So this weekend was all kinds of packed. Here's a quick run down.
1. Samhain, my new snake (oh in case you missed it, Eve is no longer with us) ate a small mouse like a champ on Friday. I was very proud of him. He's got a little more fight in him than the more slender and silvery Eve who couldn't quite hold her lunch.
2. I've been going to this amazing chiropractor for a multitude of bone/nerve ailments, including carpal tunnel and lower back issues, and this guy realigned my spine last week three times, and what do you know -- my vision is fixed. I mean, I was having this split vision weird thing happening and my eyes were getting worse and worse and he just snap! and there we have it. He also keeps a very large German Shepherd in the office which wins points from me.
3. There were way too many people on the racquetball court on Saturday. I mean, there were three of us. And none of us are especially adept. But we were all confused. There was lots of dropped balls and "oh I thought that was yours" and crashing into each other. It was good for a laugh, though not serious cardio and hand-eye conditioning. Something in the brilliant white of that solitary confinement cell, flooded with full-spectrum lights, makes us giddy.
4. I got through this whole week without a parking ticket! For real! This is the first week in 6 months I did not get a ticket. I recently figured out the street sweeping business, and then last week I get two tickets in one night -- expired resident sticker and 20 feet from an intersection. WTF??? Never heard of it. Twenty feet. Give me a freakin breack.
5. Jenn's birthday party was Saturday. (27! Oooooh!) I said I'd throw her a party, but it was at her place so I can't really take credit for it, even if I sent out the invitations. Well, I did make some food, too. I made all the healthy food that nobody ate. The pigs in blankets went like hotcakes. It was National Fat Kid Night. I swear there were at least a dozen varieties of cheese. I thought I was going to die for like two days.
I have NO PICTURES from her party, as in, not a one. I broke my camera. I am officially a complete moron and a klutz. I snapped the flash off of my Minolta and it's fully busted. So. I did bring my itsy bitsy Polaroid I-zone, took photos of everyone, and put them in the Edward Gorey address book which was her gift from me. I even got through the whole party without a cigarette, even after listening to my friend detail the fact that he was presently fucked up on liquid morphine.
6. Four days, 16 hours, 11 minutes. 93 cigarettes not smoked. $26.88 saved.
7. Do I use the word "fuck" too much?
8. I've been completely over-run with anger for the past few days. I've been fluctuating between extreme anger and bawling in my car while driving, listening to Radiohead. I've come to an enormous realization involving a paradigm shift in my perception of male/female relationships. It was an epiphany I had on Friday that completely bowled me over. I will write about it fully because it definitely deserves its own entry. But it made me pull out all the amazing love songs I could find -- all the break up, rejection love songs -- and I listened to them so carefully, and they blew my mind in ways I never could have comprehended. And then I was like, "okay, put down Pablo Honey and back away from the stereo."
So I vowed to continue my research at a later point in time. And while innocently listening to KEXP Radio Seattle this morning, Radiohead's "True Love Waits" comes on, and I'm like OKAY! Enough!
9. Speaking of music, I've got a slew of new CDs I've been rolling around in since Saturday, a few of them the result of a major raid on Jenn's kitchen. Right now I'm listening to Blonde Redhead, which I've become quite attached to over the past week. But I've acquired one album each of Broadcast, Mojave 3, Coldplay, Mogwai, Ani DiFranco, Robyn Hitchcock, Richard Ashcroft (whose album I've renamed "Dying Alone with Everybody"), random discovery of old Peter Murphy from behind the TV, Interpol . . . oooh! I also discovered that the new Underworld CD comes out next week.
I was under the impression that Underworld broke up and would leave us with only 4 albums to listen to ceaselessly for years. Funny thing about the music I've been listening to lately -- Coldplay, for instance -- I can tell they'll be the candy band I'm going to have an intense, obsessive fling with and then never listen to again. It's too catchy for its own good. I'll play it over and over until the Minidisc is rubbed raw and then discard it forever. That's just how its going to be. But right now I can't stop touching it.
And funny -- there was Mojave 3 in Jenn's car last winter and she's like, "They're really good," and I'm like, "They're fucking BORING!" And we were laughing about that this weekend because in the past I was so Manic Crack Head that I couldn't listen to anything but industrial and death metal because my attention span was that of a goldfish. From which I have obviously improved because...
10. ...I spent 3/4 of Sunday sprawled on the couch in my cozy, dark little living room, blankets pooling around me, pillows and legs akimbo, books piled up, candles, jasmine tea, my notebook, listening to Mojave 3.
I think that's my top ten news items right now. I have a ton to write about but I'm being a good little Content Developer today so I'll have to be sated with this massive, directionless brain dump with no real point other than getting it out into the world. For sure it will be filed under the "self-indulgence" portion of the site archive.
Bright Eyes Wednesday at the Roxy. Still tickets available if anyone wants to go. I'll see if I can get my camera fixed by then.
Bye, darlings. Come back soon -- I've missed you all.
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