Random Life Blurbs

New registers getting installed at work as I type. Very high tech: no associate number to type in, it reads my fingerprint...entering the Crate-matrix. All touch screen. Step back customers, the future is now! And don't go getting me frazzled because it'll just make me screw up your order even more. Please chill out.

Meet with C4 Primary this Thursday morning. She wants to hear about my Caribbean trip. I feel like it never happened, or actually like it's a distant memory. Strange how fast one can fall back into daily habits and despair.

Lilly is running around the apartment like a crazy cat, chasing her little catnip mouse and now her shoestring.

My upstairs neighbor showers at night.

I am making Cuba Libras at my friends Brunch this Saturday. Funnily enough, they chose this brunch's theme to be Caribbean.

I don't play my Playstation 2 nearly enough or read nearly enough either. I started reading this book on the ship, but dozed off in the sun while staring at some hottie in a green bikini. My nose burned.

Gayest Idea. Ever.

And it just might work. For a week.

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Probably taste better than this foul-sounding stuff. Just give me a Guinness or a Beck's anyday.

Do yourself a favor

and put these Geraldine chaps in your player, sip some Jack neat, and bounce 'round the room with 30 of your closest friends.

Pure Athens Rawk.

Overheard in the C4 lobby

One woman talking to other woman. Her neighbor died and she had missed an appointment last week because she went to the wake and the funeral. The dead neighbor was a very sweet, helpful old lady; helped out all the neighbors, let them use her phone, remembered birthdays, made food for the sick, would listen to people when they needed to talk at 3 in the morning, etc. Only 4 people showed up to the funeral: an elderly neighbor, the "little boy from down the hall," that crack dealer next door, and this woman telling the story who said she's a stripper.

The woman said it was a crying shame no one showed up to this sweet, wonderful lady's funeral. She said "if God let her pick two moms, this lady would be her second one," she loved her so much. But, she said, even though only 4 people showed up, including a crack dealer and a stripper, it was nice to know someone loved this woman. I don't know, maybe you had to be there, but I wanted to cry.

Then I wanted to know where she stripped.

Cruise news

...will eventually follow... (maybe).

Obviously, I made it back alive. It's just that this whole, going back to work thing and feeding myself and making my own bed and it being cold out and not finding chocolate on my pillow every night and changing 3 time zones in 3 days is throwing my all out of whack (wiggity-wiggity-Wack!). Where is my Lydia, my Darvan, and my Ketut?

And if anyone knows Narcliffe Perez, I am sorry for your loss. (I hope that is spelled correctly.)

And I'll throw you a beat down, too. Don't even dream about touching mine, ya jagoff! ;-)