Thursday, January 31, 2008

1280

How come it's so cold in LA right now?

1279

Valentine's Day cards with prefabricated poetry. It's the one day a year we should at least be able to squeeze out an original haiku for our lover, right? They should all be blank cards, and made of velvet and lace and ribbons and feathers. And hand made, while I'm at it.

1278

When people hurt my friends.

1277

Expired canned goods. I had no idea I had been carting around cans of inedible crapitude for one or even two previous moving cycles.

1276

My cat is suspicious of the box situation and is clearly displeased with me.

1275

Paying some jokers to manage the office server and it crashing once a year when it gets too full. So what does their "maintenance and dignostic fee" actually go towards every month? Can't they maybe see the memory is almost full and provide a solution before the whole thing crashes?

1274

Having to remove 6 door hinges and work a tire iron to remove said locked doors and flip the godammned breaker.

1273

Having the power go out at work and finding the doors to the breaker box mysteriously locked.

1272

Having your system flushed out, painfully and audibly, by kale, for a good twenty minutes during a dinner party.

1271

Being served kale for the first time in your life at an intimate dinner gathering and then being told "...some people use it to flush their systems out. You know, as a cleanser."

1270

That the media is so in love with John McCain despite his checkered past and bad ideas.

1,269

Not knowing if you're doing something positive or negative for your body.

1,268

Absolutely EVERYTHING you do to your body, positive or negative, has a consequence.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

1,267

Just overheard in the office: "I like to keep them separated. I'll go with my wife to a ballet, and I'll go with my wife to a play, but I won't go to a musical." #*%&($#*&%(@&#!

Monday, January 28, 2008

1,266

Popcorn in your cleavage.

1,265

The "Loft" trend.

1,264

That most property owners in Los Angeles seem to think a stainless steel appliance justifies a $400 - $500/month rental hike.

1,263

Getting an email forward from a family member about making sure not to elect a Pro-Choice president and endorsing Huckabee, Romney, and McCain. Guhghghghhg.

1,262

Keeping the faith. Fuck this shit.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

1261

Looming pauperdom.

1260

Having to wonder how much deposit I'll get back, as multiple things have crumbled in this place. Not my fault the landlo' used unsealed plastic pipes under the sink, installed floor base so cheap it is seperating from the walls of its own accord, and used bargain basement window whose locks fall off if you look at them funny.

1259

Invisible, yet very wet puddles.

1258

Cleaning upholstery. Can't it be made a bit easier than a backbreaking hose attachment that covers 3" of material at a shot. Can't that Dyson guy do something about this?

1257

Being unable to make plans to see friends.

1256

Scratched DVD's.

1255

My orchid died.

1254

Cheap tape guns. I'm gonna throw it through a window.

1253

A wet cardboard box. What can be more sad than that?

1252

Contracting a cold from said watery moving experience.

1251

Moving a washer and dryer in a rainstorm because of someone's obstinacy, other than your own.

1250

The wheezing that engulfs me everytime I move. Why can't I dust more regularly?

Friday, January 25, 2008

1,247

That I think this is 1,249.

1,246

Still identifying completely with the people in those sinus pressure commercials.

1,245

The archetypical Los Angeles Landlord.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

1,244

The fact that every, single thing in your line of sight at all times is the likely result of an unnecessary meeting.
And that someone was very bored during it.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

1,243

Arrogant Marlboro Man co-worker, upon learning Heath Ledger was dead, laughing and exclaiming in oh-so-hilarious fashion, "get your Joker products now!"

Friday, January 18, 2008

1,242

Identifying completely with the people in those sinus pressure commercials.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

1,241

Dad having heart attack.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

1,240

Future of job uncertain...again.

1,239

Never should have watched all those conspiracy movies. Am now paranoid again.

1,238

As soon as I start working again after break, my back is already on the road to total pain domination.

1,237

Letting it get to me.

1,236

Being constantly horrified by one's own face.

Friday, January 11, 2008

1,235

I am my own biggest impediment.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

1,234

12:34.

1,233

The "Straight-Talk Express."

1,232

Especially when those movie characters are animals.

1,231

Movie posters featuring characters who look directly at you, smugly, over the rims of their sunglasses.

1,230

Feeling reduced.

1,229

Greed + Stupidity = Train Wreck

1,228

Stop it. Just stop whatever is making you act like an asshole. Just stop it.

Monday, January 7, 2008

1,227

"Yeah, we can't look at it today. Bring it in first thing in the morning."

1,226

That there are upwards of 90 Ultimate Fighting Championship compilation DVDs floating around and apparently many people wanting to view them.

1,225

As well as those interested in "Bare-Knuckle Brawls" the DVD. (Vs. IV)

1,224

Trying to relate to people talking about the all new American Gladiator.

Friday, January 4, 2008

1,223

Missing everyone so much and wishing I could go right back, in spite of all the bs.

1,222

Not being able to spend enough time with the people I love hanging out with most.

1,221

The absolute inevitable Albuquerque Head Cold that happens every time I visit.

1,220

Kids with way too much sugar and not enough sleep, discipline, or boundaries.

1,219

Teaching people how to do something on their computer ten times, even WRITING IT DOWN, and the second we're gone...*poof*

1,218

Spending a good 40% of the trip fixing everyones' computers. Hours and hours and hours.

1,217

Complaining about people who love you so much they'd do almost anything for you.

1,216

Older people are obsessed with minuscule changes in the weather.

1,215

Cheerfully sitting through a 25-minute monologue about orthopedic foot inserts and heel spurs.

1,214

Having to sit through a militant Christian freaking out that the game Taboo had a card in it in which the clue was "P0rn0graphy."

1,213

Having to deal with a 12-year-old in army fatigues telling my vegetarian, animal-loving friend in gory detail about all the bucks he's shot in the head.

1,212

Never knowing what you're going to say that might step on someone's religious toes.

1,211

Christian school teaching my niece and nephews TONS about the bible and practically NOTHING about anything else practical.

1,210

The kids' school marking His Dark Materials books off of their Scholastic book lists so they can't buy them.

1,209

The kids not being allowed to see The Golden Compass because their school had a special assembly about it that it's from The Devil.

1,208

You did WHAT with $8,000 and a biscotti company?

1,207

I swear to god: real, honest-to-christ human remains in my dad's office.

1,206

This person hates that person, and this person can't stand to be around that person, because of wrongs from 30 years ago.

1,205

What can only be described as Albuquerque Lethargy, or the sapping of your essential life force that takes place at a slow and insidious rate.

1,204

Moriarity. End of story.

1,203

"They only recycle black and white newspapers. You can't recycle anything else here."

1,202

No one in the entire freakin' city of Albuquerque seems to know how to recycle, nor do they care. EVERYTHING goes into the trash.

1,201

No usable washcloths in my dad's house.

1,200

Albuquerque...seriously, what's up with that? My face hates you.

1,199

My god, my god, why hath thou forsaken my freakin' face?

1,198

Massive, worst pizza face of my entire life, ever.

1,197

Make that three days.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

1,196

Having "Come On Eileen" stuck in my head

...

for two days.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

1,195

The last sentence says it all.

1,194

The Return of the Ghost of the Son of the "Phantom Creepies."