September 2004
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Thanks a lot, Batman.
08 September, 2004 at 08:25 AM by Ren | Permalink
You're forcing me to write an entry. Bastard.
I'll get to it soon enough. Things are slightly crazy here right now.
Also? You're welcome for the "tasteful" photos.
Your website, she is so cute!
09 September, 2004 at 08:56 AM by Ren | Permalink
First off: hello, Cher! She's going to play Corpus Christi as part of her never-ending farewell tour. I guess you have to pay off all her bionic parts somehow. Still, something just doesn't seem right about her saying farewell to her fans for something like the last quarter-century.
Funny thing is, Cher's biggest fan in Corpus Christi, my good friend TNT, recently moved to NYC.
TNT: No way.
Ren: Way. Your spiritual leader is visiting.
TNT: That sucks. I move to NYC and she comes down. Is there no justice in the world?
Ren: Shut up, bitch. You saw Madonna. At Madison Square Garden.
TNT: But I love her. Cher is my Dark Lady.
And then, Cher, my co-worker and new supervisor, read me and RollerMog down.
Ren: So Cher, are we gonna go see Cher?
Cher: Are you and RollerMog gonna go? I bet he loves Cher.
She totally opened up our books and read from chapter 8.
Anyway, Cher wasn't supposed to be the point. My good friend and fellow Gypsy, Tramp and/or Thief Rollermog has finally completed his website's transition to Movable Type and Peter, Paul and Mary, it is fabulous!
RollerMog, your website, she is so cute! Just watch out for the Apple brand crack. I hear it's addictive. But not as much as X. Hee!
14 September, 2004 at 08:28 AM by Ren | Permalink
Everyone be sure to email Krysdol and wish her a happy birthday. Because it's today. In case you forgot.
And also, she's like leaving on Sunday. Stupidhed.
But wish her a happy birthday. Because it's today. And we love her, even if she is going away and making hellamoremoney than me. : )
hi, I'm still alive
16 September, 2004 at 09:20 AM by Ren | Permalink
Hey, I just wanted to say that I am indeed still alive. I've spend the last few days ridiculously sick; so sick I couldn't even get to spend time with Krysdol on her birthday. Isn't that shitty?
Anyway, this weekend I'll make up for it. Plus, it's time for Krysdol's bon-voyage. *tear*
When I have a good story to post and the time to do it in, I'll do it.
Alanis Morrisette irony, not real irony.
23 September, 2004 at 06:23 PM by Ren | Permalink
So isn't it ironic (don'tcha think?) that the software for my new work computer comes before my new computer does?
Yeah, I know it doesn't count as real irony, but rather the irony of the Alanis variety. Hence the clever title. And yes, I do realize that it's been forever and a day since I've last written here. I can take a break. It's my hot website, I'll do what I want.
Whatever, I don't care. It's well past 6 p.m. on a Thursday and I'm still at work. I'm sitting here waiting to go to the leadership meeting for the sorority I'm an advisor for. Yeah. I advise a sorority. So what if I'm a sister? Fuck you too! So the meeting is at 7 and I'm just killing time 'til I have to go.
So here's the skinny on my life in the immediate past. I've come to terms with the departing of Krysdol to the far-off land of Hawa'ii; she'll be back in five months and I've come to accept that. I'd tell the story of dropping her off at the airport with The Oracle, but even I keep some things to myself. Secondly, I have to give my girl props because she be hookin' it up with the sailor-folk up in this ho magical land. It's only a matter of time before she starts sampling the local flora [wink, wink].
Speaking of Star Wars--and yes, I realize that was a completly non-sequitir segue--go make George Lucas that much richer and buy the Original Trilogy on DVD. You'll cream your friggen pants; they're that good. Especially if you're sexually aroused at the thought of Jedi. It's not necessary though, but it helps. I'm just saying.
Finally, I have a couple GMail invites to give away. If you want one, email me and I'll send it your way.
Yeah, I know it's a shitty post, but fuck you too. I have other things to do. Plus, I'm still sad that two of my three best friends don't live in the same time zone as I do anymore. That's traumatic, bitches. I'll write more when I feel like it.
My nightmare descent into booze and pills begins...
24 September, 2004 at 10:45 AM by Ren | Permalink
Happy Friday morning to you all. How I love you so.
Whatever. Anyway, this morning I'm writing you to tell you that my nightmare descent into booze and pills has officially begun. You see, I've settled on an appropriate alias/personality: Alexander Calrissian, aspiring industrialist and thousandaire playboy--used when I don't wish to embarrass my parents with my boozy tirades. More importantly, though, was my very first early morning craving for alcohol.
I was sitting here at my computer desk, working on the campus' electronic newsletter and had the delicious thought that it would be positively fabulous to get hammered on a box of wine. Not a bottle, mind you. A box. A freaking box. I wouldn't even need to mask my alcohol dependency by having my box of wine with cheeses and meats from Hickory Farms.
The more I think about it, I don't even think I'd have the pretension of sipping my wine from a wine glass; put that shit into a big plastic tumbler be good to go; it's not like i'm drinking something expensive and French--it's wine in a BOX. Drinking out of a tumbler has it's advantages, anyway. I'd have to get refills less often.
Being home alone and killing a box of wine wouldn't really bother me either. I mean, I'd still get drunk, right? That's all that really matters. Except that it's really a lot more fun to get trashed on a box of wine if I have friends present. So if you know me personally and are interested in getting blitzed on a box of wine, let me know; there's plenty of wine left in the box for all of us.
I even justified wine in a box by reasoning that I don't actually own a corkscrew. I know it's a lame reason and all, but really, it's true. And that's sad in itself--a big lush like me needs to have all the implements for proper imbibing. That includes shot glasses (I've got about 20), martini glasses, plastic wine tumblers and a stainless steel drink shaker. But no corkscrew. So this makes wine in a box my only option.
The only good news of my impending substance abuse is the fact that I haven't started on pills yet. Well, except for that one time...and then that other time...oh, and that whole week...but that's not the point; it doesn't count, because I uh, had a really bad headache...yeah. So shut up.
Yes, you. You know who you are.
It's not like I'd really do it; all the people I know who partake in the pharmaceutical delights of Walgreen's forbidden garden live in another time zone. Maybe I can find an unscrupulous doctor on the internet for a prescription to something fun, like Xanax? After all, it'll be a while before the pharmacy school that's opening up on campus will have a drive-thru. Because in the end, it's always about convenience.
So yeah, back to my point. My substance abuse demons are finally asserting themselves. Pharmacological refreshment is still a ways off though; pills--well, the ones that do more than just clear your nostrils--are much harder to come by. That makes the moral of this story: early morning urges to drink, not good. Unless I'm having bloody marys and mimosas, right? Then it's ok. Because those are appropriate mid-morning adult beverages.
Ow.
30 September, 2004 at 07:49 PM by Ren | Permalink
Something bit me!
I was getting something for dinner tonight and as I walked back toward my house, I felt a tingling on the next to last toe on my right foot (what do you call that toe anywayt? Is it your ring toe?) and thought nothing of it.
I put my keys and food on the counter and the tingling turned into straight-up stinging. I looked at my toe and it was totally swollen. The stinging turned into something firece; it was practically on fire.
Ow.
It hurt hellabad. I went to the bathroom and washed it off. No dice, It was hurting bad. And turning red. And really, really swollen. I started to freak. Luckily at that moment it stopped hurting quite so much and I was able to put some ointment (yay painkillers in Neosporin! Come to think of it, yay painkillers!) on it; you know, to kill the pain.
It doesn't hurt anymore, but it's hella swollen. It makes walking funny. Stupid toe. Now I'll never be a teen model!
And damn you to whatever the fuck bit me. When the world is mine, your death will be slow and painful.