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Friday, May 27, 2005

Fri, 27 May 2005 16:48:04 GMT

well, i did it.

i wasted an entire day of work, but i'm officially moved to a new blogging site.

all new posts will be made at:

http://hedrinksalot.blogspot.com/

goodbye, fair xanga...

Friday, May 27, 2005

Fri, 27 May 2005 12:34:53 GMT

it's friday, which means i will be utterly useless at work today.

i think i'll try to move my shit over to blogger. i've been meaning to do it for awhile anyhow.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Wed, 25 May 2005 18:23:49 GMT

never one to stay down long, i live by the maxim: when they push you down, arch your back.

now that i sound like a power bottom, let's talk about dumping. yes, i'm single again. mmmhm, spoons dumped me yesterday. yep, yesterday was our one-month anniversary. a small tidbit of relationship trivia i think he overlooked. i will admit this stung just a tad.

however, in celebutante fashion, i am not mourning the loss of our potential love, and am, instead, going on a date tonight. self-pity was never a good color on me. yep, just like lohan, i can roll out of the lovebed with one man and into a sleeping bag with another. though the lovebed spoons and i shared was pretty empty considering in a month's time we never slept together. his loss i suppose; not my fault he broke up with me before... well, witnessing some of my better skills firsthand.

tonight's boy du jour is someone i ran into well before spoons. he was a crush at first sight... aka what most people call lust at first sight, but i'm above lusting. lusting is so harlequin novel. crushing is so much more appropriate for my target demographic. anyhow, i saw this t.d.h. (tall, dark, and handsome) out one night with his friends and was too chickenshit to talk to him. now, several weeks later by the grace of friendster, we have once again found each other. oh, friendster, you eternal boon of potential love and nookie.

...and i swear to god on high that my review of "wicked" is forthcoming... i didn't want to post it on the same day that paul posted his - seen here:

http://nomilk.blogspot.com/2005/05/wicked.html

i.f.o.t.d. - because of "saved by the bell", i'm afraid that one day i'll get trapped in an elevator and have to deliver a baby. i really don't want to have to chew through an umbilical cord.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Tue, 24 May 2005 22:14:02 GMT

spoons just broke up with me.

he said he didn't feel the click.

i did.

i.f.o.t.d. - mmm... probably dying alone, right about now.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Tue, 24 May 2005 12:00:50 GMT

guess who's a stupid bitch.

me.

i forgot the playbill again.

oops.

Monday, May 23, 2005

Mon, 23 May 2005 19:38:39 GMT

this picture just cracks me up.

i'm laughing just thinking about it.

eat, you stupid bitch!

"walk into the light carolanne"

just think, chicago, that could be me if you'd only let me...

you know you want it.

Monday, May 23, 2005

Mon, 23 May 2005 18:22:49 GMT

i'm saving the "wicked" review for tomorrow because i forgot the playbill at home.

my i-trip is the greatest thing that has ever happened to my time at work. i can now jam out to my very own tunes all day long. so, though i normally would not do such a posting, in recognition of getting to listen to my music all day long, a brief survey, as stolen from anna's xanga.

Total volume of music files on my computer:

well, considering i have more than one computer, it's a bit difficult for me to estimate... without repeat appearances, i'd say my library is somewhere around 5 gigs.

The last CD I bought was:

the last one i bought was "give up" by the postal service. i needed to replace the first copy that i lost or broke or something. the last first-time purchase of a cd i made was "hot fuss" by my oh-so-adored the killers.

Song playing right now:

via my i-trip's beaming out the proper frequency to the resident radio, i am listening to "does he love you" by rilo kiley.

though, it's almost over... now, it's the sneaker pimps.

Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:

i'm taking this as five songs i listen to too much... as in, every commute, i have to hear them.

1. "we become silhouettes" by the postal service. i just plain like it.

2. "on the radio" by jay jay johanson. this song reminds me of miami. i loved miami.

3. "does he love you" by rilo kiley. how excited am i that the chicago show is on my birthday? very.

4. "the blower's daughter" by damien rice. this has nothing to do with my unhealthy fixation on all things natalie portman. i had heard this song before it became the anthem for "closer" and loved it then. love it now, too.

5. "all these things i've done" by the killers. i will not justify my love of the killers with explanations and words. so deal.

that was fun. ok, not really. but it was a worthwhile distraction from work.

i.f.o.t.d. - um, the voodoo queen. yes, wally, i have now met her, too. on sunday, i was waiting for the redline train to downtown at my local stop, wilson, when she came walking up the platform, stopping some 2 feet from the bench upon which i was perched (yes, i'll sit on the slatted benches on the train platform but not the seats on the train). she looked at me. i looked at her. she took a deep breath, maintaining eye contact. she let out a little cackle, as one would think a voodoo queen would laugh, then she like teleported to within inches of me and slammed some vandalized baby doll on the bench next to me. its hair was missing in patches. the whites of its eyes had been colored in with a red sharpie. on its arms and legs phrases like "slave toy" and "doll of hell" were scrawled in black permanent marker. i was frozen. the voodoo queen took a few deep breaths, then clasped the doll once again in her arms. she sauntered back to her red gift bag adorned with pictures of black civil rights leaders and occult images, picked it up and began to walk past me on the platform. she then turned and said, "and tell them the voodoo queen said, 'the niggers are back in town'." i swear to god that is an exact quote. i'm pretty much sure i could not forget. i hope she didn't hex me.

Friday, May 20, 2005

Fri, 20 May 2005 17:56:24 GMT

"oh, miss elphaba, many years i have waited..."

in less than 24 hours, i will be seeing the wonder that is "wicked". i'm sure you're green with envy. do not fret, fair readers, a review will surely follow.

furthermore, one of my bestest besties in the world is visiting this weekend, so i'm sure i'll be good and sloppy for the next 96 hours... or whatever gets me to sunday afternoon. never been so good with the numbers and yet, oddly, handle tens of thousands of dollars five days a week. hmm. anyhow, he actually warned me on the phone that i better be ready to get "shitty wasted" because we are "p-uh-artying it up" while he's here. i don't know if i'm more scared of the amount of booze to be consumed this weekend or his choice of vocabulary.

well, i'm off and on my way to barwhore!

"whenever i see people less fortunate than i, and let's face it, who isn't less fortunate than i?"

i.f.o.t.d. - once in third grade, i shut my thumb in our reinforced steel backdoor. the nail of said thumb subsequently fell off. i shrink at the thought that this could happen again.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Thu, 19 May 2005 18:58:04 GMT

yes, i was that guy last night.

you know him.

the one who goes to $1 drink night and always has 2 drinks in hand.

yeah, that was me.

i'm classy.

i.f.o.t.d. - since the day it happened to this guy todd in 9th grade and especially on days like today when my abdomen is a little grumbly, i am a little bit afraid that when passing gas i may just shit my trousers. "well, we know who farted, now don't we, todd?"

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Wed, 18 May 2005 17:49:42 GMT

"celebrity is an entity all its own, now; people are 'famous' with no true claim to fame."

i've decided i want to become a local celebrity. with or without aspirations to make it to the national playing field, i want to grab chicago by the balls (or hair, if our fair city happens to be of the vaginal sex) and acquisition some clout. balls of hair or hairy balls in hand, i would gladly give the public what they so desire - their very own resident celebutante. i would don oversized, dark sunglasses and derelict-chic clothing when in public during the day, inevitably spreeing of the shopping variety or enroute to a yogballah lesson. i would let my weight fluctuate and become a topic of frenzied conversation in our very own redeye and other local mags and rags. i would go blonde, as every and anyone of even the slightest reknown should. i would be seen at the hippest parties and trendiest bars & clubs, offering up my amazing tabletop dancing skills for paparazzi fodder. i would become orange, the only natural skin color for someone that famous. i would do product endorsements in the land of the rising sun and other asian nations, perhaps even releasing an album or two there under a pseudonym. i would make the rounds on the local talk shows, radio and television, giving insight to those aspiring to be me. i would. and i'd be good at it.

now, to figure out how i put this plan into action...

some ideas:

1. become an heir -- stricken, as my parents are not moguls

2. become a local fashionista -- stricken, seeing as my parents are not moguls, i cannot afford to be a fashionista

3. become actor in area productions -- potentially stricken, as apparently being an actor in chicago will only get you missed connections on craigslist, not celebutante status

4. become writer of popular column -- potentially stricken, as this is incredibly cliche post s.a.t.c. if the column deals with sex, which what popular column outside sports doesn't?

5. become star of leaked sex tape -- stricken, as this rarely does anything for careers already in place much less those still floundering; a flash of your can is only a flash in the pan

6. become host of area television or radio show -- potentially stricken, as this requires either a good face or a good voice, neither of which i'm entirely lacking, but neither of which i'm in entire possession of; furthermore, this is a pretty hard gig to land even for someone as dynamic on camera as myself.

7. become reality television star and gain fame upon my return to chicago -- stricken, as i can barely stand to watch most reality television starring real people much less be on such a show

i guess i'm screwed. shucks.

i.f.o.t.d. - ringworm. i don't know how you get it or what it does to you, but i'm totally creeped out by it.