Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Sunday, July 24, 2005
 
Sometimes when I am down, I don't want to hear that things will get better. Just let me be down for a bit. If there is one thing I know, things will change. And all the extra words won't change them any faster. So, to my doppelganger... my heart is with you and yours. Always.

Later.
 
Saturday, July 16, 2005
 
The minute you walked in the joint,
I could tell you were a man of distinction,
A real big spender.
Good-looking, so refined.
Say, wouldn't you like to know
what's going on in my mind.
So, let me get right to the point.
I don't pop my cork for every guy I see.
Hey Big Spender!
Spend a little time with me.

Quite unexpectedly, I have the weekend off. Mike planned and cancelled a trip to Philly. So, my friend Janice and I caught some half-price tickets at TKTS. Guess what we saw. It was fun. Slow but fun. Simplistic, not a happy ending but personally, I feel it was a good ending. Christina Applegate is very, very good. She can sing. She can dance. She can act. I love her. Ever since Kelly Bundy. Comedic talent is not rewarded enough. Or recognized enough. Christina is fabu. Did I make that clear? Definitely worth the discount tix. Later.
 
Thursday, July 14, 2005
 
This past Fourth of July, my best friend, Kelsie, her husband, and her child headed out for a BBQ at some friend's house. On the way, Kelsie convinced her husband to stop by the local Old Navy. She apparently wanted to get a head start on the holiday sales - much to the dismay of poor old John, the husband.

While John waited in the car, Kelsie ran around Old Navy grabbing all that she could. When she was ready to pay for her merchandise, she headed to the registers. She got behind the last person in line and noted that she was the sixth person in the line.

When the first four people in line moved up, she noticed that the person in front of her had not budged an inch. She thought, "He probably does not want to be up close to the person in front of him." So, she let it go. A couple of minutes later, the line had moved up again but the man in front of her had not. She cleared her throat to see if he would get the message and move up. Alas, he did not move. Against her character, she let this go.

Finally, the person who was originally in front of the gentleman was next to be called to a register. Kelsie began to clear her throat more loudly and shuffle her feet. She did everything to get the man to look up so that he would move forward in line. She looked at the clock again and noticed that it had been four minutes since she had gotten in line. She sighed loudly in hopes of getting the man to move up.

Just as she was about to tap the man on the shoulder and ask him to move forward, a Sales Clerk approached Kelsie, put his hand on her shoulder, and said, "Ma'am, that's a mannequin."

Later.
 
Friday, July 08, 2005
 
Here I am. On my one day off before a seven-day work stretch. And it is pouring like mad out there. Why does it have to be on my day off. I still may head out into the rain to buy some new sneakers. Maybe hit the gym. Maybe hit the grocery store. I just hate getting wet and carrying an umbrella.

But I do need new sneakers. And I would like to buy some new sheets for the bed.

I never dislike the rain. I still don't. It fills the reservoirs. Which is a good thing because that worries some people.

On a side note, I am visiting San Diego at the beginning of August. Bringing along the parents, the sister, and my partner. Any suggestions as to where to stay? A nice B&B centrally located would be nice. I try to avoid the major chain hotels. Or any fancy boutique ones too. Any help would be appreciated. We're taking my dad to the zoo. It's been thirty years since we last visited. Should be fun. Later.
 
Sunday, July 03, 2005
 
Music
Makes the people
Come together.
Music
Make the bourgeosie
and the rebel.

I still love her. I still get chills. Later.
 
I'm just writing down some of the things that run through my head.

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