155x365
Why didn’t we meet when I lived in Chicago? Fate really can be cruel. I hope you know that if I still lived there, your little celibacy problem would not exist. I'm one of your biggest fans.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Yukon John
150x365
Just because your job affords you fourteen coffee breaks a day doesn’t mean ours does, too. We really don’t have time to listen to you go on and on about nothing at all. Plus, you're kinda creepy.
Just because your job affords you fourteen coffee breaks a day doesn’t mean ours does, too. We really don’t have time to listen to you go on and on about nothing at all. Plus, you're kinda creepy.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Monday, March 31, 2008
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Thursday, March 27, 2008
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Tuesday, March 18, 2008
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Friday, March 14, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
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Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Tall Mocha, No Whip
126x365
Okay, so you’re hot and you know it. Do you REALLY have to do that “sexy eyes” thing when we hand you your change? I mean, come on - you even do it to the guys. Stop it!
Okay, so you’re hot and you know it. Do you REALLY have to do that “sexy eyes” thing when we hand you your change? I mean, come on - you even do it to the guys. Stop it!
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Cowboy John
125x365
You’re crazy and you make no excuses for it. You just do your thing; a cowboy one day, a gangsta the next, a soldier after that. I just wish you wouldn’t change your costumes in our bathroom.
You’re crazy and you make no excuses for it. You just do your thing; a cowboy one day, a gangsta the next, a soldier after that. I just wish you wouldn’t change your costumes in our bathroom.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Twice in a lifetime!
Well, I *had* a photo of the event, but for some reason the memory stick on my camera shit the bed, and I lost all my photos - like, all 400-some-odd photos from the last year, and I'm feeling a little sick over that. I have NO idea how it happened. It was fine this afternoon, and I got home tonight and *poof* they were all gone.
So you'll just have to take my word for it...but I met Henry Rollins AGAIN!
He played an intimate little show in Rochester last night, and I braved the harsh elements to drive out there. Luckily I'd had the wherewithal to anticipate nasty weather and the late hour at which I'd be getting out of the show, so I booked a room and stayed the night. I was on the guest list, so I got into the show for free, but there was no backstage pass deal this time. This time I just went outside and waited by his bus with the rest of the folks willing to stand in freezing rain to meet The Man. We waited about 15 minutes, and when he exited the building, he came up to us and said, "You are all out of your fucking minds!" We laughed and he came up to each of us. I showed him the photo from the last time we met, and though he didn't remember me, he told me he was glad I could make it out. The visit this time was much more rushed, mainly due to the weather (it really was nasty - I had photos of my ice-crusted car as well, but those evaporated with the rest of them), but still he took the time to autograph my copy of A Dull Roar (see attached photo taken post-memory stick-crash) and pose for a photo (which was one of the ones lost in said crash). I'm consoling myself over the loss of the photo by reminding myself how awful I looked in it. Ha.
Anyway, in light of this awesome event, I'm dedicating today's x365 to Henry!
So you'll just have to take my word for it...but I met Henry Rollins AGAIN!
He played an intimate little show in Rochester last night, and I braved the harsh elements to drive out there. Luckily I'd had the wherewithal to anticipate nasty weather and the late hour at which I'd be getting out of the show, so I booked a room and stayed the night. I was on the guest list, so I got into the show for free, but there was no backstage pass deal this time. This time I just went outside and waited by his bus with the rest of the folks willing to stand in freezing rain to meet The Man. We waited about 15 minutes, and when he exited the building, he came up to us and said, "You are all out of your fucking minds!" We laughed and he came up to each of us. I showed him the photo from the last time we met, and though he didn't remember me, he told me he was glad I could make it out. The visit this time was much more rushed, mainly due to the weather (it really was nasty - I had photos of my ice-crusted car as well, but those evaporated with the rest of them), but still he took the time to autograph my copy of A Dull Roar (see attached photo taken post-memory stick-crash) and pose for a photo (which was one of the ones lost in said crash). I'm consoling myself over the loss of the photo by reminding myself how awful I looked in it. Ha.
Anyway, in light of this awesome event, I'm dedicating today's x365 to Henry!
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Michael W.
111x365
I was never quite sure if you had a crush on me or if I was just that intimidating, but you always seemed so nervous around me, with that weird giggle and those sweat beads on your forehead.
I was never quite sure if you had a crush on me or if I was just that intimidating, but you always seemed so nervous around me, with that weird giggle and those sweat beads on your forehead.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Michael J.
108x365
"Stinky stinky stinky, pew pew pew!" God we laughed so hard about that. I thought you were cute and funny, and I wished you hadn't had all those damn kids. I would have hit on you otherwise.
"Stinky stinky stinky, pew pew pew!" God we laughed so hard about that. I thought you were cute and funny, and I wished you hadn't had all those damn kids. I would have hit on you otherwise.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
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Saturday, February 16, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
"Special" Girl
98x365
When you first started coming in I thought, "Wow! How cool! That girl is so independent! Good for her!" But then you were rude to me and now I think, "Wow! That girl is a real bitch!"
When you first started coming in I thought, "Wow! How cool! That girl is so independent! Good for her!" But then you were rude to me and now I think, "Wow! That girl is a real bitch!"
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Dancing Roberto
97x365
You dance to whatever's on your headphones, but sometimes I think you're dancing to whatever's in your head. I saw you buying 80's tapes at Goodwill once. You make me smile because you always look so happy.
You dance to whatever's on your headphones, but sometimes I think you're dancing to whatever's in your head. I saw you buying 80's tapes at Goodwill once. You make me smile because you always look so happy.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Friday, February 01, 2008
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Christopher
87x365
D’oh, heh? C is for laap! Who baynest! Beud about little Hejnu! Condolums! Famlums! Mmnnnyeeesss! It’s a testament to our friendship that we have entire conversations consisting of noises, yet understand each other perfectly. I love you.
D’oh, heh? C is for laap! Who baynest! Beud about little Hejnu! Condolums! Famlums! Mmnnnyeeesss! It’s a testament to our friendship that we have entire conversations consisting of noises, yet understand each other perfectly. I love you.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Aunt Margaret
80x365
You saw the truth, and your love and caring have meant so much. Thank you for being the kindest person I know. Also, your patience with #79 is amazing. You should just tell her to simmer down.
You saw the truth, and your love and caring have meant so much. Thank you for being the kindest person I know. Also, your patience with #79 is amazing. You should just tell her to simmer down.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Wild Man Dave
76x365
You let me sit in the cab of a semi you were working on once. I only met you a few times, but I thought you were cool. I sometimes wish you were still dating my mom.
You let me sit in the cab of a semi you were working on once. I only met you a few times, but I thought you were cool. I sometimes wish you were still dating my mom.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Pittsburgh Dave
72x365
You probably had no idea that I called you “Amazing Dave.” That’s okay, because by the last time I saw you, I didn’t think you were so amazing. In fact you annoyed the shit out of me.
You probably had no idea that I called you “Amazing Dave.” That’s okay, because by the last time I saw you, I didn’t think you were so amazing. In fact you annoyed the shit out of me.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Monday, January 07, 2008
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Love is all around us...and it f***ing sucks!
Caution: Relatively profane post. You have been warned.
So much for this being my Best Year Ever. It's done nothing but suck since the stroke of midnight on January 1st. Seriously, what is wrong with people? What is wrong with me?
Next month is February. February means Valentine's Day. Fuck that shit. Every year I put together the "Single Girls' Night Out" on V-Day where I get a bunch of single girl friends together and we go out and do something fun. One year it was dinner, drinks, and karaoke. One year it was just dinner. Last year it was improv comedy. I will be doing it again this year, for its fourth annual occasion. And while thinking about what to do this year, I started feeling a little pissy. Why is it that FOUR YEARS in a row now I've had to do this? And even before the Single Girls' Night Out inception, Valentine's Day held very little water. The year before I started doing it I was involved in a shaky long-distance thing. The year before that I was single. The year before that I was single. And the year before that...I was single. In fact I haven't had an actual Valentine since 2001 (Hi Tim, I know you're reading this - see? I remembered). So, with the exception of one lousy/questionable year in 2004 when I didn't even get a phone call so I'm not even sure whether to count it or not, it's been SEVEN years since I've had anyone "special" to celebrate Valentine's Day with.
Okay, say what you want about the commercialization and Hallmarked bastardization of the holiday, but you have to remember that I am a romantic. And a hopeless one at that. I cry at weddings of people I don't even know. I cry at sappy movies. I cry at church. I cry at fucking theatre curtain calls, fercripessake. I'm very easily emotionally overwhelmed, and I'm a little fragile at times.
It's getting harder and harder, though, to not be bitter and barmy, full of venom and bile as I walk through the stores and am bombarded with stupid red and pink lacy displays, and the word "love" thrown into my path in 4-foot high letters. It's getting more and more pitiful each time I throw down ten bucks for another bouquet of Gerberas for myself. Every movie I watch with just my cats for company brings me down a little more. With every card I think of buying my mom, I feel more and more the loser I have become.
I KNOW that I have to stop looking for it. I KNOW that I have to leave it up to fate and stop manipulating situations in my favor only to be crushed when they don't work out. But, shit...how much of this crap do I have to wade through before I find that gem, that ONE good person who's in the same place as I am? I hadn't been actively looking until recently, and then I finally had my life in a place where I was ready to share it with someone, and it's just not happening.
*sigh*
I used to really like being single. Now...not so much. This sucks. And I wish every store in the world would burn down between now and Valentine's Day. St. Pat's Day never looked so good.
So much for this being my Best Year Ever. It's done nothing but suck since the stroke of midnight on January 1st. Seriously, what is wrong with people? What is wrong with me?
Next month is February. February means Valentine's Day. Fuck that shit. Every year I put together the "Single Girls' Night Out" on V-Day where I get a bunch of single girl friends together and we go out and do something fun. One year it was dinner, drinks, and karaoke. One year it was just dinner. Last year it was improv comedy. I will be doing it again this year, for its fourth annual occasion. And while thinking about what to do this year, I started feeling a little pissy. Why is it that FOUR YEARS in a row now I've had to do this? And even before the Single Girls' Night Out inception, Valentine's Day held very little water. The year before I started doing it I was involved in a shaky long-distance thing. The year before that I was single. The year before that I was single. And the year before that...I was single. In fact I haven't had an actual Valentine since 2001 (Hi Tim, I know you're reading this - see? I remembered). So, with the exception of one lousy/questionable year in 2004 when I didn't even get a phone call so I'm not even sure whether to count it or not, it's been SEVEN years since I've had anyone "special" to celebrate Valentine's Day with.
Okay, say what you want about the commercialization and Hallmarked bastardization of the holiday, but you have to remember that I am a romantic. And a hopeless one at that. I cry at weddings of people I don't even know. I cry at sappy movies. I cry at church. I cry at fucking theatre curtain calls, fercripessake. I'm very easily emotionally overwhelmed, and I'm a little fragile at times.
It's getting harder and harder, though, to not be bitter and barmy, full of venom and bile as I walk through the stores and am bombarded with stupid red and pink lacy displays, and the word "love" thrown into my path in 4-foot high letters. It's getting more and more pitiful each time I throw down ten bucks for another bouquet of Gerberas for myself. Every movie I watch with just my cats for company brings me down a little more. With every card I think of buying my mom, I feel more and more the loser I have become.
I KNOW that I have to stop looking for it. I KNOW that I have to leave it up to fate and stop manipulating situations in my favor only to be crushed when they don't work out. But, shit...how much of this crap do I have to wade through before I find that gem, that ONE good person who's in the same place as I am? I hadn't been actively looking until recently, and then I finally had my life in a place where I was ready to share it with someone, and it's just not happening.
*sigh*
I used to really like being single. Now...not so much. This sucks. And I wish every store in the world would burn down between now and Valentine's Day. St. Pat's Day never looked so good.
Gramma Olive
62x365
The only memory I really have of you is that you lived inCanada and had one leg. I was six when you died. I wanted to go to the funeral, but my mom wouldn’t take me.
The only memory I really have of you is that you lived in
Friday, January 04, 2008
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