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5.29.2004
so for those of you who don't already know, i quit the job a week ago. well, gave them a month's notice anyway, which was way too nice but whatever, one week of that month i'm getting paid to sit on the beach and swim with fishes. i know it's really childish, but part of me really wanted them to tell me i just couldn't leave, that i was too important and did my job too well and wasn't there just something they could do to keep me around? turns gossip had been flying about morgan's potential dream job in seattle, so they were kind of expecting it. now i can just feel that general yearn for me to be gone, now on their part as much as mine. trying not to let it get to me. and i really shouldn't, because today we're off to some beauticious part of jersey to witness the power duo, zach and jean AND what i am proud to have nicknamed "the ninjas", get hitched. twins and nuptials just couldn't happen to two more awesome people. plus there's a Balkan brass band. then it's my first three-layer cake and Noralyn's baby shower tomorrow, sadly no punk rock volleyball, then off to the wild blue wonder on monday! it is a sad, sad thing when you're looking down the barrell at 30 and realizing that you've still to take an unchaperoned vacation with your fricking husband!
oh by the way, who are you Ed? where did you come from?? WHO SENT YOU???
:: Shericat 6:13 AM [+] :: speak
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5.17.2004
got caught in a nasty friendster loop the other day, and i have to wonder, who the fucking hell has 100 some odd friends? i know you don't, not really, in fact i have made it a new rule not to bother looking at anyone who has some absurd number of friendsters because they are surely more of a scenester than i care to split beers with. now excuse me while i crawl back into my hovel of self-loathing and despair.
:: Shericat 5:56 PM [+] :: speak
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5.12.2004
last night we went to see Jim Knipfel read from his new book. it was actually pretty disturbing. i've read his other two memoirs and although it was evident that he's a little messed up, i guess i still expected him to be some kind of young, strapping literary hero. instead he's this hunched over, hobbling, almost blind man who looks a decade past his age. he was only able to read two exceprts from his book, which was a true shame for his gravelly voice was just a pleasure to listen to. i had him sign my book, which i always feel a little cheesey about, but after reading this article a couple of weeks ago, now i'm kicking myself for not asking him to sign it "dear shit head", but when i said hello to him and he kind of scanned the general area i occupied, obviously not seeing me at all, i just didn't have the heart to ask him to write something his hand hadn't already memorized. instead morgan made some silly remark about movie rights for his jesus story, which he seemed to appreciate, so we left it at that and meandered home.
:: Shericat 4:46 AM [+] :: speak
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5.10.2004
listening to the new Lamb record. it's nice, very moody but not too depressing, which is a good mixture for me these days. this weekend was really drunk. the man's band played on saturday, blew most everyone but the die-hards out the door because they're so damned loud, but they sounded great and it was good fun. i was running on empty to begin with and had to drag myself homoe at midnight before all the fun started. i always leave right before people strip down to panties.
my neck feels like someone was riding a flat tire back and forth over it all day. i can hardly turn my head. i'm such a goddamned mess.
:: Shericat 5:20 PM [+] :: speak
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5.04.2004
i have very mixed feelings towards Supersize Me. i think it's great that people are continuing to spread the message that fast food is crap, like we didn't know that already, but do you really have to patronize the evil that makes it in order to get your point across? i know that what this guy did, eating nothing but fast food for a month, is a statement more than anything, but it still irks me. i consciously stopped eating fast food about 5 years ago, and though i was never a big frequenter of the drive-through, it made me feel better. although my motives were fueled more by an anti-corporate, stop raping the the world of all dining culture, stop killing the rainforest feeling. i know that if i nip on down to the deli on the corner and get a sandwich it's probably the same grade meat, cheese and bread that Mickey Dee's prides themselves on, and that's a whole other story. and then we lived two blocks from a white castle for a year, and i'll tell ya nothing smells better at 4 a.m. on a drunken walk home than the sweet, sweet aroma of a microwavefull of steaming sliders...
ok, so my story kind of fell apart there, so what, i still think it's skeevy to eat that schlock for a month, use it as a means of making a couple million, then talking shit about the very corporations that served you with pride through every, ahem, "meal". you eat nothing but fast food, you get fat. i could have told you that, stupid.
in other news the job in Seattle is on hold for a couple of weeks before they start reviewing resumes again. we've kind of stopped caring, but it would still be pretty fuckin' cool if morgan got that job. in the meantime i'm trying not to succumb to my conscience that is really just a big guilt-generating machine and stand firm on my plan to give notice as soon as we get back from vacation. i'll be really screwing them over, but after two years of getting it right up the ass from them, i shouldn't care. god, i can't believe i've worked this stupid dead-end job for two years. how depressing.
:: Shericat 2:52 PM [+] :: speak
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