Entitled: Progress.



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productive times, i tell ya.
so the Attic had this really scary two or three week lull. it was, well, really scary. hits hits hits and not a buyer in sight! i don�t like that at all. particularly when i�m RIGHT on the edge of total financial annihilation because sometimes you make the big purchases when you should have waited a bit. it was causing way more tension than i thought because last night when i got three orders (and another one during the night) it seemed that a disproportionate amount of weight had been lifted. i�m shipping two packages out today (long overdue) then i�ll do two more tomorrow, and the rest after their checks clear. just when the personal money situation clears up a tiny bit, it seems like business stuff gets harder. it�s all insane. hopefully though, business will be up now and soon i�ll be working for bateman more regularly and then, mayhaps, some breathing.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


so get this, i contacted two strange girls to start a walking group, AND, we met up and walked! on the beach! for a long distance. and here�s the best part, they didn�t hate me!! i�m shocked. i honestly am. i�m at the point where i assume that any female i run into will be a one shot deal because, well, the last many many times it�s happened, that was the result. you have to be a moron to think the tenth time you hit your hand with a hammer it won�t hurt anymore, but this time? no pain! woo hoo! it�s crazy, i tells ya.
unfortunately, because i really didn�t want them to hate me, i kept any extreme weirdness/illness on the dl. i justify this by thinking that not everyone on earth lays all their cards on the table at once, nor are you supposed to, however when my bursitis kicked in during the walk, i just kind of didn�t mention that i should really move off the sand and onto the pavement so now i am beyond crippled. i am pretty much destroyed actually. i�m supposed to go again tomorrow, but i may have to tell them that i can only make sunday. that should give me some time to get this pain down to a managable level. last night, it was just hard to even sleep. still, i got my ass out, even in the cold, and onto the beach and i met two new people, local ones. for me that�s huge.
also, i got three sand dollars! how neato is that!?

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


bateman and i went to see nightwatch the other afternoon. want to be in an empty, or near empty theatre? go to a russian film with subtitles. there were 4 other people inside. it was awesome, silent, lovely. the film was really good too, actually. the russian Lord of the Rings i take it, and apparently the most successful movie ever produced in russia. what does that mean? it means it�s made 30 million dollars. that kind of boggled my mind. we produce such incredible levels of shit here and it grosses easily 3 times that. and what do we pay to make it? at least 45 million. what did they pay to make nightwatch? 5 million.
get thrifty people, seriously. we also finally got to see unleashed and i have to say that i just like jet li better than jackie chan. he�s got a whole lot more charm and he appears to be faster on top. that�s tough.
the lesson in that movie? when you�re fighting in a powder room, it�s WAY better to be short.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


ug. it�s 10:18, that�s ug enough, but also my hip is screaming, i can smell the litterbox, finally, which means i have to empty the bag, and i have stabbing at noon. i need to leave here at 1130 for that. i need to be drinking, NOW.
too much to do for only being 10am.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


i made rice a roni the other night and some got on bateman and fred while i was serving it. �she�s throwing rice at us, fred! we must be getting married!� he says. i say �who�s the wife, you or fred?� he says �fred is the BABY� and put him on his back and tickles his tummy.
they are the cutest boy and fake boy ever.

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Submitted On: Wednesday, Mar. 08, 2006 10:21 am

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