Entries from August 1, 2005 - August 31, 2005
neighbors
what i have lost in noise, i have gained in weirdness.
so, if you've been keeping up, you know that my old neighbor AND his subwoofers moved out a few months ago. peace and quiet now reign supreme. odd behavior, however, seems to be the theme with the new folks.
the most noticeable and creepy characteristic is that sometimes they sit in their cars. outside. in the parking lot. as in, two or three separate people, sitting in two or three separate cars. with their windows down. talking to each other. i think maybe they're... smoking? loitering? staging a coup of the triplex? but why in cars? separately? outside my window?
i was leaving earlier this evening and one was sitting in a truck, the other in a car. windows down. talking to each other. i noted this and avoided eye contact because frankly, people, it's really just weird. guy in the truck started talking to me. "where ya goin'?" i glanced purposefully at the bass gig bag i was stuffing into the backseat, then back at him. "uh. practicing with a band." "oh yeah? i bet you rock it out." "i, uh... yeah. i try," wondering what universe it was that i had stepped into wherein it was perfectly normal for people to be sitting outside their apartment striking up conversations with the neighbors whilst hanging out the car window.
in other news: we're totally going to play "i can see clearly now" at our first gig.
open-ended
- via kt
bahhh-stahn
i'm on hold with someone from a company in eastern massachusetts. he is DEFINITELY a local.
mdog : u n l e a s h e d
so... do YOU get it?
[the title, that is.]
tears
side note: stephen lynch is obscenely hilarious. and i'm not using that adverb mildly. i'm pretty sure i was offended by several of his routines, but i was too busy crying and laughing to actually care. i was going to add links here, but decided if you reeeeeally want to hear him, you can google him yourself. consider yourself warned.
another side note: i received two unrelated emails tonight from a friend, one after the other. the first was titled "automatic withdrawal," and the second one, "sex book".
give it a second...
now if that isn't unintentionally and inappropriately funny, then I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS.
are you in a blog hole?
"fact: blog readers want to be entertained. ... you are like a tiny television network to them."
- from the nonist
wtf?
i had some sort of dream[s?] involving, but probably not limited to: bob costas, benny hinn, stevie wonder, and bono. and fighter jets. and some sort of emergency.
i might be on drugs.
untitled 6
more of the same tonight.
this time... for me.

open letter
how are you? it's been awhile. i've been missing you a lot lately. my own fault, of course. i'm sorry. it's like far too many of my other relationships... feeling far away and longing for their companionship, but somehow i can't be bothered to make a phone call or send a simple message. but if you think about it, no one's knocking down my door either, right? selfish but true. except i guess you're a little different. you're long past the door knock and have taken up residence inside, currently hanging out with the finger foods and wondering when the host will be coming around again. i marvel at your tenacity and steadfastness. i know i could never say this nearly enough, and i know you already know this, but thank you so much for staying with me. even when it seems the only time i call for you is when i need an emergency tray of hors d'oeuvres or something. because somehow, you always find me. and more often than not you know just which something to bring, even if it's not what i asked for, or wanted.
what's up with that, anyway?
i hate to say this, but if i'm going to come clean, i'll be perfectly honest: sometimes i can get pretty pissed at you. i just don't understand so many of the things that you do, or don't do. and i know it's none of my business, really, but GOSH would it kill you to just give a hint or two?? seriously. i know, i know: faith, perseverance, character, blah. i get it. i trust you with [for] my life, and i know you know what you're doing. i just don't always like it. but i suppose that's my problem, not yours.
you know, i hear so many people talk about you. everyone has their own ideas about the things you've said and done, and frankly, it gets confusing sometimes. it's like the largest game of telephone, ever. it seems like you've left a heckload of rules, but actually i think it's that open-endedness that's got me all tripped up. give me an inch and i'll take a mile, you know? i like order and rules and stuff... but i guess that's not really what you're going for, anyway. i should really make an effort to review all those things you wrote for me. i have a lot of questions i should probably ask you too, instead of just directing them at nothing and no one in particular. and also... maybe i should just shut up and listen.
oh... and you know that thing with the stuff and the yeah? i need some serious help with that. and pretty much everything remotely related to it. i certainly can't do it on my own.
i need You. please help me.