too lazy for a real update //

2003-04-30 - 4:41 p.m.


The Consummate Hipster: newbies bow to him, everyone else just stares, as he swagger down the street with
You are the Consummate Hipster. Newbies bow to
you, everyone else just stares, as you swagger
down the street with "Little Green
Bag" stuck in your head.

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ok, I guess. I don't really see it though. I'm more excited about this:

Mean lil fellow, arn't you?

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and really tough worms.

2003-04-29 - 10:52 a.m.

jesus. This is exactly what every thinking person was afraid would happen. I can't imagine what it's like to be a soldier out there right now, but I don't know if there's any justification for firing into a crowd of civilians. Bin Laden is probably doing a little dance of joy right about now, that is, if he's alive and not already atomized in some crater in Afgahnistan.

2003-04-19 - 7:50 p.m.

It's been a while, again. I've been crazy lately what with my whirlwind social life and public appearances.

I was dismissed from jury duty after two half days when my frivolous lawsuit case was settled in court. So I basically got two days off of work and I think I'll actually get a check from the city for it.

I finally did my taxes. Thanks to some clever (hopefully not too dubious) accounting on my part and a $50 Turbotax investment, I got a fairly whopping return, already directly deposited in my bank account. My bank account is normally empty or negative a few days before I get paid. I've never had any kind of savings to speak of, and I don't have a credit card. I now am presented, for the first time in my "adult" life, with what is commonly referred to as a cushion.

I quickly decided that I would save it all for a rainy day or a moving fund. But first there was this one thing I had to get. But just that, and I would save the rest.

Then, whilst tapping and mousing away under the all-seeing eye of a superior, muttering nearly audible obscenities to myself, I was struck with a realization; I could take a vacation! Not just a "visit the parents and borrow the car to visit old high school friends" trip, mind you, but a Vacation. In the nearly three years I've been out of school, I've never been able to go somewhere just for fun. This realization quickly supplanted my silly "cushion" idea, and within 24 hours I had purchased 2 plane and 1 train tickets.

So in less than 3 weeks, I'm on a flight to Berkeley. A very missed friend is meeting me to carouse in the city of incredibly steep hills and spark-shooting trolley cars. And then we are going to DRIVE to Eugene, in a car, on a beautiful road, playing really loud music. After a day or two, or three (perhaps) of relaxation, we're off to Portland for a night or two, a show or three, or whatever. And then I'm on an Amtrak to Seattle for a midnight flight to the fair, if occasionally oppressive, city that I call home.

I'm so excited it's retarded.

And then I'll save the rest. I swear it. I'll settle down and not go out as much and do some "personal work" and save for that rainy day, that impending disaster that scuttles around in my periphery.

I'll try really hard not to get any other ideas.

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