The muppets sang a song about this.

Stewart's (and my) friend heather left last night for the discernible future. She's going to be the master electrician at some CC in sunny California. We had dinner in Noho (Served by the snootiest waitress ever) and went our separate ways. I'm sick of this people moving away bullshit. But I guess it gives me an excuse to travel.

Segue, I reserved Stewart and my hotel room for next month. It's cute and in a B&B (his idea). There's a huge tub in the bathroom. It's within walking distance of St. Catherine's and La Popessa. I'm slightly leery of the destination, being that we both have some history in the city. We'll suck it up.

In a fit of nostalgia, and by nostalgia I mean looking on myspace, I decided I miss my old friends. And I don't mean people with whom I used to be friends and am not any longer, but the people with whom I lost touch through the move and custody disputes and sundry other reasons. This list essentially boils down to the funegrams and Boucher and the younger Venzia clan. And a couple other people.

Oh, to be lost forever.

I've been sort of cruising a plane of consistency lately.

Important notes.

Stewart and I went to Lee for a few days and stayed in a condo with a large tub and no internet. We saw the Girls Gone Wild bus in a parking lot of a motel right off the turnpike exit. It was hilarious. There were a gaggle of Yadudes Searching a grassy knoll with their cellphones for flashlights for something small enough to blend in with the earth, but not shiny enough to reflect LCD light. There was a couple standing in front of the bus having a fight. Apparently they were headed to a club in Chicopee.

We explored the mostly nonexistent downtown, went to the outlets and made dinner. We ate all home meals on the back porch I was mostly in my underwear, which is how I prefer to be anyways. We had some of a bottle of Shiraz and spent lots of time relaxing. It was a fun time. We enjoyed ourselves.


Work is great. I'm completely trained in one of the house and am being trained in the second. So far, I like 95% of the staff and all of the guys in the houses. I am getting a little frustrated with people outside the program. I want to hit every well intentioned idiot I run into. Yes, these people are retarded, but sometimes there are greater forces at work. Like the store sample lady who tried to give the man with diabetes and a swallowing disorder (he can't eat solid foods) cookies. And when we said no thank you, she handed them to him and said, "oh, no. He can have some." And it's like no...he can't. And if he weren't retarded, you'd have taken no for an answer. And it get much worse with these people, but not within the bounds of what I can actually discuss.


My birthday was last friday. I called in a PL day to work. Went to visit Michele and the new baby. Ella was so cute. Cinnamon and her kids were there. It was a nice time. Ella identifies Stewart in pictures (as Dewartt!) so cute. Stewart and I met up at the mall and ran into Celine. It was odd because I was thinking of calling her on the way back from the mall to see if she was available to hang out for the evening. Stewart went home to nap, etc. and Cece and I shopped. We all went to Sophia's And met Liz at the bar. Cari and Melissa Lemanske showed up. I got drunk. Jay came after work. Drew ended up being at the bar that night with his lady friend, who I almost punched in the face for getting up on Stewart. It bears mentioning that Drew's lady friend is one of the heinous exes (The one who cheated on him with a man of the same name and gets on his shit EVERY time we run into her.) Next time I'm going to berate her within an inch of slitting her wrists. It's been awhile since I had a good vent at someone.


We went out with Nate and Pojo on Tuesday night. Started at sophia's. Ended up at haven (goth night at Diva's). It was interesting. Pojo was meeting his ex girl friend. Nick and Amanda were there. Stewart and I entertained ourselves by participating in advanced people watching. Nate was pretty bored. But we did get to watch Pojo dance.... And I laughed. It was beach night and had I known, I'd have dressed for it. I got slightly intoxicated. The bartender was cute. We went to Denny's after.

Stewart's Car is dead. He intends to do car shopping tomorrow. I hope it works out for him.


I got my new laptop. I love it.

hosebeast or no?

so, the answer is no. Fight 2.1 is over. Everyone survived. I feel a little less crazy having talked to Nick, who saw the same things I did. If I get out of work in time, I will still go to pirates with everyone. And if it happens again, I will lay it down.

Day 2 in the dmr house today. Woo hoo.

if you have to pay them, they don't count.

mark it, fight the sequel. Abiding by all the rules, more action... higher body count.

Went to greg's cookout today and had a very good time for the short time we were there.

Cannot wait to go to visit Tara next weekend.

bobby

I got to go to the hospital again this weekend. It was a blast. 8 and a half hours of on and off sleeping waiting for teh dr who basically just did the same things as the last time and didn't give me much information. Stewart came with me (even though i kept telling him to go home).

So the long and short of it, we're working on number 3, but it's too small to give a name to. I have a follow up apointment next week and then we figure out what the christ is going on.

I will hopefully be starting work on monday. If my references get in.

the logical placement of it.

Yesterday was Dee's wedding (Stewart's sister.) It was a cute, sweet, short ceremony followed by a slightly roundabout drive to the reception and finally lost of dancing with the bridal party.

THe pictures will follow aas soon as i get them and scan them in (or very fast if stewart gets ALL FOUR ROLLS put on cd.) Stewart got to wear a cowboy hat and bolo tie and the dj play Pencil Think Mustache for me and stewart and i danced. His dad did the robot. Mom made me get in the extended family pictures.

I sat at the Disgruntled Misplaced Significant Others Table with Nate, his Date Becca, and my fake date, Brian (boyfriend to Sandy, a bridesmaid). Very much fun.

Stewart and I were on cake removal detail and when we got back to the house, Stewart dropped teh joke cake topper and the torso broke off the bride and the groom lost his legs. There was an arm next to my foot when i tried to look to see where everything had gone. I just went through a series of walmarts trying to replace it. I was successful...as always.

mark it.

Stewart and I had our first fight on thursday. And to the shock and awe of poele who know me, there was no yelling, no throwing and no hitting. Not even any crying (I cry when I'm angry).

So, it's an opressive landmark that i'm glad has past. And I'm glad there was no yelling.

The make up sex was excellent.

I call my cat Fucker.

Occasionally, I get irritable.

And lately, there have been a couple things that are just grating on my nerves, the foremost of them being the Tag Sale. It's Sunday morning. I've been up since 730. I was up yesterday (Saturday) at 730. I spent all morning yesterday hauling heavy shit in the muggy weather while dealing with bugs. And my feet kept getting dewey and covered in crap from the ground. And Cait just sat there eating Pizza. And every time she would finish a piece, she'd get another one so she wouldn't have to help. And this left Stewart, my mother and me doing ALL the damned work. And then when it came time to close up shop yesterday, she disappeared to take a shower and leave. I am doing minimal tag sale work today.

Secondly, which is a recurring theme, is needy and demanding friends. Until recently, I had successfully cut all of those broads (and a couple of dudes) that constantly have overdramatic life crises out of my life. I am disgruntled that, through no fault of my own, I have encountered another one. And I'm stuck with her. I like her. I think she's funny. She has some good stories. But I don't like being bossed around and I especially don't like it when I have to watch it happen to other people.

finally, I don't know if Tara is alive. There is a lot of damage potential in Vegas. But that is not irritating, just worrisome. And could be easily remedied by calling her.



Tonight is Cece's Graduation Party and I'm kind of excited. And my package has still not arrived from Canada.

Sad songs and Waltzes.

1. Shute came to visit yesterday. We went to lunch at Ginger Blossom before he drove of into the noonday sun on his way to Colorado via New Jersey. He probably did hit NYC just at rush hour. But knowing him he pissed out the window and called it a trip. I am going to miss him tremendously.

2. Temping all last week gave me severe wanderlust. I'm still looking at Nashville. Getting up at 7 every morning was not so fun, but it was a dece place to work.

3. Stewart has jury duty all this week. Honestly, who would pick the ginormous neo-nazi looking fucker to be on an anti discrimination case. Some one dropped the ball on that one.

4. We drove to Seakonk on Monday to observe shute in his natural habitat. We went to providence. Hung out on Thayer street long enough for me to develop a loathing for rich kids with parent aid credit cards who do nothing but look for chococat contact cases all day... I picked up a press of talking heads and a ringo single for Cait (you're 16). We could not find an open bar, so we headed to Providence place to get lunch and survey the surroundings. Sated my fried chicken craving at popeye's. Went to a bar near Little Italy. Had Jim Beam Black shots and a lot of beers. Stopped at Shute's house for a little while. Headed home. Pictures will follow.

5. Going to see cabaret tonight. Perhaps Sophia's later.

Like a blank trying to screw a blank...

I think those blanks are filled by monkey and football respectively.

And now, The Clark Kent effect.

I wear glasses. Stewart wears glasses. Caitlin wears glasses. Tara has them but doesn't wear them. Matthew has them for reading. A lot of people have glasses, and I'm starting to think it affects out personalities.

First time I noticed it was with Stewart, who takes of his glasses every time we mess around. The best way to explain the transformation is, "Mild-mannered phone salesman by day, vicious animal by night." Without fail, it is removing the glasses that changes the attitude every time.

I was thinking about my glasses wearing habits. Glasses equal sober, comfortable and not on the prowl. When I wear my contacts, it's usually to go out drinking when there are men folk involved (I haven't put in my contacts to go out in about 7 weeks now. Funny how things change.)

And we have Matthew, who actually takes off his reading glasses to scream. Matthew, who will inevitably deny this behavior. But I know you do it, and now you'll be concious of it too.

If Tara has on her glasses, it means she's not going anywhere. Or is extremely hung over (i.e. the only time I've seen her wear them out of the house was the day after her birthday when we went to McDonald's)


So, which is the real deal on this? Quiet, sober, polite? Or raucous, rough, crazy?