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alright... this is harder than i thought... i've been lamenting over what albums i would take with me to the desert island all week-- staring off into space at meetings; driving down the road forming the list in my head; crossing things off, adding others.... but then tonight, i talked with this freak who pointed out that it was the Gestapo taking me away to the desert island and they aren't all about waiting whilst i deliberate. in fact, this is a true snatch and grab job- so i'd better get to it. boy, did that lift a giant weight off my shoulders. i now feel free to make my choice and move on. within minutes i had my list and now i post it for you (in no particular order).


modest mouse lonesome crowded west
pixies surfer rosa
frank zappa waka/jawaka
tori amos under the pink
wilco yankee hotel foxtrot
grateful dead dick's picks vol 8 disc 1
sonic youth daydream nation
phish picture of nectar
pj harvey uh huh her
talking heads remain in the light

seriously people, you only have minutes to grab your 10 discs. the machine guns are pointed-- the Gestapo do not like to be kept waiting.

my first day at the new job was good, thanks for asking.

more important, we found a kitten along side the road driving home and, well, we rescued it. word-on-the-street (or at least in-the-house) is that we are keeping him. we dubbed him Ebenzer and that seems to fit well. he's got big ears and is super-little & super-lovey. he purrs loud and meows alot. life with a kitten is a good life. tomorrow at work i will think of him and smile.

in other news...... i am working on a deserted island must-have album list (thanks to this girl). plus its something i've been thinking of for a long while--- you see a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away DC's 105.9 was a kick-ass classic rock station that my dad & bro used to school me in all that is real rock'n'roll. the station ran a radio show where people would write in with their list of "songs they could not live on a deserted island without" and they'd play them.... 10, i think... and 10 it shall be, despite so-called rules. so, you should be making a list too... we'll compare. yours may be cooler than mine. but then again, YOU are cooler than me...

apparently the PMA is completely contagious, cause i am having a-- as my homosexual boys would say-- fabulous weekend. new-found, funtimes motto is "fun rockz!".

friday night, after a shitty ride in dc traffic, we endulged in some right-on-the-money caribbean grill and then took in the rocky horror show. the show was quite entertaining-- a fun time overall. it was focused more on the music from the movie than anything, but, hey, no complaints here. turns out a friend chorographed the whole affair so i have added love & appreciation for it. and somehow the androgyny of the whole thing made me want to make out-- which i suppose is a strange conclusion. from there it was off to the bars of adams morgan. the sheer number of people out and about the bar scene there boogles my mind. (oohh, and i can't leave out: we saw some rats! several. eeww.) then it was over to clarendon to hit up this big ass bar a hair-shy of last call. but with all these good times, i was ready for the bed and, with the help of no-clock in my room, i managed to sleep until 1:30 in the afternoon. completely rockin'!

saturday, it was the weekend staple of bagels & coffee before the nice drive back to west virginia. prior to going to my actual home i run into a friend downtown and end up hanging out with her all day... had some dinner and then the important stuff: attended a little spade-playing party. aaahhh, i love me some cards. and, let's not joke, i love me some shit-talking. wrap it up with drinks and smoke and, quite frankly, i am in heaven (which sums up why i am going to hell)... i'd like to say i cleaned up at spades... but we did make a good-showing of it. truthfully though, we were puppets to the other pairing who was shrewdly master-minded by a true pro. damn her! she must be on my team for the next championship. we could take over the world! (as long as i laid off the sauce a bit)

sooo... what's in store sunday? definitly lunch birthday bash at a friend's in bmore. other than that, i'm relying on the "fun rockz" motto to push me through...

late night conversation with a friend about a fight with his current girlfriend yielded the above comment and caused me to sigh in relief that i am not dating. their sad, sad fight began with cooking a hot dog and ended with storming out of the house & not speaking for 2 days. ooh, the bliss of a new relationship... don't get me wrong - there is little that matches the excited, butterfly feeling you get when you have a new crush. that nervous-sick feeling that practically paralyzes a gal from performing even the most basic tasks is actually quite satisfying, but a couple of months in, the excitement seems to change over to bickering, feeling out boundaries, identifying all the annoying things about the other person.

and truthfully, i have been in some fucked up relationships! i try not to dwell on the past- so i won't bother reviewing the various unhealthy pairings i have taken part in, but, know this, there were several and they were fucked. (maybe it was my penchant for selecting the "bad boys", or worse: "the quiet ones")

the point...... well, i guess i barely even have one here...... i am glad i am not dating. (besides, who's to say i can't have those fun crushes..i have a hundred lusty crushes-- just ask the man)

......oooooh, i am baby, i am......

"the waiting is the hardest part"... ooh it's true. seems my new dishwasher is being delivered today and i am held captive until that happens...   quite honestly that is fine because i have no idea what i am going to do with my day.  one thing is for sure-- i've gotta get out of this house before i have a melt-down.
 
the daily horoscope lends some words of wisdom:
"Better get out that to-do list -- you know, the one you've been deliberately hiding from yourself" drats... i was hoping to accomplish nothing again today, i am good at that and i hate to fail.
"If someone has put their grouchy pants on this morning, go ahead and steer clear. If that person is you, head back to wardrobe quick! Don't stop at just changing your pants -- trying putting on a pair of happy feet, too." but the grouchy pants match my outfit!
 
i leave you with this, some french kicks music for your afternoon. so many cakes
and one more time.

yet another reason NOT to see Will Smith in I, Robot... seems the bots are knockoffs from Bjork's video All Is Love. watch the video for yourself and revel in the rip-off and subsequent robot ass-grab. http://www.glassworks.co.uk/search_archive/jobs/bjork_all/

you never realize how much you rely on electricity until you don't have it. today, we lost all power here at casa d'cosgrove for a good hour--- cutting off all access to the outside world short of person-to-person contact (and who does that anymore?). no internet, no phone (the result of being a household with only cordless phones), no tv, no stereo...  and all this for no foreseeable reason. madness! thank the heavens above that shit was turned back on this afternoon- i was starting to freak out.
 
well the countdown to employment is on. this time next week, i'll be mid-way through my first day o'work. in anticipation of the time-vampire that is a fulltime job, i have made myself a list of things to get accomplished over the next week. it is sad to think that i could have gotten all these tasks done over the course of the summer, instead of over the course of one week, but hey that's how it goes when you're a slacker. my list is full of things like: clean out the bedroom closets, organize the kitchen cabinets, clean up the dining room, go through the heaps of shit in the living room & dining room, get a check-up from the doctor's office--- you know, the fun stuff. so far...... i've accomplished little.  while i am good at making lists of things to do-- giving the false-sense of organization-- i am not good at actually doing them and apparently that is key.  go figure!

After finally deciding that more than 8 hours in my house in front of the television is not healthy for me, I put on my ripped/paint-splattered dress and marched outside to mow the lawn. (yes, i know, "dress?!" listen, i have this beat-up comfy dress i wear to paint and do various other house things, it's not as ugly and grandma as it sounds... it's comfy..breezey... deal with it) so..... anyway, i get my butt outside and pull the mower from the shed, feeling very good about being so productive. i reach up to get the gas canister, all the while thinking how happy the man will be to come home to a mowed lawn, and this bee/wasp comes out of no where and attacks me. it was a mean mother fucker! first it went for the obvious: my ankles and then worked its way up my dress, getting me good on both my ass and back. needless to say the bastard won this match. in fact he had the last laugh because, still not sure the thing had flown out of my clothing, i was forced to disrobe on my back porch, all the while exclaiming "fuck!" to my nieghborhood. At that point, it seemed only fitting to flee back indoors where i promptly settled back down in front of my television. 

elementary school project gone horribly wrong?

as mentioned before, i got a job. and that's a great thing- i feel like a weight has been lifted. Pending background check, my start date is set for ju-ly 26er and i am trying to make the most out of what few days are left of being unemployed. wish i could say i had something exciting to do between now and then.... but i don't. nothing to do and no one to do it with. *sucks* but i'm trying not to complain (too much at least).

yesterday i spent my afternoon at Costco with the folks. frequenting bulk superstores is always an adventure (as is any activity involving both parental units) and this proved to be just that. while i was able to stock up on some fairly useful things, i was tempted by many un-useful extravagances-- namely a copy of Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure for the bargain price of $8.99 and Sex and the City seasons 4, 5, & 6(pt 1). i resisted though. 'cause i'm just that good..... perhaps the most annoying thing about the whole afternoon was the comments made by my folks and various other shoppers as they worked their way through the food aisles: "Who would need that much pickle relish?" and "OOhh, look at all of that applesauce!"... i mean, really, it gets old. you'd think the members would be desensitized to the large portions by now, but strangley enough they aren't. i, for one, could NEVER work at such a store and listen to that all day-- i'd have to get outa gun and go postal on the shoppers.

so, i wish i had something to give you today. something good and interesting to break up the monotony. i guess ill leave you with this (see above)--- an unrelated picture.

got the job!!!!

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the man and i were attendees of a dear friend's wedding this past saturday. a nice catholic ceremony that included lots of standing and sitting, standing and sitting; various prayers; and a high attendance of pregnant women. it's funny because now every wedding we go to we compare to our own. "oooh, OUR flowers were prettier", "i hate receiving lines, i'm so glad WE didn't do that", and so on. stupid really. in comparison though, this wedding had much better food than we did. actually the food was freakin' delicious--- mid-meal i remarked to the table "best meal ever" and well, such food-enthusiasm was the open bar speaking... but the food was right-on-the-money.... i cannot lie, i got a bit drunk. the open bar was more than i could take. and the bartenders were so willing to get you another. plus i didn't really know very many people there (although i totally made friends with this old man who i followed via car from the church to the restaraunt.. he loved me- must be the red hair). drinking just seemed like the obvious time-killer. and it made the dj more bearable--- i even participated in the "electric slide". (ooooh yea, i'm just THAT cool) and what night o' drinking would be complete without a couple of drunk-dials--> glad you were there!

anyway, on to other things....... saw spiderman 2 on sunday. there really is nothing better to nurse a hangover than a good mid-day movie. the flick itself was--- eh--- ok. fairly enjoyable. i can't rave about any movie that sets itself up for the next sequel. plus, i have something against kirsten dunst. listen, i know she is a hottie-- i agree with you there. but i've seen her in a few interviews, and let's just put it this way, i'd like to gag that bitch. i think hillary duff may be more mature.... on a side note, the "wedding dress" she sports in the end of the movie will inspire dreams forevermore. the movie was worth it just for that dress.

so i'm still jobless...... i did have a second interview this morning for a position as a social worker in the local school system. the whole meeting felt like it went well, but it is always hard to judge. won't know anything til next week and i'm gonna try to not care until then. this whole unemployed thing has lost its excitement. i am no longer happy being home day-in, day-out. *sucks*

time is a funny thing... minutes drag on while days fly by..and it's never what it seems.... whatever.... i'm just saying, it's a funny thing....

uh, today a couple of great friends dropped by and offered their hand at fixing the ol' dishwasher. (yeah, still broken from, like, forever ago) after several washing cycles and several unattached and reattached hoses, it seems that the damn thing is still not working properly. it's a puzzler really. may be time to replace the whole sha-bang. in the process though, a very odd website was found.... you should take a minute to read the orange box and then flip over to the "rules of etiquette".... it'll inspire a chuckle. promise.

on a completely different topic, i'd like to report that i have developed a shopping illness. i dunno how or why, but the when seems to have occurred fairly recently. i can't get enough of shopping. particularly if we are talking about purses or shoes or jewelry---- but especially purses. something about bags makes my heart flutter; puts the spring in my step; makes me want to sing out hallejuah.

and speaking of hearts fluttering, i should give a shout out to this guy!

the new hair........ promise i'll shut up about it now.

perhaps i have mentioned it before and maybe it isn't even important... but i love tori.... it's true. and liking tori- ALOT- stirs up all kinds of connotations. i'd say unfair ones, but really everything you are now thinking about me is most likely true.

why do i mention this? well it seems i have found, through this guy, a site with many, many tori mp3s. most are great quality too. and so now, i will be deprived of sleep and so forth due to my need to download each and every song possible. and then tomorrow i will spend all day breaking my playlist up and burning them to cds... it is an obsession and i can not break free...

one more confession before i climb into bed..... something you may not have known.... i collect rocks/crystals.

i know. i am a freak. you can tell me. i can take it.

july fourth came and went without any firework watching by me and the man. usually i would be disappointed at our lack of participation in this american tradition, but somehow, this year, i could care less. i'm not sure if that is because i was feeling ultra-lazy this weekend or if maybe its just a reflection of my frustration with our country these days. blah!

(and since when do people get off work for the fourth of july observed?! i just don't understand!)

friday, the man and i sat around the house feeling sorry for ourselves. well, maybe i should rephrase that: WE sat around, I felt sorry for us. i was lamenting over the fact that we do not have a "crew". i need a "crew" to hang out with like non-stop.... but don't think i wasn't social this weekend cause i was.... saturday "Debbie Country" played at the local bar and I could not miss out on the fun. i dragged the friend along (and btw, i really should have paid your cover, listen: i'll hit you up next time, promise). all-n-all a good night with multiple random encounters and many, many laughs.

then sunday and monday were all about errands and eating out and pure laziness.. golden.



oooooooh and the verdict is back on the new haircut: VERY CUTE! i've decided i totally dig the new me!

i cut my hair.

i dunno. i was bored yesterday. and the girl kinda talked me into.. i didn't have a voice of reason with me and when i looked down on the floor around my stool, there was all this hair....

it feels weird. my head feels all bouncy. i feel like i'm on a pantene commercial, constantly shaking my head around.

so....... hopefully it looks good. i guess people have said it does, even the man, but geeze... what are they gonna say? "what the hell were you thinking?", "i suggest a hat", or "damn- bad cut!"???