Insanity in too many forms
Freakin gobble bastard schmengy boppin boogy farts! Today, my e-mail account (the one I pay for, with my domain name) decided it wasn't going to send any out-going mail. This after finally rectifying the fact that it refused to delete anything! And I got three phone calls today saying something to the effect of "HI. I found your bike, someone in my building has it and, well, you AIN'T GETTIN IT BACK, BITCH!"
Very touching.
And I'm quite sick.
And my new car is making much unahppy noises.
Oh yeah, brief up-date: My car was impounded apparently the day before I flew out to San Antonio for a PBR conference. This was a few weeks after the windows were smashed in and everything stolen from the inside (spare tire, jack, ratchet set and such) and shortly after discovering I need to spend $300 to pass e-check). So I took the cheaper alternative and bought a new car. While at the DMV signing over my new title, my beloved mountain bike - the one that has traveled the country and ridden over 3,000 miles with me - was stolen.
But I love life, and the sweet scent of smog that thickly clings on each mild breeze across the hella hot ghetto of my flailing little hood.
And how are you?
Wow. That felt good to vent. Anywho...on a more positive note:
Exile on Main Street absolutely rocked!! And anyone in town who missed it, missed some phenomenal music and awesome energy flowing through these typically down-trodden streets. Every first Friday folks.
Life rages on.
This morning, in my under wear on the roof eating cereal, when my neighbor - Red - pokes his head up out of his leaf-shrouded roof trap. "Hi. Um...I trying to run...do you mind moving?"
Puzzled, I respond, "Honey, you run in circles inside your apartment, on a track of interlacing platforms that weave throughout your humongous tropical plants. I am on the roof. How does that affect you?"
"You're loud."
"No I'm not. A - I virtually tip-toe up here, and B - I'm currently sitting still enjoying the view."
"I know, but it's an energy thing. You're blocking it."
"Of course."
It's a good thing that he gives me good reason to love him. Last week, in the midst of a nervous break down, he dragged me out of my bedroom and forced me to go upstairs. The first smile crept upon my face as I entered the hallway, the half in front of my door, which he painted and decorated last week a la Lindsay - and nailed it perfectly. Half the hallway looks him and the other half..... It's amazing that an individual can breech their own artistic style and so closely create something that embodies the styles of another! Then I went to the large and cluttered storage space upstairs, to find a beautiful, clean and welcoming practice space and office.
He organized my greatest clutter. Saved me hours of stress and energy and...
There is no greater gift.
I cried.
I love that fucking lunatic.
His kitty litter stench just might kill me, though.
Very touching.
And I'm quite sick.
And my new car is making much unahppy noises.
Oh yeah, brief up-date: My car was impounded apparently the day before I flew out to San Antonio for a PBR conference. This was a few weeks after the windows were smashed in and everything stolen from the inside (spare tire, jack, ratchet set and such) and shortly after discovering I need to spend $300 to pass e-check). So I took the cheaper alternative and bought a new car. While at the DMV signing over my new title, my beloved mountain bike - the one that has traveled the country and ridden over 3,000 miles with me - was stolen.
But I love life, and the sweet scent of smog that thickly clings on each mild breeze across the hella hot ghetto of my flailing little hood.
And how are you?
Wow. That felt good to vent. Anywho...on a more positive note:
Exile on Main Street absolutely rocked!! And anyone in town who missed it, missed some phenomenal music and awesome energy flowing through these typically down-trodden streets. Every first Friday folks.
Life rages on.
This morning, in my under wear on the roof eating cereal, when my neighbor - Red - pokes his head up out of his leaf-shrouded roof trap. "Hi. Um...I trying to run...do you mind moving?"
Puzzled, I respond, "Honey, you run in circles inside your apartment, on a track of interlacing platforms that weave throughout your humongous tropical plants. I am on the roof. How does that affect you?"
"You're loud."
"No I'm not. A - I virtually tip-toe up here, and B - I'm currently sitting still enjoying the view."
"I know, but it's an energy thing. You're blocking it."
"Of course."
It's a good thing that he gives me good reason to love him. Last week, in the midst of a nervous break down, he dragged me out of my bedroom and forced me to go upstairs. The first smile crept upon my face as I entered the hallway, the half in front of my door, which he painted and decorated last week a la Lindsay - and nailed it perfectly. Half the hallway looks him and the other half..... It's amazing that an individual can breech their own artistic style and so closely create something that embodies the styles of another! Then I went to the large and cluttered storage space upstairs, to find a beautiful, clean and welcoming practice space and office.
He organized my greatest clutter. Saved me hours of stress and energy and...
There is no greater gift.
I cried.
I love that fucking lunatic.
His kitty litter stench just might kill me, though.
posted by Lindsay at 11:23 PM
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