Just because it takes two days to post doesn't mean it isn't good...

Ok maybe it does.

Monday - April 2 -

I am sitting here at my desk writhing. In annoyance by this loud cow erker (she of the Lee Press On Toe Nails) blathering on about this and that and sounding completely insincere to the person she is basically yelling at on the other line. I have another cow erker who is "counseling" someone on her phone about Satan and how he encourages pain in rejection and to "not let Satan win and let Jesus win". I can't even turn on my radio because the station is still in their morning chat vibe which means I am getting very close to jamming sharpened objects into my ears because I just can't take it anymore. Seriously. This sucks.

She is still alive? Really? I have to admit when I lived in LA I never saw her, her billboard or anything, what does this woman do for income? I bet she is the PA to that creepy ass "producer" that I almost actually considered running errands for then realized better to come home and not be THAT desperate for a career in the film industry. I did much better in my life than Angelene. How does that woman afford a car much less a custom painted 'vette? Does she really have a job? Whatever, nice to see she is still kickin I suppose. She does NOT look good though. This is what I think Paris will look like eventually. I don't know why I am even writing about this.

Tuesday April 3rd - today: Why not just keep this little bloggie party going?

Got an email this morning from NapaStyle. I love the Venetian Glasses and wait patiently for an email with a "just today - here is a coupon for 40% off one item" type of thing which is why I signed up. So far Michael Chiarello has kind of been a disappointment in that arena of the "special offers and discounts". But... in today's email, there is this mode of "going green" and I have to say... I love his recycling bags. Alot. Why? Well because honestly the only other option that I have had is paper bags from Super Target and that is ugly as sin sitting in my house, and these are nice looking and sturdy enough to take to the bins on the other side of my complex. And they are plastic tarp which means will hold up better than paper bags. And really I would only need the largest since in Denver, at least, you can cumulitively pack everything together and not worry about sorting.

And today: 4-3-07 is Twin Peaks Season Two Day... how about that? Things are turning up! I was going to run out on my lunch and pick it up at Target but honestly, short of a miracle I doubt anyone else besides me will be walking into Target Greatland on Havana and buying all the copies between my lunch hour and the next half hour before I leave to go home. I am really glad that I thought about Target, and called even, because I got my gift cards which I traded my credit card points for. I probably won't have to pay for anything at Target for like 6 months. I was just really worried they would expire or something and I would be totally S.O.L. So now I don't have to actually spend money on the dvd set like I was going to online at Amazon. Sorry Jeff Bezos.

Last night we made a little evening post half seder at the Emergency Room at Rose Medical Center. Everything is fine, it was more along the lines of a well baby check up and more for peace of mind check up than anything else, but it was something. Saw (didn't talk to) this guy I knew when I was at CSU, he lived in the same dorm as me. There was weirdness and drama around the group of people that he was with so easy enough not to say anything. Saw another guy that I knew with his sister who did not look well at all. Also the guy who undercut my parents on their antique furniture when he bought it was there as well. He was a nice guy. Everything is ok with them too, which is good. Busy night at the ole' ER.

Things I learned while in the waiting room and in the ER: I can't read an eye chart without my glasses on at 20 feet. I didn't like touching the door handles around there and promptly went out to my car and purrelled the shit out my hands. One of the security gaurds had a sence of humour, one soooo did not. Dad is really actually pretty funny. Mom can talk about the weirdest things on the phone. Saying its "not a tumah" like Schwartzenegger is really funny at near midnight. I totally scanned the "board" and knew what was going on with the people who were in the waiting room before us and it made me feel smart. I don't ever want to talk about pee or urination again outloud, somethings should be whispered. There is an Edward Scissorhands ballet and it will be here in a couple weeks for three days (there was an ad on tv...I bet it translates very well outside of the Alan Arkin on the roof stapling on snow part... but I won't be critical).

and just a little p.s. to Mick Jones: Please don't ever license any of your songs to the crew from Dancing with the Stars... they completely butchered Rock the Casbah and that is a serious tragedy.