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5.31.2005
oh, one of the greatest things to come into my life this weekend:
Smoosh!
i'm not usually one for bubble-gum pop, and i hear that in person the fact that they're babies is really disturbing, but their songs totally kick girl rock ass.
:: Shericat 2:53 PM [+] :: speak
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P.T.V.D.
post traumatic visitor disorder. yep, i've got it. just said goodbye to Rebecca, who i always get a little bummed about leaving. i don't know if our friendship would be so awesome if we ever lived near each other, but i'd like to think so. me love her.
the past three days have been a whirlwind. lots of going out and doing things, which i realized we don't really do anymore. it was supposed to be a part of our new budget to save up for the move, but it's turned into more of a we can't go out because every time we blink something in the range of $50 - $500 happens. anyway, we caught the tailend of the Tim Hawkinson exhibit at the Whiteny. it was really fucking awesome, i love art that is at once entertaining, horrifying, seductive and literally inventive. and noisy, that's fun too. we totally missed UberOrgan because we're all stupid and upon not finding it within the confines of the Whitney gave up and got a hot dog. then proceeded to walk right by the sculpture garden where they had it up because it doesn't fit in the Whitney. and still didn't know it.
we commemorated the deaths of soliders the way anyone would, by eating charred flesh and getting incredibly drunk. the weather kept threatening to turn but thankfully didn't. lots of people came and although i did a shit job as hostess it seemed like everyone had a good time. and there were exposed breasts. if that doesn't say good party then i don't know what does.
now i'm just decompressing a bit, eating a licorice pipe Morgan got for me in Chinatown and having a beer before group. i feel very rebellious.
:: Shericat 12:32 PM [+] :: speak
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5.27.2005
there is nothing like having a good friend around to make you take stock of your life. when you have the fortune of being around someone who makes it all feel easy and comfortable, like there's nothing you could do that would make them balk, you start to realize how worthless it is to keep up appearances with other people with whom you feel you're always trying. it's not like having someone good in your life should be effortless, but when they're really golden the effort, even when you feel it, just doesn't matter. i wonder why i push myself to fit into someone else's mold when i have a few of these precious connections always there to remind me of what an awesome person i am all on my own. i know it's all very Beverly Cleary of me, but that whole adolescent thing of realizing your self-confidence happens over and over again, and it never loses it's power i think. it can make you ok with really shitty things happening that you have no control over, just to know that you have people who love you unconditionally, who will let you be imperfect and stupid and akward and who will nod and smile knowingly when you've put your foot in your mouth, and in the end will make you pillows with Playboy covers from the months that you were both born. yes you, Becca-head, you are, as they say, the shit.
:: Shericat 6:20 PM [+] :: speak
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apparently the universe either hates us or just doesn't want us to leave new york. fine line there.
for the past couple of months we've been having a crapload of financials downfalls; the cat bills, the back bills, yesterday i got a $65 ticket for having expired inspection stickers, which i stupidly never checked and then had to rush to get the car inspected. that was another $40. then i asked the guy how much a whole tune-up-belts-plugs-filters shebang would cost and that's gonna be another $300. so we went out with Rebecca and ate free mexican food and watched free comedy and got free drinks made with early grey infused vodka. very yummy. this morning i was totally ready to shake off my bleeding hangover and go to the spine doctor and not let our complete and utter brokeness get to me and lo and behold, some fucker broke into the car. not only did they completely smash the hell out of the window and steal the stereo, but they made mincemeat of our dash, which will undoubtedly be the most expensive thing to replace. so not only do we now have to get a new window and plastic part for the front of the car, but we have no stereo and we've got to get an alarm because i'm sure these assholes are waiting with baited breath for us to replace it all. oh, and our insurance doesn't cover it but our rates might go up now anyway.
:: Shericat 7:56 AM [+] :: speak
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5.26.2005
everyone head on over to Hollypop!
this is a site of fabulous little totes and cute goodies made by my sister-in-law, who just so happens to be one hell of a creative genius. she's responsible not only for these cute little sewn bits, but also for the cutest damn niece in the entire world, AND the fairest stylings of Miss Mary, who you can check out on MySpace, just search for Miss Mary and you'll find her in all her balloon glory.
i hear that for a limited time you can buy her new cd off the website and get a free Miss Mary limited edition tote! i'm off to go nab mine now.
:: Shericat 8:26 AM [+] :: speak
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5.25.2005
this really cracked me up today, i don't know why. maybe because Madonna hasn't had an original thought in her entire, glamorous lifetime, and like a crow she gloms onto anything shiny and involving a cowboy hat. but enough about that.
i came across this band, and yes, you guessed it, the members of which i a) had a crush on in the eighth grade b) dated and c) had an altercation with my friend's religious zealot mother once. not necessarily in that order. they're not too shabby, i have to say. i kind of like their comeplete and total devotion to that 80's sound that a lot of other bands are trying to kind of replicate but still wear trucker's hats to keep the beat. i have no idea if that makes sense but in a word, snark snark snarkity snark. whatever, they're one of the only two bands i know who can still rock a keyboard. check 'em out.
:: Shericat 7:43 AM [+] :: speak
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5.24.2005
just a few more minutes away from the crazy cat lady
this morning i was woken up first by the cat clawing his way up one of my wrapped paintings, popping every bubble in the bubble wrap on the way up. secondly, by the two cats getting in a fight at the end of the bed. thirdly by the other cat coming back into the bedroom only to throw up, again at the end of the bed. fourthly by some freaking assholes pounding away with sledgehammers right outside our building. or maybe next to it, i'm not sure and i refuse to go outside and find out unless i have fifty screaming, rabies-infested cats to throw at the guys doing it.
this is all on top of a very poor night's sleep because my back is still in constant pain and every time i wake up from it and try to roll over to a more comfortable position, it a)doesn't work and b)wakes me up seventy times a night.
i cannot wait to get the fuck out of this hellhole of an apartment, this town. i almost want to advertise an ad for the place on craigslist saying something to the effect of "1-2 Bd. available for someone you want to get back at."
how many days until we leave again?
:: Shericat 7:29 AM [+] :: speak
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5.23.2005
ah, the back brace. it's weird, kind of like a corset except it loses any illusion of cinching my belly due to the added bulk of seventy straps that criss-cross around at strange angles and ultimately make me look like a wresteler. and i was alredy headed in the direction, sigh.
despite my injury, we hobbled our crap outside on Sat. for a stoop sale, that no one came to but we ended up making $120 off of anyway. actually, we only made $20 off the stoop sale. Morgan won $40 on a scratch card and then Steven came over from Lola's with my pay for the other night that i forgot when i crawled out of there in blinding back pain. a trickle of friends came over as the afternoon progressed, and we drank beers and sat in lawn chairs and one of the old guys from the neighborhood told us all about the silent movie house and the Nash car showroom that used to exist across the street from our apartment years ago when we was a kid. it was the perfect afternoon for spontaneous getting together and retiring to Daddy's for a couple rounds of bloody mary's before the rain hit. Morgan and Paul went off to a party/show that i sadly had to bow out of because i can't stand up for more than a few minutes at a time, and i got drunk and talked to my Heather for a while and passed out on the couch. at some point in the early morning Morgan came home and for some reason i was violently pissed off at him for waking me up and telling me to come to bed. i have a very vague memory of trying desperately to say something to him but it all came out gibberish. i apparently told the fridge all about it, then broke its door when it failed to understand me. kitchen appliances - not very good therapists in my opinion.
i'm now four adjustements in and things are looking up, but it's going to be a very long and painful road to recovery. i'm still constantly in pain, though i'm so very thankful for the ability to now sit down and stand up without taking the furniture or Morgan or any other objects within reach with me when i topple over in agony.
the very worst part of all of this is that it may be the straw that breaks my comic book making camel's back. i can't sit to do any work, and it was going to be a very close call before when i could. i'm sadly probably going to have to bow out of the Mocca convention and let someone more deserving have my table. it's really hard not to get all upset about it, and i guess it's a good thing i have other things to focus on right now, like sitting upright. SIGH.
:: Shericat 10:39 AM [+] :: speak
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5.20.2005
Morgan and Sheri's Reviews of Movies we'll never see
this week, Mindhunters
Morgan: "Don't you know it's Christain Slater? It's ALWAYS Christian Slater!"
Me: "Didn't you see Heathers???"
:: Shericat 10:30 AM [+] :: speak
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5.19.2005
Sheri Drew and the Mystery of the missing disc, part duex
one post-questionable Hasidic doctor's office later, i headed off to the offices of another chiropractor on the south side. i was instantly impressed by their clean office, with a real waiting room and papers to fill out and everything! did i mention that in the crazy Hasid's office my "paperwork" consisted of him turning over the ragged sign in sheet and scribbling down my name, age, address, and reason for being there? well anyway, a couple of x-rays, a handful of attemped bend-overs and a lot of lenghty explanations later, the verdict is i have a pinched disc. it's probably something that has been in the works for a while, and it could have been any number of things that triggered it, it just happened to hit me yesterday. so now i'm forced into an overly upright position by a very embarrassing back brace, and off the feet for a few days inbetween adjustments. i'm still in an insane amount of pain, but at least i know that it'll get better. i just can't express enough what a relief it is to find a doctor who a) knows what he's doing, b)lets you know he knows what he's doing by explaining everything in intricate detail, and c)undertands what it's like not to have insurance thus knocks the $45 adjustment fee of my bill for today.
it couldn't have come along at a worse time, but then when is a good time to fuck your back up?
:: Shericat 5:15 PM [+] :: speak
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so last night i threw my back out. i dunno, it just wasn't really working for me anymore, and i keep seeing all these new back all over the place, much more fashionable and streamlined...
seriously, i did nothing other than my usual hop across the tables at Lola's after tiptoeing across the benches to hang the chalkboard, and whoa nelly. at first it was just a little sore, difficult to get a full range of motion, so i tried doing some strethes and twisting around in a few old tai chi movements of yore, and five minutes later i'm unable to do anything but stand at a 45 degeree angle, clutching my back with one hand and any available surface with the other to get me across the cafe.
morgan, my knight in shining armor, fetched me Doan's and Acetamenaphin and Tiger Balm patches and i thought i could get through the night, but an hour later i was calmly retreating to the bathroom every five minutes to whimper like a child.
sleep brought no relief, although a few valium at least made me not care enough to be unconscious for a while, but waking up was a whole other deal. after 45 minutes of rolling this was and that, i finally gave up getting out of bed like a normal person and kind of hurtled myself off the edge, knees clutched to chest in full-on cannonball form.
after literally crawling into the living room i called morgan and told him to come hom and take me somewhere, then got on the laptop and started searching for local chiropractors. i know a lot of people think chiropractors are quacks, but i had a really good one years ago when i was in an awful car accident and i feel confident that i know what to look for in an honest-to-god doctor of the spine. the receptionist at a place on the southside was able to squeeze me in, so off we trudged to the Hasid hood and, in a word, UG*SHUDDER*
not only was the place absolutely filthy, which i could have even handled, but there wasn't really a waiting room, so the Dr. just treated people on a bed in the middle of a circle of chairs in a basement. it was like some kind of bad dream, which only got worse when he was doing the whole lift your arm and see if i can push it down thing (which by the way is a totally valid resistance exercise, that's not what made me balk), but then proceeded to take a bottle of pills, hold them against the woman's opposing shoulder, and then trying the exercise again. because we all know that proximity of cod liver oil is a completely valid form of diagnosis for spinal maladjustment. so we left. at 5 i go the chirpractor who does this crazy wichty doctor thing called x-rays. sounds fascinating.
:: Shericat 11:32 AM [+] :: speak
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5.18.2005
the other night i stayed up way past my bedtime watching this very sad movie with Sarah Polley, one of my all-time favorite actresses. i thought a lot about what i'd do if given the news that i was going to die in a few weeks, then thought about the fantasies i've entertained over the years about just that. i'd like to think i'd react in a like manner, not telling anyone thus sparing them the pain of having to anticipate it, and perserving my ability to live the rest of my short life with reckless abandonment. but i can't keep my mouth shut about anything, i'd probably tell anyone and everyone i came across in a fit of tears and beating fists.
after that i checked out her profile on imdb to see what she's got coming up, and was surprised to see a project in pre-production called Cock and Bull. i instantly thought with horror that someone was trying to do an adaptation of the amazing short stories by Will Self. turns out it's an adaptation of a very old volume by Laurence Sterne, and while i certainly think a rip off of Will Self's ditty would be alot more entertaining, i'm now wondering if Mr. Self ripped the idea off old Sterney boy?
well that's my one and only tangent away from obsessing over this totally awesome site. apartments seem to be abundant in the little hipster nook we're wanting to live. i only hope it's still so ripe for the picking in a couple of months. $800 for a 2 bedroom? wiht a deck and yard? and a parking space? and only a $500 deposit? yes, i think we can handle that.
:: Shericat 9:29 AM [+] :: speak
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5.16.2005
someone just got to my blog by googling "MEOW stupid booger". sounds like some kind of children's playsong in bizarro world. you pick your nose, dance around in a circle, then meow at it because you are, after all, a cat.
the past couple of days marked two major steps towards our impending evacuation. on Friday i booked the truck, then wrote a long blog about rental truck in nyc and finally decided it was boring and got depressed and ate peas. but you can read all about that in Friday's post. anyway, the truck is booked, and i have to say it did feel like one of the several thousand pound steel doors of life just slammed shut in my face with a giant door-shutting noise that i don't know how to express via blogging. as much as we are opening up other doors, windows, escape hatches of opportunity by moving, there are many things being cut off forever, and it's a little sad, frightening, etc.
last night after fitful emails between myself and Bonnie, the most amazing friend in all the world who wants us there just as much as we want us there, i bought a plane ticket for a two day whirlwind rush of apartment viewing in July. i'll have a little under 48 hours to find the perfect place for us, although it won't be perfect because i don't think we can afford a hot tub. yet. anyway, that was stressful. mostly becuase it costs a lot to fly to Seattle in July, and also because it's one more step towards making it a reality.
now to start ordering boxes and packing and getting rid of crap. yay, crap!
:: Shericat 9:06 AM [+] :: speak
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5.13.2005
today is a gorgeous spring day, and i don't have to work or go to the crazy doctor or anything. but instead of enjoying i'm moping around like some unemployed lovesick waif on the L word. except the waif part. in fact it's frightening how much i scare myself every time i catch a glimpse of my blimpy figure in a dark storefront window, or a mirror on display outside Dee & Dee. i don't know what to do about it. i've seriously tried everything short of diet and exercise. i tell you, it's just not fair.
when i'm down i usually want to go for ice cream or something deep-fried, like most girls, but when i'm seriously depressed i don't kid around, i go straight for the canned peas. i think it started when my girlfriend and i in highschool would sit around eating cheetos every Friday night, lamenting our perpetual single-ness and inability to get ourselves out of the house without the consent and chauffering of parents. i don't think either one of us was fat, but we did live on a diet that consisted solely of diet coke, microwavable mini pizzas and corn nuts. it was not a pretty sight. then one day her sister, who actually was overweight, went on this "French" diet of yogurt and canned vegetables. we kind of did it too, replacing our depressing midnight snacks with Dinty Moore carrots and peas. although we didn't stick to it religiously, her sister did, and completely transformed into this tall, leggy bombshell. so now whenever i'm completely melancholic i think fondly of the comfort found in stabbing soggy, room temperature excuses for vegetables with a fork and shoveling them into my mouth. i'm pretty sure they have no nutritional value whatsoever, but that also means they won't go straight to my fat ass, hips, stomach, upper arms, or chin. yay.
and now on top of everything blogger is being stupid and not publishing my picture of canned peas.
:: Shericat 12:43 PM [+] :: speak
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5.10.2005
you know it's springtime in Brooklyn when...
...every day around 3 p.m. you're sure the wife of the neighborhood guido has gone and gotten herself a 14 horsepower megaphone because you're suddenly blasted out of your seat with the loudest, harshest, most Long Island accented "HEL-LLOO!" followed by that damn cursed ice cream truck music. i don't know what it is about those tapes they play, i think they actually have them manufactured in a place that pre-warps them, so the off-key warbling is, in fact, quality controlled.
"HEL-LO!"
oop, sorry. see, i'd have to interrupt myself every five breaths to say that in order to give you the full effect. fortunatley for you, fellow readers, i'm too damn lazy to stick around for another five breaths.
"HEL-LO!"
ding, dingdingdingdingdangdingdingdang, toot toot toot! dingdingdingdingdingdingdangdangdang, woot toot toot toot!
:: Shericat 2:03 PM [+] :: speak
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5.09.2005
t minus 8 minutes until i must force myself to leave the womb of the 'puter and go work work work scribble madly. i fear i can't make it all happen in the 30 days i have left, then i remind myself that i churned it all out in five days last year. with the addition of evil dj's next door fucking me up all the time too.
maybe today i will win my $10,000.00.
:: Shericat 9:50 AM [+] :: speak
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5.07.2005
i just have to post a quick note to say that for the first time i had the unfortunate experience of viewing System of an ASS on SNL tonight. don't ask me why i bothered to watch them. ok, because i don't think it's right for me to talk shit about something without having some first-hand knowledge of it, that's why. but now i can say, as edumacated as i now am of their certain brand of tripe, they definitively suck. and not even such in the normal way, they suck way harder because not only are they trying desperately to do some kind of post-punk rock thing, but their lead singer is a direct descendant of Kenny G. if that doesn't say enough, then the fact that he stops mid-faux-rock tempo to go "Fa La La LA LAAAAA" most certainly is.
ug.
:: Shericat 10:00 PM [+] :: speak
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5.04.2005
girlHAWK
:: Shericat 9:33 PM [+] :: speak
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5.02.2005
you know, Morgan and i are pretty much as on the fence as you can be about having children. we've watched quite a few friends of ours have them, and while there's certainly an elation to the whole idea of creating some combination of selves, once the little critter springs forth it's goodbye existential musings of some amazing little person and hello projectile feces. kind of takes the edge off the beauty of it.
i bring this up because for now our children are Mugsy and Tiger, who together probably weigh as much as a toddler anyway. a few weeks ago Mugsy was limping so i took him to the vet $170 later i found out he has a touch of gum disease and needs a proper cleaning, which will be around $200. he also needed his shots, another $45, and then we got some pain meds for the limp in the hopes that it's just a sprain or something. that was another $35. of course, i then felt compelled to take Tiger in for a yearly and shots. luckily he's in good health but the visit and shots amounted to another $100. are you counting? that's about $400 i just spent on the cats in two weeks. let me tell you, our hooker allowance suffered greatly! now Mugsy's up for his cleaning, which will be about $200, but the limp is back. this was discussed as a possibility, in that the leg damage may be a bone or other hard tissue, so now we've got to add some xray's onto his teeth-cleaning visit. those run about $125 plus an additional $85 for the reading. they're charging me $85 to put xrays in a light box and tell me what i'm looking at. disgusting. so this brings our kitty tally up to about $800 for the past month. now, considering that cats probably cost a lot less to doctor than children, i cannot even fathom having to go through this with something that will cry and whine just as much as the poor kitties, but i can't stuff him or her into a carrier in the backseat. we are so becoming tiger cub foster parents.
:: Shericat 10:35 AM [+] :: speak
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