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7.28.2004
thanks to everyone who made it through the rain last night for the legendary out-in-a-blaze-of-glory show at Trash. those of you who for one pathetic reason or another couldn't get your soggy asses there, missed not only my kick-ass (as i was told) stage debut, but also the most hilarious, out of control finale including one brave soul who dropped trou (trow?) for the free X's for Eyes boxers. i know someone out there has pictures, and i'll post them as soon as we get some. anyhoo, it was pretty deafening and damaging, and now i have to paint the new place with hungover jitters.
today is also our 2 year wedding anniversary. YAY MARRIAGE!! we're broke but lucky enough to have friends who own a restaurant in Redhook and they're giving us a free dinner with the works as a present. well, really it's as payment for some computer aid Morgan has given them over the past year but it's great anyway. it ain't no skydiving, but i don't know that we could ever top that one.
:: Shericat 7:55 AM [+] :: speak
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7.23.2004
god, i've been reading some friends' and friends of friends' blogs and i feel like such a bad new yorker. i don't go out every night of the week, in fact i'm lucky if i make it out a couple of times over the weekend. i've pretty much ceased going to art openings, or shows or museums at all, which i should feel guilty about but i don't. i've been going to shows more often but mostly because the man's band is playing at them! and fuck, i haven't even gone to the movies in ages. what is wrong with me? part of it has been being unemployed with no unemployment benefits, but part of it, probably most of it, is just me. i felt like a year or so ago i was pretty ok with being a homebody, but sometimes i let it get to me, not even because i itch to get out, but because i feel peer pressure to do so. it's just another reason i feel like i shouldn't be living here, in this giant metropolis with all it has to offer, when more often than not my preferred mode of relaxation/recreaction is buying some new video games and a pile of beer and settling in for the night. am i big fat married redneck or what???
:: Shericat 1:56 PM [+] :: speak
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7.22.2004
so i've been watching the first season of the L word all week while packing, and i think i'm just about gay now. it's funny, it does for lesbianism what Friends does for living in NYC, the total myth we all want to believe, because we all know that dating a woman is all just softness and tender loving glances and rolling in puppies. pretty much like stripping for a Vegas showclub is just like Showgirls. feeh! i for one can tell you, you really DO learn that in classes!
so here's to hoping i can fend up the corporate whore job offer long enough for the cooler-than-jesus job working with the cute bassist for Shellshockedat an architect's gig in the neighborhood.
:: Shericat 3:38 PM [+] :: speak
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7.21.2004
yesterday i had the most promising job interview i've had in over a month, which is to say the only job interview i've had in over a month. it's for this design recruiting firm that a friend referred me to, which i am now convinced is the only way to get a job these days. it was a good interview, the women who work there were very nice and candid, we spent an equal amount of time giggling and talking about our hair as we did speaking seriously about the position and my bullshit. so tomorrow i'm meeting with the president of the company and her right hand, and on one hand i'm really psyched about it because i'd pretty much have to royally fuck up at this point not to get the job, the pay is good and the benefits are great, most importantly the people are awesome, which can make all the difference. thing is, i've gotten horribly spoiled during my month of unemployment, and i really don't want to work full time again. i have another interview tomorrow morning at some architecture firm here in the neighborhood that's a part time gig, the pay isn't great but i could make do, and the part time thing would be good because then i could still make a realistic jab at the whole illustration gig. see, i have all these friends who work full time and still bust ass at their other hobbies, but i'm just very lazy, and every time i've had a full time job it's been exponentially harder for me to make myself draw and paint on my off time. what a hoser i am!
:: Shericat 7:26 AM [+] :: speak
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7.16.2004
while packing up the rest of the bookcases today i found an old copy of
the student-published literary thingy from my early college days. being
the narcissist that i am, i looked up whatever bad poetry i had
submitted that semester, and i've gotta say, i actually made myself
giggle again after all these years. so, of course i have to post my
little 19 yr. old ditty of forelorn angst for you all to laugh at:
Game Playing
by Sheridan Lucas
I sit to watch you
and fumble with my spoon
half-drenched in reddening embarrassment
while you pick at your bearclaw,
and read your book with such a
deep, poetic stance
head tilted just
slightly
to grasp the thin ray of straggling light
filtered through smoke-stained windows
and I can feel my bladder start to crumble
as I perch on the pointy edge of my seat.
I burn holes through you
and bleed your pores with the
daggers in my eyes;
I shudder underneath
your twitching eyebrow
and another bead of cold sweat
trickles its way down the back of my neck.
And then you move
your pianist hand to
chisled jaw
to delicately pinch a spot on your stubbled cheek
while I, mesmerized by this delicate touch,
happen to notice you
wiping excrement of freshly squeezed pimple
onto your trousers.
:: Shericat 11:33 AM [+] :: speak
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7.15.2004
for some reason i've been thinking about famous people lately, how they're really all around us here in the big fat city and it's really just a matter of perspective i guess. i used to serve julia roberts coffee every morning, and she was such a bitch. i was surprised she actually went to get her coffee herself, i mean, shouldn't she have some stupid slave going to fetch her tall soy decaf no foam latte?? most of you know the story, but in a nutshell i got in trouble for not giving her star treatment because i didn't recognize her, and being the corporate hell environment that it was, the barista was too low to really do anything crafty back there so my big revenge was to make her latte with half and half and three shots of regular espresso. i know, it's petty but i don't care, it was funny. i was talking to someone the other day who was saying she keeps seeing kirsten dunst all over the neighborhood, it figures she probably bought some loft out here or something. why do i care about this? i "pfft" it off but then we end up talking about it for a good 5 minutes or something. then there was the time sex and the city was filming a scene under the record shop i worked in, and sarah jessica parker was just as frightening in person as you'd expect. we kept yelling out the window that she looked like rainbow brite threw up on her, god it was so juvenile but at the time i loved it. this one kid even tried to pour his iced coffee out the window on her but some p.r. person ran up the stairs and screamed at us. then they came inside "just to make sure nothing else distruptive happened". we made lots of farting noises and scowled at her realll good. hm. this post is really bad, sorry.
:: Shericat 1:42 PM [+] :: speak
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7.13.2004
boy, this job hunting thing just sucks. i wish i could be more eloquent about it, but it really just plain sucks. i've finally resorted to temp agencies, and after several hours of "researching" temping in nyc i pretty much got the drift that you send your resume to them, then call, and call, and call, and if you're lucky they might give you some work. so i sent my resume all over the place and when i got ready to start calling, i checked my available minutes just to be sure and wouldn't you know i've already gone over by like, 30 min. or something, which at $93746983247692378 per minute is not going to continue. so i call sprint, and lovely people that they are, they are no help at all, so i upgrade my plan, and in the meantime am afraid to use the phone anyway. later i got a call from one of the temp agencies and i have an appt. tomorrow, and it is just sickening how much better that made me feel about things. i probably won't get any work from them and be back where i've been for the past month, but whatever.
i really resent this feeling like i should be doing something more "professional" with my life. i remember my mother bitching at me about how "now you don't want to end up being a secretary!" when i got my first job out of college, which i was thankful for because i literally got the second thing i applied for. now i would get down on my knees and kiss the feet of someone who could make me a lousy secretary (and not in the cute, kinky, Maggie Gyllendall way). instead i'm stuck sitting at home, smoking way too many cigarettes, trolling craigslist every five minutes, watching bad cable and trying to stave off panic attacks. boy, unemployment sure ain't what i thought it would be...
:: Shericat 1:19 PM [+] :: speak
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7.11.2004
ok, obviously my dream job was just waiting for craigslist to update.
:: Shericat 11:58 AM [+] :: speak
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not much to update. the man's band played on tuesday, that was fun but more of you need to show yourselves this week. The Crapenters are playing and i hear they pretty much rock, plus some guy Paul knows who sounds like he's trying to do the whole Jeremy Jacobson thing, which should be cool.
last night we went over to Chris and Erin's for some bbq and chats, plus baby love for the new Lenick. roasted up this awesome rack of lamb from Trader Joe's. god i love that place.
i still don't have a job, and we're moving at the end of the month so i might just deal with it when we're in the new place, i dunno, it's very depressing, sending out my resume a dozen places every single day - i'm not exaggerating - and absolutely nothing. it's hard not to feel like i'm such a complete and total loser that they can just smell it in my e-mail, like i'm so awful it somehow comes through on paper. i know the truth is that any job posting is getting thousands of responses and it's pretty much a crap-shoot whether or not i'm one of the lucky few to get a call back.
now i've got these really unbelievable gas pains. i know, that's so un-girly, but i get them sometimes and they are simply horrendus, so i'm going to go curl up in a ball and watch some bad tv now.
:: Shericat 10:42 AM [+] :: speak
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7.07.2004
yesterday was fun, in a totally not-fun way. after crawling from my sleep-nest mid morning i puttered around, went to run some errands and came back to the lovely neighbors blasting their shit as usual. i figure, we're moving at the end of the month, what the fuck do i care if i make some bad blood now? so i turn on the computer, and while i'm waiting for it to boot up so i can look up the number of the local police precinct, i run down to start laundry. then i shut the door and realize i locked my stupid keys inside, great. the super wasn't around, so i started ringing everyone's doorbell to see if i could use their phone to call him, and wouldn't it just figure that the only other person home on my floor was the dj, so i go to his door and he answers it with that look on his face like he's just waiting for me ask him to turn it down, he's in total sparring stance. i told him i was locked out and then he was all nicey-nice and let me use his phone, then babbled about how he'd love to hang out but he's got to get these tracks down for this German record label that's been breathing down his neck. yes, i am soooo impressed mr. dj.
so i get back into my place, and feel a little more like maybe i could just tolerate the noise, but then he turned it up to the normal skull-vibrating volume and i figured fuck it, i am not going to be run out of this damn apartment anymore, i mean we're already leaving in large part because of them. so i called the cops, they were actually really nice about it but told me that at 4:00 in the afternoon there wasn't much they could do about it. i told them that wasn't what the NYC Noise Ordinance says, and pulled some string of bullshit out of my ass about how i have a decibel reader and the noise level in my apartment is over 60 while the city limit is 45, and i guess it worked because 15 minutes later i had cops at my door just happy as pie to go scare the shit out of the stupid neighbor. i was pretty afraid he was going to come banging down my door as soon as they left but nothing happened, other than total silence.
now this is going to sound insane, but if anyone knows anyone who wants our place let me know! really if you work during the day it's fine, they've been good about shutting it off after 6 p.m. i think i'm just a noise-sensitive freak to tell you the truth.
:: Shericat 9:21 AM [+] :: speak
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