my old friend

I'm thinking about hosting an experiment.

I might give up teevee for the summer.

OK, get up off the floor and find your dropped jaw.

I've been wanting to read more (thanks to awesome book sales) and my excuse to not read is usually in the form of mindless tv.

I need to figure out the rules of this experiment (like I have to be able to watch Jon & Kate plus 8 any time it's on - and C-SPAN) but I just might do it.

I mean, hell's bells - if Dubya can read a book a week, why can't I?


Currently Reading: War Reporting for Cowards by Chris Ayres (via big book sale at old Circuit City)

nubbin

Why am I looking at teevee stations' job boards?!?!?

the sound of silence

Here's four. Lots of weird things going on in the ole noggin.

1. I don't want to be a news producer anymore. I don't want to have to deal with anchors and reporters. I don't want to be fighting over seconds. I watch these producers everyday, and I don't see the challenge anymore.
2. Therefore, I have no clue what I want to pursue anymore. I like politics (the schedule is much more conducive to having a life) but my political views are so freaking moderate that I'm not sure either party will take me.
3. I'm mad "My Boys" will probably be completely over with tonight's season finale. Which means, I will have absolutely no television to follow religiously. Which might be a good thing. Get some reading done over the summer.
4. That said, DUDE, so looking forward to Housewives of DC - though the parents don't have Bravo... which means I might have to beg someone to record it for me.
   

hypochondriac.

Thanks to reading an obnoxious amount of news copy daily, from the WaPo (FAVE) to the AP wire, I have become a nut.

Somewhere in my Internets travels yesterday I found a story about this:


Osteochondromatosis

I have not done all the hypochondriac research, but dude, I think I might have it.

restlessness.

Restlessness is discontent and discontent is the first necessity of progress. Show me a thoroughly satisfied man and I will show you a failure. – Thomas A. Edison

Warning: Not for children.

I f-ing HATE the DMV and a certain town.

You know those speedtrap little towns along the highway? Apparently this town wants to make money off of every person they talk to.

A person using a name similar to mine, decides to not show up and not pay a speeding ticket.

That bitch.

Somewhere, it gets crossed with my info, nevermind that I hadn't TOUCHED the state in months.

I send them info, they tell me nothing.

Was I supposed to assume that I needed to wipe their butts by following up with them? Isn't the law enforcement supposed to TELL people when they are in trouble??

Aren't they supposed to be a public servant? Helping the public? 

And the courts, aren't they supposed to assume you're innocent until proven otherwise? Aren't they supposed to want to HELP people with their problems?????????

If the last job on earth was the DMV and this city court, I'd gladly live on the streets.

thinking

Does swine flu start with a headache? And make you want to sleep for 12 hours?

Then I'm done for.

I hate the DMVs. I just want to freaking drive to work and Target, people.

I shouldn't have to prove that my first dog's name was Dutchess and I finished fourth grade.

Less than four weeks of work left. Good!

And this site is saving me.

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Wake me up when it's over.

This week, every dang year, is horrible. Horrible horrible.

This year??

I will have no driver's license after Friday at 11:59 p.m., I'm about to cut someone at the DMV, my car's air has gone out AGAIN, I have officially no money for school, people younger than me are getting promoted above me and I think I might have eaten moldy bread.

Sigh*

Oh, yeah. I'm old again Friday. 

This week never works out right. Some people have their week turn into a national celebration. I just want it to be May 15th.

when's it my turn?

I wanted just one decision that had no factor of money. One decision where I didn't have to think about the financial consequences of it. 

One.

But here I go. Stepping onto the plank again. 

I should have stayed. Sure, I would have practically starved myself and possibly frozen to death walking back and forth to work to save money, but I would have a job come June.

My hands are tied with the rope of this crappy economy.

I can't believe I'm here again. At this place where both options seem like the right one. But they both could be wrong, since I'm apparently not a very good judge of options.

And I'm apparently having hot flashes. It's 68 in the apt and I feel like I'm gonna die.

My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone

My ma's in the black seat sittin' all alone

As my pa steers her slow out of the lot for a test drive down Michigan Avenue

Now, my ma, she fingers her wedding band

And watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands

He's tellin' us all 'bout the break he'd give us if he could, but he just can't

Well if I could, I swear I know just what I'd do

Now, mister, the day the lottery I win I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again

Now, the neighbours come from near and far

As we pull up in our brand new used car

I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry and tell 'em all they can kiss our asses goodbye

My dad, he sweats the same job from mornin' to morn

Me, I walk home on the same dirty streets where I was born

Up the block I can hear my little sister in the front seat blowin' that horn

The sounds echoin' all down Michigan Avenue

Now, mister, the day my numbers comes in I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again