Archive for July, 2002
Pants calling
Sweet. Two voicemails in a row of the sound of someone walking with their phone in their pocket.
Take that, tree!
Last night I bought a jug of orange juice at Safeway and was handed a receipt that measured 11.5 inches in length. One line item, a total, and an assload of ads. That’s got to be the most wanton act of waste ever.
Did I already buy this?
My CD collection has officially grown beyond my brain capacity. I can no longer cache the whole thing in my memory at one time, so I can’t actually be sure if I already own something or not while shopping (and end up buying something I already have). I need to revert to list-making now.
Tired
Well, crud. There is nothing like not sleeping to start your week!
Grr
Self-hatred will turn your life into a twisted, joyless burden. Quite often I wish I were more ignorant, less self-aware, and generally not as cerebral as I am. God gave me this mind, apparently, to torture me; and I’m none too happy about that.
Bumpy walls
Wow! Climbing yesterday was fun. A great workout, and a good mental challenge. I’d forgotten how much I enjoy it. I’d also forgotten how harsh it is on your hands. Ow. I think I’ll have to do it more, though, as there are apparently many gyms around me.
Anagram fun
It turns out that my name is an anagram for “ever naked by elk”. I hope that doesn’t mean anything.
Random nasty YIM
I guess I’ve just had a first. Some guy just offered to give me oral sex after randomly chatting me up on YIM. Only took him about 5 lines to get to the point. Wow. Yuck.