Entitled: i'm sick, what else is new?



diary

Yes, this is a real conversation bateman and i are having while he’s two rooms over:
amalthea23 (2:12:43 AM): it's madness to me
Bateman (2:12:54 AM): beyawwww
amalthea23 (2:13:04 AM): COME on, are you smops?
amalthea23 (2:13:16 AM): are you chicken to be smops?
amalthea23 (2:13:27 AM): chee chaw! chee chaw!
Bateman (2:13:32 AM): coke-a
amalthea23 (2:13:37 AM): chee chaw!

out of context, we’re insane. in context? we just really like arrested development. Gob is a god, he really is.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


i’m utterly ill. i’m actually glad i have an appointment with the pulmonologist on wednesday. it seemed stupid right up until yesterday when it suddenly became a swell idea. i even had to cancel the dentist for tomorrow. hopefully this temporary tooth survives a week longer.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


so the writing group? yeah, we quit. or, i quit and bateman came with me. we went to the second meeting and everyone was sick or had a tragedy so it was just the two founders there and bateman and me and the one lady says “oh, we have a charter, we forgot to tell you.” so i asked what it was, thinking it was a code of conduct sort of thing, a sort of “when someone is reading, wait until they’re done before you blah blah” sort of thing. oh, but no. that’s not what it was at all! it was “we’d like to elevate literature above sex and violence.” and pardon me, but what the fuck does that mean? since when has there ever been literature without either of those things? i asked them, what about the bible? and they sort of side stepped that and said that “most classic literature” didn’t have those things. i listed many many classics that not only have those things, but got their creators tossed in prisons and harrangued and they asked me “well, how far would you go? do you have limits?” and i told them, i’d go as far as was necessary in the story. so they asked me how much i’d be willing to censor myself, and that was the point at which i realized, wow, holy shit, i have to quit this group!
so i did. i packed up my laptop, wished them good luck, and left with bateman in tow (he’s so quiet at these outings, it’s unnerving.) and now i sort of have no writer’s group! but i vaguely do, because in a fit of upset i decided to make my own group and so hopefully we’ll have a meeting here in a week or so.
so yeah, another one bites the dust. amazing.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


speaking of which, now FIVE people have said they’re taking the apartment and then disappeared. tomorrow i think i’m going to call the fifth one and take out my fury on him. it’s not his fault he’s getting 4 extra people’s worth of fury, but, that’s the chance you take when you behave like a douche, eh?

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


i’m despising the fact that it gets really really cold out now. misreably cold. tomorrow or soon anyway, i have to unplant my elephant’s ear and rinse it and let it dry out so i can store it for the winter. all of my other delicate plants are inside already. i repotted my parsley and it seems happier for it. i’m not sure if i should have repotted my chives and my shell plant. i can’t find info for that online. i don’t want ginormous pots in the window either. i wish i had another window to work with. i think when we re-do the bathroom, we’ll put in a greenhouse window. plants are nice in a bathroom, so says i.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


bateman says 6 minutes. thank jebus.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


i really have a craving to watch boogie nights. what is up with that?

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn


do me a favor. click that link down there and visit my store! it’s halloween and people should be spreading the word on it. heidianne did and look how joyful she is in the gallery!

TuNe In NeXt TiMe, SaMe Bat PlAcE, sAmE bAt PaGe...



atmosphere: lateish

i'm feeling: sick sick sick

i learned: that my new neighbor looks like aileen wournos

Submitted On: Tuesday, Oct. 03, 2006 2:46 am

0 comments on this?

...