stone against skin
August 24th: spaghetti hubris
"Because he who points the finger well only he gets hung
—Men Without Hats, Messiahs Die Young
That's why I don't want to be a messiah, messiahs die young"
Dream:
You don't come here. Any more.
No, I don't, I replied. And threw the broken glass in her face.
You don't come here any more. It was an accusation, and this woman was pressed up against the chain-link fence. The sky was green, i remember, and i was holding a handful of broken glass.
Reality:
Okay, now I'm really curious. Someone (or maybe several someones) at Blue Marble Communications Group reads my site on what looks to be a nearly daily basis. I go through my stats every few weeks just to see where the people who read my page come from, and though i can make a site-to-person match with a lot of them, Blue Marble baffles me.over 3000 total hits last week. So that's probably about 250-350 people. Weird. I try not to think about how many people see my site, because, all evidence aside, i'm not really a publicity-hungry Webthing. I am merely a Webthing who likes to talk to herself, and puts it up publicly just in case someone might think she's addressing them.
*****
My tit still hurts, though the hole appears to be healing nicely. It actually only really hurts when i go for more than twelve hours without cleaning it. or I hit it on something. The hitting thing happens more times that I ever thought it would be possible--there are so many things that just randomly brush my boobs on a daily basis that i never noticed before.
This is more information than any of you really wanted to know, likely.
The price of reading my journal is that sometimes you have to read about my nipples or why my day sucked. It's just the way it is.
*****
Charlie: you have a thing against capitalizing the first letter of sentences, don't you?
Me: Yeah. Shaddup.
*****
So yesterday I changed my mind on my way to get Thai food. I decided I wanted a calzone, and what do you know, there's a place that serves calzones about three blocks from my house and it's open till 2 am.
So i leave work about 7:20, get downtown about 7:45, grab a #71 bus out of downtown towards home. I'm hungry but I'm happy, because in about 15 minutes I will be eating a calzone. Right?
This is where things start getting weird.
Some guy runs a red light in front of the bus. The bus manages to avoid a head-on collision (which would have been very bad for all concerned) but smacks the guy's car in the right end. The car then goes hopping (hopping! Really!) off into oncoming traffic, corrects, and manages to come to a stop without hitting anyone else. Everyone on the bus is fine, the occupants of the car are fine, the guy's car is mangled a little but probably not totaled. I did feel sorry for the guy whose bike was on the bike rack; his bike got bent.
Well, okay. 30 people sit and wait for the next bus to come. The next bus comes ten minutes later, but it's already full and the 30 extra people mean it's packed tighter than geeks at an X-files showing. So i decide to be mellow and cool. after all, i reason, i can always catch the next bus.
So i do. i hit my neighborhood about 8:55, walk down to Pazzo's...
And a little sign on the door that says, "closing at 9 tonight for employee party".
Well, damn. i go home and make myself some raviolis.
*****
I did a new splash page today because I was tired of the helicopters. I also added some people to the people and places page, but I forgot Josh, who I just went and added.
Don't talk to me about the White House right now. I am tired of living in this country. It has gone beyond fucked up into that rarefied realm of fucked up that is so fucked up nobody can adequately comprehend just how wrong this all is.
This is exactly the wrong time to be reading The Great Shark Hunt. But I can't stop, not now. I have this kind of ghoulish desire to immerse myself in all of this horror, the realization that we are all screwed by this government.
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And I'm experiencing a horrible craving for this Thai dish, the name of which i can't remember offhand. it's really good, though. Maybe I'll leave work at 5 and go eat.
I made some banners that i'd been thinking about. They're pretty much yours for the swiping, if you want. They'll have their own page sometime soon, but for now they'll just be appearing one a day in the journal.
I'm a banner. Ohmmmmmmmm.
the moment:
stone against skin
your assignment:
CD: Paula Cole, This Fire
Book: le ton bon de Marot, Douglas Hofstadter (almost done!), The Great Shark Hunt, Hunter S. Thompson
Outside: sunny and nice...ah, the heyday of summer.
Doing: scheduling, harassing clients
Link: Colors!
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