Archive for the 'pain' Category
Yesterday, I had coffee with an internetular associate. A sort of getting-to-know-you face time, if you will.
Fail.
The problem, you see, was that we had become internetularly associated by the vaguest of means–participating in the same chat board conversations, urm, twice, and then becoming Myspace friends, and then essentially not having any online conversation of […]
Listen, I’m not a morning person. If we’ve ever had more than ten minutes of conversation, you’ve probably guessed this.
I am not a morning person.
My body’s natural day runs from about 11 am-2 am. I am not ashamed of this. This is a fact. There is no value attached to this statement, no judgement […]
Signs you’re venturing into uncharted, war-torn, or simply really unpopular territory:
1 Comment Published by Sid September 20th, 2007 in pain, bitchery.1. You call AAA Airport One/Transline shuttle service and ask if they travel to your destination from the airport. They put you on hold, then come back and tell you to call Rapid Rover.
2. You call Rapid Rover and ask them if they go, and they tell you to call Tropiano.
3. You call Tropiano, and […]
Signs you’re a terrible, blackguard, soulless bitch.
5 Comments Published by Sid September 19th, 2007 in fashion, pain.1. Your uncle dies over the weekend and you don’t shed a tear, though you feel for your mother’s suffering.
2. You find out your mother has inadvertently donated your favorite vintage wool coat to unknown parties, and you shout “WHY!” and weep openly (though briefly) at your desk.
I’m going to Hell. At least I won’t […]
I really need to ease up off the travel.
4 Comments Published by Sid April 20th, 2007 in pain, life, travel.110 (awkward, delightful, musically talented) teenagers, 43 Peter Pan bus-traveling hours, 8 theme parks, 7 days (most a good 14 hours in duration), 5 roller coasters, 4 arguments, 3 hotel rooms, 2 verboten 375 ml bottles of hooch and one broken toe later, I’m back from Florida.
I want my bed, the last of the […]
