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Friday, February 14th, 2003
10:10 am - It really is an American thing...
"i appreciate that you know when to shut the fuck up" is the still the most flattering compliment i've ever been given. And yes, it was meant as such.

current mood: Just fine

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Monday, January 20th, 2003
3:11 pm - Like a rat in a trap...
The day after my roomie declared as one of her few gripes the fact that i've missed some of her shows, the email notice comes that her next show is this Friday at 9:30.

i expect suggested excuses in my inbox or people are getting dragged by their hair.

current mood: swizzlefucked

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Sunday, January 19th, 2003
9:37 pm - To be continued...
So my lovely roommate and i have had one bonding moment in our tense co-existence and that's the series 24. We've watched most episodes together and have been catching up on the first season with the dvds. We watched the first half of the second dvd tuesday before watching the new episode, and vowed to burn through the rest of the first season before the next episode of the new season.

This is the day last week that we hung out all night and i was chatty with her, asked about her day, shared a laugh or two, offered her some bagels from the giant bag i had bought and made us french fries to eat. You know, put my best foot forward in an effort to make things better.

i can be less friendly to girlfriends. (just kidding)

This morning, i went out and she's watching a movie. So i told her that we should watch the last half of the dvd when she was done since it was due back today. Seems that, not only did she already watch them, she already returned the dvd.

She had the gall to say (with a scary amount of sincerity) "oh, i just didn't think." i pointed out that we had watched every episode of 24 together and planned to watch the rest of the dvd together this weekend. How could she not have thought?

So after much stewing and venting to friends, i told her we needed to talk. i won't bore with the details, but it was all amazingly civil, amiable and sincere. i didn't bite her head off, i just told her that i was sick of the tension that existed and it was all unnecessary and i'd do anything she wanted to make things better. Promises to chat/clean/not be defensive/be non-accusatory/invite out for drinks/be more open/remind about housework/etc were made.

All things that have been said before. All things that haven't happened. But i'll take the chip off my shoulder and make a sincere effort to give things a chance, even past the next time she pulls a shit move. Cause i don't need anymore stress in my life.

But damn... Some things are just beyond the pale.

current mood: incredulous

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Friday, January 17th, 2003
11:21 am - Pimped Out Puck
My old car has been tricked out by the mexican restaurant that bought it. From the quick glance i had, the rust has been fixed, it has chrome racing wheels and a pimpin' purple stick shift.

But the best thing is the license plate that reads 1TACOMAN.

Wicked.

current mood: amused

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Thursday, January 16th, 2003
4:27 pm - i love chino
I'll stick you a little
enough to take your oxygen away
then I'll set you on fire
cause I'm on fire
and I'm with you alone
I'm so into this whore
afraid I might lose her
so forget about me


current mood: satisfied

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10:30 am - Talk about demonizing
My roommate wrote this in her journal today:

...so i figured i'd have the party on march 15...frankly, i haven't even cleared this with roommate yet, though i think i'm going to wait on that, anyway, out of sheer distaste for the inevitable "but that's so far away! why are you thinking about this now."

For fuck sake, when has that ever come out of my mouth? When have i ever said no to a party? (Other than her 'Around the world' party idea which, in one night, would move from Dumbo to 12th and 7th in Park Slope to our place at 22nd and 5th in Dark Slope. i just told her to do it all at one place.)

This is the shit that drives me crazy: A complete disconnect with reality. (Unless i really AM such a deluded asshole.) i'm sorry but i can't think of anything i've ever done in my life to warrant someone worrying about me making that comment.

And i was so nice to her the other night... (i made us french fries) [sigh]

current mood: Lookin for some love

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Wednesday, January 15th, 2003
1:51 pm - Dormant too long
It's been almost a month since i've updated my journal and that month has been out of control hideous. In just a few weeks, everything degenerated and fell apart. While i'm not into the blame games and pointing fingers, there’s no denying that things began to unravel after the first time my mother asked me for money. (She asked a second and third time by the end of the month. Happy Holidays.)

An important subtext to this is the 20 grand she supposedly got this year from her mother's will. Reading between the lines shouldn't be too hard.

It especially sucks because i have the worst relationship with my mother but once i got to nyc this summer, i really made a converted effort to patch things up. i started to call her regularly, as opposed to a few times a year. i remember calling her and amiably talking for over an hour before going to Girls and Boys. Normally i cringe when she calls me and hang up ASAP.

Now things are fucked up again. No surprise there.

The same can be said about my fucking roommate. How many best feet forward does one need to make for it to make a difference? i've never made so much of an effort (in the beginning) and been so unreciprocated. This topic is old and tedious (even for me) but it's completely relevant.

And work is work. While it's not terrible and i'm beyond grateful to have a good paycheck every month, it's nowhere near as rewarding and challenging as being a consultant was. Bottom line, i'm bored to tears and don't truly relate to anyone here. The latter isn't normally isn't a problem when i have challenging work to do, but that's simply not the case.

And then there's my meltdown over the past few weeks with my friends. Who i assume are still my friends. I’ve been given enough reason to not worry too much, but it’s certainly a gut check to not take things for granted.

All in all, things feel a lot more calm in my head. Here’s hoping that other parts of my life follow suit and things are dealt with and sorted out with everyone.

current mood: calm

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Wednesday, December 11th, 2002
2:21 am - Screw the teeth AND the BB gun...
What i really want for Christmas is one of those wonderful beige scarves with the red and black stripes on them. You know, the cool, chic, hip scarf that you see on every third person in this city.

As a matter of fact, i think EVERYONE should buy me one. That way, by stringing them together, i'll be so much closer to the ground when i hang myself from my fucking rooftop.

current mood: sleepy

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Tuesday, December 10th, 2002
11:09 am - How telling
For those i've bitched to about my job:

(Or "For those to whom i've bitched about my job", depending on your level of grammatical snobbery...)

i work for PNT Marketing.

This morning, i learned what PNT stands for.

Phil aNd Tony



current mood: Not too surprised

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Sunday, December 8th, 2002
11:59 pm - The body cannot live without the mind...
So i bought myself a copy of Beneath The Wheel by Hermann Hesse today on the street because i loved Siddhartha in high school and i read Steppenwolff a few months back. And about 50 pages into it, i realized i had read his book Magister Ludi this year.

And had completely forgotten it. It took me a few minutes to even remember the name of the book and determine whether it was by Hesse. (Actually, the "By The Author" section at the back of Beneath The Wheel took care of both.)

My memory used to be like a map: after unfolding it, it just took a few seconds to find what i was looking for. Now it's like a murky fog. i'm not happy about this.

Then there's the pleasant experience of sitting in a cafee, twitching with pain from my lower back. Despite 2+ weeks in the gym, trying specifically to strengthen it up, it's as bad as it's been in years.

Granted, i spent 24 of 30 hours asleep between Saturday morning to Sunday morning due to some nasty-ass, non-alcohol related, feel-worse-after-you-throw-up-twice sickness and that will always fuck up my been-giving-me-trouble-since-i-was-a-teenager back. Hopefully the short little stint on the bike at the gym tonight will loosen it up.

Because of that little bug, my great plan to go see Lewis Black got cancelled. Sorry about that everyone. Although it seems that everyone appreciated the monetary savings from the cancellation. (i would argue that italian dinner and coffee was only slightly cheaper and without the entertainment, but i come from a background of opportunity costs and looking at things on the margins, so what do i know?)

Highlight of the weekend: Getting Chris and Karla to use the bus, not once, but twice Friday night. Ya can't complain when it's 20 degrees, eh?

Low point of the weekend: Swallowing my pride and buying one of those monstrous computer books from Barnes and Nobles. i always feel like such a fucking tard taking them up to the counter. A very cute, short haired, lit-chick friend of mine who worked at B&N in boston told me how much they despised those books and i don't blame them. But it's my career and it's not like i enjoy them. So fuck it.

current mood: Sedate

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Thursday, December 5th, 2002
12:28 pm - And this ain't a drug reference
Snow fucking rocks. As my best friend in HS used to say, it's blizzarding.

i don't want to hear about the cold. i don't want to hear about the sludge. i don't want to hear about how nasty this is going to be tomorrow when the sun comes up.

i love da snow...

current mood: giddy

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Wednesday, December 4th, 2002
11:00 am - Crotchity? i was born crotchity
What's the deal with saying god bless you when someone sneezes? i know it's a social convention and all, but some people are simply too eager about shouting it out. Each and every time i sneeze. i recently had someone yell it to me when i sneezed in the bathroom. (As in a separate room with the door closed, not a public bathroom...)

C'mon, yer not religious. Give it a break.

So if i don't bless you the next time you sneeze, get over it. It doesn't mean i don't love you.

And while we're venting, my other pet peeve is my coworkers INCESSANT need to peer into my lunch EACH AND EVERY DAY and discuss it with me as i sit down to eat it. i barely eat breakfast and i always wait too long to eat lunch so i'm halfway towards starvation. i don't care to entertain someone's amazement that i brought beans and rice from home. Or better yet, when someone asks me what i'm eating when it's pizza. To which i reply "sushi."

Funny thing is, they don't talk to me the rest of the day. But for some reason, the minute before i start to eat my lunch, they wanna chat. Wrong.

i've been up front with coworkers in the past about this and they've been truly offended. Sorry. Get a clue. Wait til i finish eating.

Remember, food + headphones + internet = Go Away!
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What's the deal with saying god bless you when someone sneezes? i know it's a social convention and all, but some people are simply too eager about shouting it out. Each and every time i sneeze. i recently had someone yell it to me when i sneezed in the bathroom. (As in a separate room with the door closed, not a public bathroom...)

C'mon, yer not religious. Give it a break.

So if i don't bless you the next time you sneeze, get over it. It doesn't mean i don't love you.

And while we're venting, my other pet peeve is my coworkers INCESSANT need to peer into my lunch EACH AND EVERY DAY and discuss it with me as i sit down to eat it. i barely eat breakfast and i always wait too long to eat lunch so i'm halfway towards starvation. i don't care to entertain someone's amazement that i brought beans and rice from home. Or better yet, when someone asks me what i'm eating when it's pizza. To which i reply "sushi."

Funny thing is, they don't talk to me the rest of the day. But for some reason, the minute before i start to eat my lunch, they wanna chat. Wrong.

i've been up front with coworkers in the past about this and they've been truly offended. Sorry. Get a clue. Wait til i finish eating.

Remember, food + headphones + internet = Go Away! <bark!>


current mood: annoyed

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Sunday, November 24th, 2002
3:41 pm - Hours without a snide remark...
Last night was absolute bliss. chris, jeff, karla, will and i went to Lunaterium and it was perfect. Well, aside from the absolute clusterfuck of an hour long line caused by the lack of change, the lack of bracelets and the fact that the party was on the 9th floor of a warehouse, with only one big freight elevator to get us there. (Are you thinking fire hazard? What about the fire throwers right next to the building???)

Anyways, the place was out of control; a total mind fuck of visual and artistic expression. (Take that as you will.) Swings, playground style rides, a bubble room fort, tongue in cheek anti-war demonstrations, a roaming adult sized baby buggy and lots of skin. There was good music thumping and just a great vibe to it.

i’m not sure i could handle five days of it in the desert, but for 6 hours on a Saturday night, it was great. i’m sure we won’t find anything like that until next year’s Lunaterium.

And we’re wearing costumes then!

current mood: ecstatic

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Saturday, November 23rd, 2002
7:04 pm - LIfe is good...
So Friday night i met the crew for drinks on the west side, we saw a comedy show at the SVA which was really funny ("i don't, i don't, i don't UNDERSTAND!!!!!), and then hit up a few bars afterwards. It was a really great night for a lot of reasons, most of all the company. (The surprising combination of being royally fucked up and blissfully lucid and in control was another high point of the night. Hats off to moderation.)

Tonight we have Lunaterium on the docket, billed as the Burning Man of nyc. It will be interesting because i lived 2 hours from the real Burning Man, knew people who went and considered going myself. (The 5 days without showering was a big deterrent...) Anyways, i'm expecting it to be rather trippy, eccentric and artsy-fartsy, but interesting to say the least. And fuck, we're in nyc. These are the things we're supposed to be doing, no?

Speaking of doing things, Lewis Black is in town Dec 5-8th and i want to go. On the 5th as Enon is playing at Southpaw in Brooklyn.

And bowling must be in our future.

i have to say, it's nice to have a crew to run with again. It's been since Sacramento that i had such a good group of friends to hang/party with. Aside from a few good friends i made in boston, the past two years were such a fucking writeoff. (And i had to meet one of those friends in Budapest.)

i have to echo Karla's sappy sentiments about everyone. It's nice to have friends who are all about the partying but are still top quality people as well. It's not the easiest combination to find, at least for me anyways.

Boy, all of this sappy sentiment is foreboding for the night, dontcha think? HA!

current mood: content

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Thursday, November 21st, 2002
11:07 pm - Who needs Bar 13?
So here i am with a certain anal retentive pretentious fuck sitting on my floor talking to Karla on his cell phone with the Anna Nicole Smith Show on the tv.

Of course, he's only talking to her because he called her on her land line after she and i were talking on my phone for a while. Wanker.

Anyways, we're looking at going to Lunaterium in DUMBO on Saturday night. Apparantly it's the Burning Man in nyc. Seems like there's a bunch of rooms to it, loads of VJs (why the V?) and tons of artist shit. It's 15 dollars to get in, 10 with a costume but it looks like a lot of fun. And it's not Don Hills. Points there.

Who's up for a change in pace?

current mood: content

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Wednesday, November 20th, 2002
11:42 pm - Puck Is No More
Yep, i went ahead and sold my car to the mexican store around the corner for a handful of cash and some free Mexican food. (Although who would want food from a shitty Mexican restaurant from our neighborhood, i'll never know...) It was less than i had wanted, barely enough to cover my trip to boston but i was tired of moving it from one side of the street to the other. It was fun having a car in nyc but there's just no point to it.

i'm sure everyone will miss the excitement of driving through manhattan with me at the wheel. Perhaps i'll need to get me a cabbie job on the weekend so i don't lose my skills.

i feel bad that i sold my car a week before i might have otherwise driven back to Pittsburgh for Thanksgiving. (Or is it trancegiving???) It's been over a year, i'm 6 hours away (only marginally further than boston) and i doubt i'll be heading home for Christmas. It would have been nice to see my dad but my mom is slipping back into using me as her therapist for her neverending job application ordeal and that just won't do. And we all know about my sisters, so to hell with it.

i'm so fucking shagged out. i could barely keep my eyes open all day long today. Too little sleep in boston and 6 hours each night since ain't gonna cut it, not with the weekend around the corner...

BTW, since it's so bullshit that people are always listening to music when they're writing in their livejournal, i'll put whatever i damn well please in that box...

current mood: exhausted

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5:40 pm - 6 hours, 1 line
i scoured the internet for an entire day yesterday just to get this:

SELECT * FROM OpenRowSet('MSDASQL','Driver=Microsoft Visual FoxPro Driver;SourceType=DBF;SourceDB=d:\SQL Server Utility Folder\Import Bin', 'SELECT * FROM bookings_final')

i’m not one to geek, but it's pretty slick let me tell you. Apparently, i'm holding a seminar in two weeks because of it.

See, i AM a winner. Where are the chicks?

That is my job. Which is why i’ll never talk about it again.

current mood: exhausted

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12:08 am - Hope this makes you happy...
After much nagging, i've been convinced to overcome my aversion to the drama trap that is livejournal. Because it's useful to coordinate plans, to let people know how you survived the weekends exploits and debauchery, to have an outlet for, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Instead i think i'll just bitch about my roommate. In every fucking entry.

current mood: sleepy

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