Archive for October, 2005

stupid day

Wednesday, October 26th, 2005

Busy. Very busy today. Lots of stuff to do. Going to the bar now for vodka. Yes, I know it's not yet 5PM. The coworker and I do not care. Because I know you're bored.... McSweeney Recommends.

roker rolls

Tuesday, October 25th, 2005

Is it so very wrong that watching Al Roker fall on TV made me laugh really, really hard? Yeah. I thought so. Grabbed this from her.

blech

Tuesday, October 25th, 2005

We're having a Nor'easter. It's bloody freezing and raining and yech. I don't particularly like today. And Rosa Parks died. She was 92. Lovely day. Eh.

something else that bugs me

Monday, October 24th, 2005

When I turn in a project, and everyone says it's done. Then I get 10 emails two days later telling me why it's not done and "can you get that done now?" Damn, damn, damn. ARGH. And it's freaking cold too.

winter is here

Sunday, October 23rd, 2005

It's only logical that less than 12 hours after my parents leave, I get a leak in my ceiling. I mean, why not? The upstairs tenant left water in his sink (or something) and it leaked through my ceiling. Lovely. Fortunately, everyone is congenial and so the landlord will spackle, plaster, ...

sad days are here again…

Saturday, October 22nd, 2005

My parents are leaving in a few hours. Apparently we're doing a marathon-stay-up-until-we-leave deal... they have to be at the airport at 430AM. Ugh. So we're watching reruns of Law and Order, lol. It was really fun to have them here. Once we got over the initial stress of going to ...

saving lives is so much less complicated…

Thursday, October 20th, 2005

My dad's hardly ever allowed to go shopping by himself. Mainly because he a) tends to come home with too much random stuff, b) spends to much money on random stuff and c) forgets what he was supposed to buy in the first place. His latest toy—which he hasn't purchased because ...

bits and pieces from my day

Wednesday, October 19th, 2005

My dad is watching E-Ring. It's a new Pentagon-based drama with Benjamin Bratt in it and my dad has never seen it. Every time they mention a weapon or helicopter, my dad goes into an "Oooh," and then I get to hear a short story about when he was in such ...

the saga of the trashcan thieves continues

Wednesday, October 19th, 2005

I forgot to mention this yesterday, what in all the excitement of my parents ripping apart my apartment, etc., but my trashcan was missing again on Monday evening. WTF people. Seriously. It wasn't my landlord and it was left on my porch yesterday afternoon, dirty, once again, with some sort of mud. My ...

quotes from my mother

Tuesday, October 18th, 2005

"You need a man. Make sure when you find one, he likes to clean." Said in response to my, "Mom, the door locks just fine. I don't live in NYC and I don't need six locks." Sweet, I know.