Head Debris

[catelin]

I haven't had much coherent thought lately...mostly bits and pieces. Here's a few excerpts:

• I have now spent enough time at Home Depot that I could probably get a job there.

• I really hate the former owners of this house (Last Name= Lejava) after spending an hour cleaning suspected years-old nose blow off a bathroom vanity. Gross fuckers. I wish I knew your forwarding address so I could send it to you in an envelope.

• I am ashamed that it took me this long to realize that I have two giant magnolia trees in my backyard. They're different here, softer leaves. I look out my window every morning to hundreds of soft little buds already preparing for spring. It makes me happy to have a tree with a familiar name and so much southern meaning so close to where I lay my head.

• I can't decide what's worse, Ikea or Chucky Cheese.

• Am I the only one who looks at Perry Ferrell and cringes because he looks like a sad, twisted version of Getty Lee doing a comeback tour? I wish there were nothing but original Jane's Addiction. Why couldn't it have simply ended when I still believed they were mindblowingly cool?

• Vanilla Nut creamer is the shit.

• I got a new screwgun. That makes me way happier than it should.

See? Nothing going on in here that makes much sense. That's what happens when you spend a couple of weeks unpacking (literally) thousands of pounds of crap that you just hauled cross country.

Comments

The power of cheese...

[ragazzopazzo.livejournal.com]

Ok...you can't truly hate a place that has the word "cheese" in its name. Well...unless a place were called "Butt Cheese", and who would frequent such a place anyway? Think about it, this guy Charles likes cheese so much, he decided to make it his surname. That I can respect. I even thought about calling myself Mark Roquefort for awhile, then I decided it was a bit too posh.

Besides, at least Chucky Cheese lets you roam freely. Ikea has that track that corrals cusomers past every item of merchandise. Going in for tea lights is a real pain in the arse, since you get corralled through a bunch office furniture you can't pronounce before you get to them.

Perhaps they should start naming there furniture after cheeses. Then I wouldn't mind so much, and I might even purchase myself a cheddar chair.

Miss you, girl.

Re: The power of cheese...

[catelin.livejournal.com]

Mark Roquefort!! I think it's too funny. You MUST use that as your new msn handle. ; ) I am going to get set up with a new hotmail account so I can bug you at work. I miss you too! Even if we hardly saw each other during the day, at least I knew you were right around the corner.

Re: The power of cheese...

[ragazzopazzo.livejournal.com]

Mark Roquefort...

Also in the running was "Mark Asiago", just because it has that whole latin lover feel to it.

Roquefort won out by a nose. Get it...by a nose?

BTW - In My Third Paragraph, above: "there" should be "their." I'm a proffreading freak.

Speaking of...I got a job assisting this young lady in her Business Law class. She just needed help writing a paper. Oh dear...hiring me to do that was like unleashing the hounds. Poor girl. She will forever be haunted by the visions of me pacing back and forth talking about Contract Formation.

At least she'll get an "A."

M.R., signing off...