Onewetleg

The Trouble With You Is You're Right

January 31, 2006

I was messing around on the internet the other day and I found this website where you upload a photo of your face and it gives you photos of people who resemble you.
I can't remember the link for the site or where I found it, but I have this folder on my desktop with all these little photos in it.
So, here we go.

This is me. Hi. Yes, it's two years old. I still look the same accept now my hair is poofy.




I have no idea who this is. According to what I named the file his name is Trygve.


Some Indian actress named Madha. Dark eyes, dark hair, round face. I get it.


Mira Sorvino. Well, thanks. I wouldn't curse my lucky stars if I looked like her.


This chick, who's file name is 1likethischick5 or something equally descriptive.


Simone de Beauvoir. Did I spell that right? She was a novelist and existensalist.


Ah, Tori Amos. When I had long red hair, back in the 90's, people told me I looked like her all the time. I didn't know who she was until just recently and really haven't heard much of her music. I can't name one of her songs. Sorry, Tori.


Another Indian actress. This one is named Amrita. I'm sure she sings and dances.


Iris ChangAnother novelist.


Yum. John Cusack is gorgeous and just keeps getting better every year. But do I really look like him?


Enjoy.

January 29, 2006

Yes, this is a drunk post.

(All right)
Hey there, all you middle men
Throw away your fancy clothes
What are you doing out there sittin' on a fence
Get off your ass and come down here
'Cause rock 'n' roll ain't no riddle, man
To me it makes good, good sense

I saw 5 bands for ten dollars. Good. punk rock. at thee parkside.
i got in the pit fell down got picked up picked other people up. peed in the men's bathroom three times. took a taxi there and back.

We're just talkin' about the future
Forget about the past
It'll always be with us
It's never gonna die, never gonna die

Went to the pub and played pool badly. had a fat, free burger (wink). I fed most of it to a dog. co worker #1 and #2 showed up this week. They got to see me at my best. lala. #1 called me about an hour ago to see if i made it home.

Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll it will survive

Yes it will.

It was a good weekend. I danced. Hard.

Rock 'n' roll ain't no pollution
Rock 'n' roll it'll never die

I've got halvah and you don't.

January 27, 2006

Do Your Taxes Free In 45 Minutes!

DO YOUR TAXES IN 45 MINUTES FREE!!

It took me 45 minutes to do my taxes for free and that includes the time I spent on the phone with the IRS.
I won't tell you which tax site I used just go to irs.gov and they will point you to a site.
Here's my advice to you on getting your taxes done quickly.
1. Have all of your papers ready, W-2s Social, Security card, bank numbers, Zig-Zag.
2. Don't have any kids or property and only have one job for over a year.
3. Make less than 50,000 a year and be under 51 and not in the military.
4. Don't have any other income to declare or own any vehicle.
5. Bring a pen, that helps a lot. Maybe some paper to write on, but the W-2 comes in a big envelope, so use that.
6. Get a bottle of wine. Don't drink it while you are doing the taxes, you'll need it when you're done. (Wine is optional)
. Pick a free tax site you like from that website I mentioned above. I picked mine because I like the color of the website. You choose yours however you like, thats none of my business.

I had to call the IRS because I needed my AGI for 2005. The operator was very nice and I got my AGI very quickly, thanked the operator and said "I love doing my taxes."
She laughed and said, "Wow, we don't hear that very much!" then she said happy new year or something, I hung up. I need to get my taxes done. The sooner you get it done, the sooner it's done and over with and you can get on with your life.

Then I was done. 45 minutes flat. And it was FREE!!!

Don't try this at home. I can't be responisble for the outcome of you following my plan. This is for entertainment purposes only and other stuff.
Noboy saw me, I didn't do it, you can't prove anything.

Up in the Air

Thanks to all of you for your lovely comments and congratulations. You are right, I do deserve it. I am a winner, a mover, a shaker. An A+++++ Eb@yer

I saw an old friend from my Eviltower days and told her about it. It turns out she and I and two other Eviltower friends all live in ths neighborhood! My favorite Kurt K Karpenter, Mark the hot hippie and her, all live within a block of the space I am occupying now.
wierd. what a small town this is.

Egg yelled at my window last night and asked me to come over to his
"It's nearly clean!"
It was not. But thats ok.
The other night he was yelling at my window. I couldn't understand what he was saying.
It sounded like "Coney, do you mind if I bone?"
I responed with "I have no idea what you are asking me".
He walked away. I called him back. I asked if he wanted me to come over and he said no and ran away.
Turns out he was trying to get my permission to have sex with someone.
I told him, cheers, as long as I have the same option. I think we are...
I don't know what we are now.
I guess we are both big dorks.

I just keep thinking, egg, you messed up so bad. You could have had me and used me for years. You could have gotten thousands of dollars out of me if you had just played it right. You crazy fool.

It is 5:45 according to the newscaster, who is showing me the traffic report. I'm so glad I don't commute.

Co-worker #1's computer won't work. We think he is infected with some spyware or a virus. IT is going to give him another puter while they rebuild his. I have no idea what that means, but they had to use my computer to compare programs to try and see what programs he had that didn't match mine (which is working fine).
They were going down the list and IT calls out "the Sims". I says, "well, john won't have the sims. I only have it because i was doing some quality control on a..." trail off... no one is listening to me at this point. I couldn't get at my computer so I went and spent some quality time with my womanikin.

I am of the opinion that he got some bad spyware from a screensaver he downloaded a while back. That's what happened to Tman's computer way back when.
Kids, don't get that screen saver. It's not worth it.

Oh, I did my taxes last night. I'm getting a fat refund. Yummy yum. At one point I had to call the IRS. The operator was very nice. I told her, "I love doing my taxes" she replied, "wow, I don't hear that a lot! You must be expecting a refund".
Hell, yeah! Oh, my refund, how I love thee.

Ok, I'm off to the shower.

Great day to you!

January 23, 2006

That Much Closer

Bos came into the room and said she needed to see me for a minute.
OOK.
I hate when they say that.
She took me to an empty room and handed me a piece of paper with my new job description and said, "Congratulations, you just got promoted."
I now have the word "senior" in my job title. And I'm salaried now, too. It's a considerable raise.

WTF?

I'm still stunned.
It's not sinking in. I'm salaried. I'm still poor, but not so much so now. I'll have to wait and see my next paystub to know how much it really is.
(not so much so now? it looks funny. I'm leaving it)

Oh, what's going to happen when they find out? That I'm faking it and really have no idea what I'm doing.

Hoo boy. I think I'm having a lil old panic attack.
OK, no, I'm fine, thanks. No problem.

Of course there will be more responsibility, too. I will be in charge of more of the payment duties and handling non-paying bidders. Yay, collections. Well, I'm pretty good at that.

I will be second in charge under Bos.

I got frikken promoted ohgodohgodohgodohgod Promoted frikken got I





I know, I said that already, but hey, I got a promotion. I didn't even ask for one. Huh!

January 22, 2006

And just like that,I lost my head

He called at my window. I told him if he wanted to see me I would be at the pub after three.
I went. Co-worker #1 showed up, #2 did not even after having a little fit about not being invited last weekend.
Fat free burger and lots of free pool. Watching cartoons on the tv. Drinking drinks.
I told the bartender I had a cold and wanted a hot toddy. She didn't have a microwave, but made me one with hot tap water, rum and tuaca. also the juice of a whole lemon. It was heaven.

He never came. Regardless, or perhaps because,I had a wonderful time. I love my Sunday pub days.

Walked home at the very reasonable hour of around 6 pm.
Drink more, watch tv, pass out.
"coney" I hear out the window.
"what do you want?"
"blah blah blah."
he asked me if I was coming over later.
I said blah blah.
Later I went over to his.
It was nice, there were snuggles.
I fell asleep and woke up around ten pm. No lights. I had to pee. I was terrified that I might step on him or fall down and break something. I got up very slowly and made my blind way to the bathroom.
When I got back it was still pitch black and I said "I can't see, I am afraid I may fall down or trip on something".
He said, "shut up or get out." I chose the latter.
Feeling around for my sweater and keys in the dark. Found my shoes and split.

It's so nice to be home.
Am I really so lonely? Not really. I enjoy being alone with my thoughts. I like having time to write and read.

It was nice, the almost three days with out him. I missed him but not so much. I think I could get over him.

I know there is someone else out there for me.
I will never give up.

January 21, 2006

Third day without Egg and Retail Therapy

It was Thursday. We got in a fight in the morning because I tend to be grumpy in the morning.
I didn't talk to him all day or night Thurs. Fri night he came and yelled at my window and I ignored him. Today he's been all over my window and I keep telling him to go away.

Just now he was out there and yelled "crabby, are you coming over?"

I closed the window. He shined his laser pointer in the window for a minute but I ignored it and he went away.


Today I went shopping. Spent way too much money. I went to W@algreen's and they were out of the moisturizer I wanted so I got some other major brand that was spf 15 and oil free. I bought a bunch of other little crap. Well, not crap. Good stuff, cosmetics that I need. Ingredients for making my own toner.
Basically witchhazel, glycierin and essential oil for scent. It's cheaper that way. I don't mind spending money on things like lotion and shampoo because I can't make those. However, I can pour witchhazel, glycerin and some scent in a bottle for pennies and ounce instead of buying the same thing for dollars an ounce.

I'm doing very well on my resolution and haven't missed a session yet. I don't see any difference yet but it feels good to say I'm going to do something and then carry it out. I made up a little kit of stuff that I take to the bathroom with me. That way it's all there and I don't have to waste time gathering things or making more than one trip which is a pain.
I wish I had my own bathroom. Toilet, sink, shower, shelf, mirror. Maybe a window. That would be nice. The last place I lived, there at least was a sink and a mirror in the room.

After Wgreens I went to this new store that just opened up last week. Farmacia Remedios.

Oh, my diety of choice. This store is awesome. It's cheaper than wgreens. There were herbs and potions all over the place. I looked at everysinglething on everysingleshelf. I know security was watching me but I didn't want to miss anything good. Lots of products with spanish writing on them. Some I couldn't figure out what they were.
This is going to be my new money pit, I think.
I was good and walked right past all the candy. Bos gives us enough candy. I don't need to buy any.

Oh, but Mexican candy. Soo sweeet...

January 20, 2006

LR, I know the big photos overlap the text. Once the next entry is in they won't. It's my fault for not reducing them.

Art, The photos in the last entry were taken with the old kodak easyshare. The first digital camera I ever had. It took the best photos. I don't know why, but it did. I miss that camera a lot. The one you got me works well, but the photos are never nearly as crisp as the ones the easyshare took.

I bought two books. A Midwife's Tale and Postcards which is by Proulx, I can't remember her first name. She wrote The Shipping News which I enjoyed immensely. You never knew what was going to happen next in that book. I hope this one is as entertaining.

Words that yahoo mail spell check wants to change onewetleg to:
Ontology. The branch of metaphysics that deals with the nature of being.
Indulge. To yield to the desires and whims of, especially to an excessive degree; humor.
Eniwetok. An atoll in the Marshall islands; site of an amphibious assault in World War II; later used by the United States to test atomic bombs.
Indulger. One who indulges? Right.

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it's almost five, I have been up since two.  I have to be at work sometime before nine. 

These are all photos that were taken last year in May

Egg is mad at me because I wouldn't buy him milk

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January 19, 2006

Late new year's resolution

I thought about it for a couple of weeks now. I wanted to do something for myself, to make myself feel better, look better, something.

I decided two days ago that I am going to start a regular "beauty regime". Ugh, it feels stupid typing it. What I really mean is, I am going to wash my face twice a day (not just splash water on it in the morning but actually cleanse it with a good moisturizing cleanser), use toner, and on saturday I am going to buy some nice light moisturizer with an spf 15. I have one in mind but I'm not going to mention the name. Fine. Aveeeeeeno. Feel better?

Good, right? Easy enough. No straining, no sweating, no withdrawls.

I have also decided I'm going to start wearing eye makeup again. This one may be harder to keep. The reason behind this one is because I am always putting my fingers in my eyes and I know that's not good.
Rub, rub, rub. I really love a good eye rub.
If I have on some shadow and mascara, I will be less likely to stick old pokey in there. Also, I like the way it looks.

I am particularly (peculiarly) fond of wearing red eyeliner and shadow, so it looks sort of like I have been crying or have allergies or something. No, really. I started doing that in high-school after I got out of the feathered hair, white shoes, purple eyeshadow phase that started freshman year and lasted about three months until the first time I heard Min0r Thre@t and started shaving the sides of my head and sticking safety pins is various body parts while ripping holes in my clothes and wearing black lipstick.

My mother was so happy. peculiarly. Did I spell that right? I can't get spell check to work.

"Why do you want to make yourself ugly?"
"What's ugly to you, Mother, is beautiful to me."

Actually, I probably screamed, "leave me alone, you don't understand anything!"

End tangent.

I went to the 99c store and bought some red lip-liner, which I used once (as eye-liner) and promptly lost. They don't make red eye-liner that I have ever been able to find.
I also have this great red glitter gel lip-gloss I use on my eyes. I love the way it looks, but it's sticky and my hair gets in it.

Ok, I have an actual friend coming over and I have to take out the trash so she'll have a place to sit.
My space bar has something stuck under it. I need one of those cans of air or something.

Later

January 17, 2006

Some photos from work

These are just photos from some autions. If you'd like to see more there is a link over there----> somewhere.




Hummel. Always a good sell. This one is contemporary, new in the box.





Jerry Garcia ties. These sell amazingly well. A bunch like that will sell for a hundred, easy.





Fun with Barbie and her friends!





Just look at that! It's about 2" across and is silver, bronze and turquoise. It's a pin.







One of my nationally famous 10 pound bags of unsorted jewelry.





This is a 14K gold bracelet. Very pretty. Oh, and that is being modeled on the internationally famous Plastic Arm!







This is a pair of 7 for all mankind jeans. I get these a lot all different sizes. I only sell them if they have the micro-stitching and serial number. We hate fake jeans!

January 13, 2006

oh, hey, when did you get here?

Well, while you are here, you can check out some photos. It's been a while.

Work was good today, we got 25 posted, I did... Well, I did a lot of them.

I posted some lots of Jewelry, those sell really well. Easy to list, easy to ship, and they sell between $20 and $60. The perfect auction. I just go out to the cage, grab the bags, weigh them, phograph them, change the picture on the auction template, submit it, label it and stick it on the windowsill to wait for auction end. zip, zip, zip. NEXT!

I like posting clothes, too. I get to play dress up with the manikins. I love manikins. I can't remember if I wrote about the hand I found in the trash but if I did, just skim over this part. Or read it anyway, I'll probably tell it different.
I walked out of work, on my way home, when I see in the trash can there was a plastic arm! At first I thought it was a sex toy, I really see an alarming amount of sex toys lying in the streets.
But this was not a sex toy! This one was an arm. A PLASTIC ARM. The kind they use to model watches and bracelets, and even rings, I suppose. I grabbed it out of the filth and squealed with glee! Literally. People were staring at me.
"A ARM! Look at that! Now who would throw away a perfectly good arm! This is too good to pass up!"
I waved the arm at the crowd and ran back into work. I ran into the room with my arm and waved it at John. "Look John, an ARM! I found a frikken ARM in the trash."
Now you have to remember that, thats what we do all day, dig through trash and find treasure. John hears me yell, "HEY, LOOKA THIS THING!" a lot. He was not too impressed. We often pretend, when one of us finds something good that the other one pretends it's worthless, and then when the finder puts it down the pretender swoops on it. hehe. It's fun. We bicker a lot but it's good humored and fun. We laugh an awful lot, too. We can both take an insult pretty well and toss them back and forth across the room. Not as much when Bos is in the room. We tame it down a bit when she's there. She still looks at us funny. We are both a little, shall we say goofy, and she has a great sense of humor, but is less goofy, so she doesn't really understand us.



It's really a great atmosphere to work in. We really are a team, the four of us.
Now that we have the auction templates, it's a ho-ho-ho-whole lot faster to post an auction. Once we get our laptops, we will be able to do reasearch on the production floor and that will speed up the process, and keep us from having to lug the treasures back to the room to reasearch, then if it turns out to be not worthy, we lug it back to the floor. That is a lot of lugging and the room gets full and hard to work on pretty fast.

It's a really interesting place to work in. There is stuff every where. Just random stuff that we bring back to reasearch or just to play with for a while.
There are dolls and toys and shoes and clothes and dishes and purses and books, and jewelry and clocks and oh, jeez, just all kinds of stuff. Any where you look there is something cool to look at and the rotation is great. Keep stuff around for a week, then if it sells, ship it out and if it doesn't, send it back.
I wish I could spend a day on the production floor sorting wares. I would just have a tote next to me and keep filling it up with goodies. The production area is a huge warehouse and it's divided into loose sections, clothes, furniture, the balers, wares, electical, and shoes. All the processed and priced merchandise sit by the giant door to the loading dock and the trucks take them to the 19 individual stores.
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It's huge and I love to be out there, people are moving fast and pushing large, heavy racks and carts and forklifts are zooming around. There is stuff every where and the loading dock doors are open so it's hot in the summer and chilly in the winter.
Many of the people who work there are just there as clients and the faces change often. I spend some time every day walking around on the floor shopping for my store and talking to people. Everyone is very interested in what we do in the mysterious online store and ask us all kinds of questions. They also see us coming and run up to us with stuff they think might be valuable.

We educate the sorters and pricers to the different items we are looking for and they ask us how much the things they found sell for. There is a bulletin board in the hallway where everyone lines up for the timeclock. On this bulletin board we post color copies of eight different auctions a week so they can see how much stuff sells for and the board is very popular. They can see items that they found and brag about it. It's very popular, the board.


I'm still coughing and my chest hurts, but I don't feel as sickly as I did last night.

Oh, I saw Pulp Fiction for the first time last night. Yeah, that was a fun movie. I only cried twice. There were some very graphic scenes of drug use that bothered me just a little. The dialog was funny and the cinematograpy was clever in spots. Lots of blood and guts and I always like that. The part where Chris Walken tells the story of the watch had me rolling on the floor. Oh, and a younger Bruce Willis naked in the shower? I've never really liked any of his movies, but he was really good in the role.
I can't believe I'm writing about Mr Willis. I guess I just like bald guys. Even better if they have glasses.

I'm just rambling now, it must be time to post this. South Park is on.
Egg wanted to go out and shoot pool but I declined because my bed is just too warm to get out of it and go to a crowded bar on a Friday night.

January 12, 2006

Ugh, today.

I was trying to pay my student loan payment today and of course forgot the generated password they gave me. I clicked on the "forgot your password" button and they asked me my secret question, when I gave the secret answer the screen said my account was suspended. Ack! what? It was suspended last month because I was late in paying, my fault. I called and they gave me a new password and I used it and fine, fine. I paid the fine.
This month I was not late. So, why are you making it so hard for me to give you my money?

I found the contact number to call the outsourced helpline thing. Entered my soc#, entered my address, entered my zip code, entered my home phone number, went thru menu hell and pretty soon just started pounding keys until the automated voice finally agreed to let me talk to an operator. They answered with a heavy accent, of course. I'm all ready frustrated and now I can't understand the person who is supposed to help me. He asked for my soc#, my address, my zip code, my home phone number. Sigh. I listened to his blurb and told him that the website wouldn't let me in and was telling me I'm late in paying (which I wasn't), and he said he would generate me a NEW password and email it to me.

"Can you just give me the new password over the phone? Or how about even if I just pay over the phone, can we do that?"
"No, soory, mom, we can't do dat."
"Why not?" by now I was just feeling like being a brat. I knew why not.
"It's not in our policy."
Fine. I give him my email and he promises the new pword in 15 minutes or less.

THREE HOURS LATER

Still no email. I call again. I entered my soc#, entered my address, entered my zip code, entered my home phone number, went thru menu hell and pretty soon just started pounding keys until the automated voice finally agreed to let me talk to an operator.

When this one started asking me for my soc#, addy, zip and phone, I was really feeling like being a brat and told her she already had the info, I just entered it all in the phone, she could look at the screen and it would all be there.
"Why are you making it so hard for me to pay you? Do you think someone is going to hack into my account and illegally pay off my student loan?"

She asked for my email and told me she would send me a new password. I told her that's what the last guy said, and last month the person I talked to gave me the new pword over the phone, and could she please, pretty please, just give it to me?

She gave it to me. I knew the last guy was a liar.
I made my payment and then laid my head down on my cool, cool desk for a minute.

I feel like I'm getting a cold. Coughy and achy.
I had some hot spicy soup for dinner and took an alleve. Hope that will help.

I'm going to bed early. Tomorrow is Friday and we have Monday off. Woot!

January 10, 2006

Oh, my gods! JJ has a what?!

One of Egg's flatmates was locked out of the house the other day and while trying to climb up a ladder to the second floor to crawl in through the window, she fell, hitting her head on a stand pipe on the way down and breaking some ribs when she hit the ground.
I'm not sure of her exact age, but I'm sure she is over fifty and probably pushing sixty.

Things like this are why, even though I used to be totally against them, I think more people should have cellular phones.
There. I said it.
Some people do use them irresponsibly, and annoyingly, but if this woman had had one, she could have called someone in the flat to let her in.

I finally broke down and got one a few months ago. My landline is always plugged into this laptop and I needed another way for people to get ahold of me.
I bought the cheapest phone and the cheapest plan, no long distance, no caller id, no texting, photos, video, streaming crap or anything else. Just unlimited calls in the local area. Yep. If I ever get locked out, I can call my landlord and make him come let me in, so I don't have to fall off a damn ladder, damnit.

I'm done ranting.

January 07, 2006

I blame PG&E

They raised the price of doing laundry. What used to be 7 quarters to do a load of wash is now 8. I used to get an hour in the dryer for 4 quarters, now 5 only gave me 45 minutes. A little box of Tide is still 2 quarters and a sheet of Bounce is still 20c.
The politics of laundry. Sheesh.


I took this drag and drop geography test, which was really fun. I scored 82% with an average error of 80 miles and it took me 510 seconds to complete.

It was sunny this morning but now it's starting to cloud over and sprinkle.
After the laundry is dry, I'm going to get dressed and go for a walk. I feel strangely sad and empty today. I love Egg but he's too busy to give me what I need, which is companionship. I asked him if he wanted to hang out today and he said yes, but I don't know if I even want to, really.

Now the rain is really starting to come. It's time for the laundry to get picked up.

January 06, 2006

Frente!

Every time I think of you
I get a shot right through
Into a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine
But it's a problem I find
Living the life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
And every day my confusion grows


I know, posting song lyrics sucks, but this song has been in my head for a while.
On my Yahoo Launchcast (which I listen to all day at work and have a "fanatic" rating when it comes to me rating songs) I have mostly old school punk, and some new punk that doesn't suck. Johnny Cash is allowed to drop in once in a while because he was just as punk as fuck. (oops, well, Johnny wouldn't have minded, he dropped the f-bomb quite a bit) I have one Billy Joel song, the one about Catholic girls starting much to late, a whole bunch of the Cure, other assorted bands that, in my opinion, don't suck, and that song.

Bizzare Love Triangle by Frente!

"Why Bizzare Love Triangle by Frente!", you ask?

Well, I remember drunkenly singing it into a washing machine (the acoustics were good, shut up)with my very good friend. I had never heard the song and she taught it to me one night when we drank too much vodka and ate pot brownies.
It was the mid-nineties.
I was just really getting into the swing of my heroin habit and those good times with friends were getting fewer and farther between. Heroin doesn't like it when you see other people. She gets cranky, to say the least.

I was nearing the end of a very happy time in my life, all though I didn't know it then.

I don't know what the point of all this is, but that song, along with having a really swell memory attatched to it, reminds me of how I feel about Egg.

But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
And every day my confusion grows

January 04, 2006

A meme. Spelled backwards is emem

I found this at soul sententia

Four jobs you've had in your life:
1. Ice cream scooper (twice)
2. Changeperson in a casino
3. Phone sex operator
4. E-store posting clerk (the latest and best)

Four Movies You Could Watch Over and Over:
1. Buffalo 66
2. Resevoir Dogs
3. Christmas Story
4. Paint Your Wagon (this is a very, very incomplete list)

Four Places You've Lived:
1. Selma, Or
2. Reno, Nv (but I was concieved at Camp Pendleton, Ca [that was soul sententia's answer. the lived in part, not the concieved part])
3. Philadelphia, Pa
4. San Francisco, Ca. (another incomplete list)

Four TV shows you love to watch:
1. The Simpsons
2. South Park
3. Family Guy
4. American Dad. (this list is so incomplete, it's ridiculous)

Four websites you visit daily:
1. Diaryland
2. Ebay
3. Myspace
4. Yahoo! (gods, I'm boring)

Four of your favorite foods:
1. Tamales de pollo
2. Turkey sandwiches
3. Pringles with cottage cheese
4. Anything stuffed. Esp. anything stuffed squash.

Four albums you can't live without:
There aren't any albums I can't live with out. I love music, but, I can't break it down like that.

Four places you'd rather be:
1. San Francisco
2. My so-called boyfriend's bed
3. Any where it's fall
4. Seattle

Four words you never get tired of:
1. Queer
2. Shenanigins
3. Ramikin
4. Coney

Oh, I guess I'm done.
ugh. I wrote and entry and then my laptop got unplugged and poof all gone. That hasn't happened to me in a long time.

In a nutshell.

Bos upgraded our store and so now I have access to this feature where I can to this:


80s Art Deco Ceramic Nude Naked Lady Dancing Table Lamp


This auction has had over three hundred hits and the lamp is bid up over $36!
I'm sure it's due to the fact that the words "Naked Lady Dancing" are in the title. Uh huh. I'm not dumb, after all.
If you want to bid on this little treasure you had better hurry because it ends tomorrow night at six, pacific time.

Photos!

I call this one "Storm Ravages City". It was taken on the 30th of December as were the rest of them.



Yes, the city is torn apart by the storm. Trash cans and leaves blown everywhere. It's tragic.

This one is thumbnailed because I want to use it for wallpaper and don't want to shrink it. (1280x775 - 143 K}







San Francisco sidewalks are so steep they have to put little steps in them.



Another in the "Storm Ravages City" series



These "umbrella corpses" are everywhere. So sad.

On a lighter note,



SUPER DUPER LIMPIO!

January 03, 2006

The Blanket.

I bought this big, wonderful, magical bedspread type thing. I paid a ridiculously low price on it at a thrift store.
Leopard print fur on one side and velvet on the other, it is extremely warm and sensual to lay on or under.
When I got it I took it to egg's and the first thing I said, even before I took it out of the bag was, "this is not a gift. This is mine. I am not giving it to you."

We slept on it and under it and had wonderful snuggles and giggles in it. Then he was a booger to me so I took it home.

While he was in jail he called me and said he wanted to snug with me under the blanket. The blanket is a snuggle magnet. When you are under it you feel so good you can't be upset about anything.

Either way, I took it home with me when he was being a poo the other day and I have it layed out on my bed and I sleep on top of it. I can afford these type of luxuries, for I am rich. Rich, I tell you.

He called me last night. He was dying. Cold, in pain, lonely, sad, cold. You know, dying. He begged me to come over and to bring aspirin because he was dying and nothing but aspirin and my love could save him.

Being the good little co-dependant I am, I rushed to his side, with aspirin, knowing that if I didn't he would die and it would be all my fault.

He was about three days spun and speaking in gibberish, drooling and basically being an annoying ass. Stand by your man, right? Right.
So that's what I did. Only lying down.

You see, when you are on methadone, and you do speed, it sort of cancels out the methadone and makes you kick. Which hurts. Plus you are spun, which doesn't feel very good anyway. I will never understand what makes people think that doing speed feels good.

6am. My alarm goes off. I get up drunkenly and stagger around gathering my belongings and considering not going to work. He says, "Why don't you bring the blanket back? I don't have any and I am very cold at night and wish I had that wonderful blanket to keep me warm."
I reply, "the blanket was never a gift, only a loan and when you were mean to me, I took it home because I love it and never want to lose it."

"But, Coney, I am cold at night and I have only one very thin blanket, what shall I do with out the blanket."
"You shall freeze to death, I suppose. Or perhaps consider buying yourself another blanket."

This was a concept that was very foriegn to him. Why should he buy a blanket when he has a perfectly good woman to buy them for him?
The perfectly good woman got called a few perfectly good names for voicing such blasphemy.
"Heretic! Philistine! Heathen! Jerkface!"
I took it in stride. I'm not that co-dependant. I can still draw a line when it comes to furry blankets.

Maybe some King Solomon wisdom is in order and I should cut the blanket in half.

January 01, 2006

i feel like

my soul fell out and you stepped on it. i tried to dust the thing off and just wound up smearing it. got lint all over it with the dirty rag i tried to clean it with. stuck it back in and bent it. poked a hole in the fabric of my soul. put a patch on it but the patch tore it more. used soul cleanser. it gave me cancer of the emotions. i cut my hand on the broken pieces of my heart. tried to clip my hearts nails and cut the quick. i felt something but it was cold and slimy. i've taken 200 pictures of you and i still don't know what you look like. i got a paper cut on my brain. i tried to love you and you kicked me in the feelings. nothing means nothing. pain is the cleanser. you made me feel 16 years old. you make me feel so young. you make me feel like im wallowing in dung. you kicked me out and then called me to tell me why. shinny up a pole, asshole. slide back down and get a sliver in your nuts.
i took my bottle and my blanket and ran home. i will be sleeping on fur tonight. remember when i asked you if you wanted to do laundry tomorrow? i take it back. i will be washing my clothes alone. well, as alone as you can be in a laundromat.
none of this is real. i miss you.