and at that moment, i swear we were infinite

it's been said that idle hands are the devil's playthings. for me, too much spare time tends to pave the way to self-destruction if i'm not careful. as i only work four days a week, i often have an excess of spare time and i'm happy to report that the majority of my time this week is going to be occupied by the most fabulous di maggio of us all, miss tabitha. she is my sister, best friend, my life-long protector, my biggest supporter and i might add, one righteous babe.

stay tuned for a summary the week's adventures, and (gasp!) maybe some pictures (i haven't posted a single image since november!!!?!)

it's a good life if you don't weaken

"i'm getting worse as i get older"

i keep writing that down. in various places. notebooks, coasters, cereal boxes, and the like. also i've been having the strangest and most vivid dreams. the first time, i thought it was just because paul's nicotine patch came off in the middle of the night and i woke up from this ridiculous dream involving a european bus tour and nerf darts to find it stuck behind my left shoulder. however, that was weeks ago and i still feel like i'm not getting any real rest at night due to strange dream instances. it's a bit unsettling, actually.

speaking of unsettling, i had a really irritating visit to blockbuster today. all i wanted was to go in, get a dvd, and get out. apparently, cotton eyelet makes me look a lot friendlier than i actually am, because i ended up having some 15 year old store clerk follow me ALL AROUND THE STORE THE ENTIRE TIME. i was trying to be nice about the brush-off, but this kid just wasn't getting it, "have you seen history of violence? oh, what about match-point? i've heard good things about BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH".

perhaps hairless nether regions are fine for some- but JEEZuz... i just can't be that girl.

as paul would say...

holy monkey cock

you had to send a wrecking crew after me

i had this dream
days spent wondering, replaced
by days spent wandering
lost in space.
some forgotton satellite,
my serial numbers long since flaked off.
their diamond dust collecting, swirling,
rolling together like some snowball
from my childhood.
i drifted deeper along
and watched the seeds of
my oblivion
become the seeds of your life,
your world, your earth, your stars
and i wondered if you
wondered where i was.
off in sleepy orbit
i watched you spin,
enchanted by your dance,
watched you grow and age until
one day you floated
up past me,
blinked in my direction
as if to suggest
some flicker of recognition
before you filled with air
and drifted into the sun.

eesh

perhaps if i spent more time checking my email and less time bitching about my lowly status as a waitress i would be in a better position at the moment.

by way of the pleasant spring weather and no internet connection- i've been delinquent in the email/blog department. so imagine my surprise to see that a job i had applied for months and months and months ago had sent me an email requesting an interview.

oooh what fabulous news!

when was the email sent? monday.

when were the interviews held? yesterday.

a day late and a dollar short. be it by poor luck or karmic debt, that's an ouch. on top of that, it's now past nine and the liquor store is closed, so a consolation bottle of wine is out of the question as well. ouch, ouch, double ouch.

meh. the tao says want for nothing and you'll have everything. all the same, i sent a reply email anyway requesting to be kept in mind for future hiring opportunities.

where's chunky munkey when i need him?