I Was Wondering
“What’s it like having a moustache?”
“Lemme give you one piece of advice, Albie: the second your body’s ready, grow one.”
My Name is Earl is the best show on Television.
“What’s it like having a moustache?”
“Lemme give you one piece of advice, Albie: the second your body’s ready, grow one.”
My Name is Earl is the best show on Television.
Okay, so the idea has been broached that I should move to Anoka with a certain surly lady friend of mine. As you might guess, commuting from the North Pole goes against everything I have stood for since forever and a day. I mean, I commuted to Mendota Heights from Northeast Minneapolis, but, uh, that was when I had a car that I enjoyed driving.
I won tickets to the Arab Strap concert on Friday for Cake Woman from Radio K. I gave her name because I will be babysitting Noah Friday night so that I can meet Cake Woman’s aunt on Saturday. I hope that she like balls.
I slept until one in the afternoon since I had been up all night. An hour or two into my bathrobed lazing about the internet my phone rang. The caller ID said that it was Cake Woman, so I was immediately confused — Cake Woman was supposed to be at work until seven saving people’s lives up Anoka way.
Up until 5am hacking together code to make my gallery workflow go a little quicker — it’s just like old times except that I don’t have the #gallery crew to chat with. I’d give a lot to have an argument with Joan about biscuits and scones right now. Instead I will crawl into bed completely satisfied with my night.
Okay, so it’s probably time for me to relate the tale of NYC III: The Search for Spock, but firstI have to say that I’ve been fucking tired all week long and it’s just getting ridiculous. I barely had the energy to go to Grumpy’s and the strip club with Cake Woman last night. Yes, that’s right, Cake Woman took me to a strip club for the first time, it was a strange experience, and not really worth relating. However, I have a million pictures from New York, and I will share a few of them with you here.
I think that five days without the internet is the longest that I have gone without using it since it was invented. HOLY BALLS.
Yesterday Cake Woman and I did Cake Woman-style things, then went to Dan’s meat thing, then did some shopping, then packed for her, then went to my mom’s house so I could fix her Tivo, then finally came back to my house to pass out at like 2am. As far as today goes, I have my laundry done, but that’s about it. Oh yeah, Lisa gave me a massage that yielded me a looser, less painful shoulder.
I spent the afternoon unnecessarily crabby, but goddamnit, sometimes it is my turn.
So you know how I rode my bike to school/work today? Yeah, it was great: the sun, the warmth, the somebody stealing the pedals off of my bicycle during the day…
I’m not so much angry or upset as just really confused.
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