Why would I lie -- just to get by?
Jun. 18th, 2003 10:03 amI have a new user icon. Andrew from While You Were Out! I haven't quite figured out what mood of entries he represents, but right now it's in honor of my new hobby I discovered: following the career of Teresa Strasser. I found her website and turns out she has a syndicated column that isn't horrible. I mean, I certainly don't agree with everything she surmises, but she gets major bonus points for publishing a press clip of an article called Will Teresa Strasser be my fag hag?.
I love how last night it took nearly three hours to learn how to turn on my computer, make a dozen attempts to register it and get free dial-up (all of the unsuccessful), sync up my iPod, and import two albums. This morning, in fifteen minutes flat, I managed to get online, check e-mail, upload four CD's, sync my camping to-do list into my iPod, and make an off-the-cuff "Morning Mix" for the train ride. I'm not sure if the computer needed a good night's sleep or I did.
Last night was a little frustrating for lots of little reasons, including an incident that caused a nasty leash rope burn on my neck. No, not like that. Sophie decided to leap out of the car into traffic in pursuit of a neighborhood dog and when I yanked on it to keep her from getting killed by a car, it somehow got mixed up around a seat belt and other complicated twists tha basically ended wrapping around the right side of my neck. Last night while lying in bed talking, I felt it tingling and burning still and was going to ask Lowenstein for some sort of creme but I just didn't want to get out of bed.
Sophie was so ornery and annoying and bratty last night and I'm not sure who started it -- was I cranky first so she fed off of it, or did her behavior make me crankier? I thought she'd be better this morning, but then I got a call informing me that she peed on the rug, apparently in the three minutes I was in the bathroom this morning washing my face and applying deodorant. After that call, she almost seemed to know she was in the doghouse with her beloved (not me) because she was extremely docile in the car ride and then moped around the apartment while I was running around changing out my bag and such. She tried to get all resisting arrest on me by going limp when it was time to go in the crate, but I was having none of that. I think she might just be needing some attention and playtime, since I've been absent from the house a lot since Saturday night. How quickly my anger at her for behavior turns into guilt about being a good pup daddy.
Time for coffee. This morning I realized too why I maybe puked last week after drinking coffee at
dommeyourass's house -- her soymilk expired on June 3rd.
Seeing as I'm a paradox, even though I'm a bit cranky, I'm also feeling inspired by a song this morning. And if I was someone who posted song lyrics in my journal (other than just subject headers), I'd put it here, but I don't. But if I did, it would be from Talib Kweli's "Get By".
I love how last night it took nearly three hours to learn how to turn on my computer, make a dozen attempts to register it and get free dial-up (all of the unsuccessful), sync up my iPod, and import two albums. This morning, in fifteen minutes flat, I managed to get online, check e-mail, upload four CD's, sync my camping to-do list into my iPod, and make an off-the-cuff "Morning Mix" for the train ride. I'm not sure if the computer needed a good night's sleep or I did.
Last night was a little frustrating for lots of little reasons, including an incident that caused a nasty leash rope burn on my neck. No, not like that. Sophie decided to leap out of the car into traffic in pursuit of a neighborhood dog and when I yanked on it to keep her from getting killed by a car, it somehow got mixed up around a seat belt and other complicated twists tha basically ended wrapping around the right side of my neck. Last night while lying in bed talking, I felt it tingling and burning still and was going to ask Lowenstein for some sort of creme but I just didn't want to get out of bed.
Sophie was so ornery and annoying and bratty last night and I'm not sure who started it -- was I cranky first so she fed off of it, or did her behavior make me crankier? I thought she'd be better this morning, but then I got a call informing me that she peed on the rug, apparently in the three minutes I was in the bathroom this morning washing my face and applying deodorant. After that call, she almost seemed to know she was in the doghouse with her beloved (not me) because she was extremely docile in the car ride and then moped around the apartment while I was running around changing out my bag and such. She tried to get all resisting arrest on me by going limp when it was time to go in the crate, but I was having none of that. I think she might just be needing some attention and playtime, since I've been absent from the house a lot since Saturday night. How quickly my anger at her for behavior turns into guilt about being a good pup daddy.
Time for coffee. This morning I realized too why I maybe puked last week after drinking coffee at
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Seeing as I'm a paradox, even though I'm a bit cranky, I'm also feeling inspired by a song this morning. And if I was someone who posted song lyrics in my journal (other than just subject headers), I'd put it here, but I don't. But if I did, it would be from Talib Kweli's "Get By".