelry and homemade handbags and such - you know, a bunch of crafty old women sitting underneath tents, that kind of thing. And then there are funnel cakes and chocolate covered strawberries on sticks. I went into Re-Runs, this little consignment shop on the square, and purchased a cute little skirt-set and a pink silk & linen beaded skirt. Now I need a twin-set to match, and I would be completely girly-fied. Umm. Yeah. The girl at the counter said she tried to get her friend to purchase the skirt set, but the top made her boobs look weird. I said, "Yeah, maybe it's because of the ruching, but I like that about the top." "What's that called?" "Ruching." "Do you sew?" "No." And then I left.

I would like to sew. Sometimes.

I hate cars.

3:06 pm - 04.14.05

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mr. sedaris

Back in November, Keith purchased David Sedaris tickets for my birthday. The actual date for the "show" was last night. I put the word "show" in quotation marks because all week long I've been telling people about how excited I was to see David Sedaris at the Tennessee Theatre, and people would say shit, such as, "Oh, wow. When's he playing?" Umm. He's not playing anything. He might read from one of his books or something, but he's not playing anything, unless there's some sort of mental game he's involved in somewhere sometime up on the stage, and the audience is unaware. But really, I was quite amazed at how many people don't know who this man is. His wit is simply out of control. David Sedaris is hilarious. I loved every minute of last night's "show." Thank you, Keith.

2:15 pm - 04.13.05

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dui school

This is one of the pictures from our trip to Utah. The Mister took it with his fancy schmancy camera. Nice, huh? I felt so small lying on top of that cliff.

I'm almost done with the DUI shit. I went to "DUI School" last Saturday. It was so beautiful outside! And I had to sit for 8 hours in this assembly room while this old retired cop stood up front and told jokes. And I had to pay $150 for the pleasure of doing just this. Jesus. Anyways, now I just have to wait for March 2006 to roll around, and then I won't have a restricted license anymore. Thank god. Sometimes I break the rules, and I drive over to The Mister's or I drive to get something to eat or whatever, and I'm starting to get very, very scared. I mean, someone could just come up behind me and rear-end me or something, and this would be totally out of my control, but the cops would surely get involved, and then they'd be like, "Umm, you're not supposed to be driving out here. You're going to jail." All I'm really allowed to do is drive to work and court appointed appearances, such as DUI School. Lately I just get too nervous to break the rules. I don't think I'll be doing that anymore. My ass will be staying at home.

I've been listening to Rilo Kiley. They are playing a free concert in Knoxville on June 2nd. It's part of the Sundown in the City series. This is very cool. Jenny Lewis has such a sweet, warm voice. I love it. She was in Troop Beverly Hills and The Wizard. Two great movies from my childhood. Hehe. "Caaaaaliforniaaaa." That little kid in The Wizard is retarded.

It's raining today. Bah. That's retarded, too.

11:11 am - 04.12.05

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