so when i said “C U Next Tuesday” over a week ago i didn’t mean it literally, i was just trying to avoid overusing my potty mouth. but in fact i did not see my books until next Tuesday, ugh. but it was nice, it only took me sicking Terrence on UPS and Amazon.com to get them in my possession. two day shipping means nothing to these people. but at least i have my books and am now a happy camper.
so i ordered a new camera through them on Monday night… i wonder how long those two days will be.
having a live in CD addict is a blessing. especially when he brings home things i can’t find for downloading… gotta love that boy. so July 11th was nice to us. i guess i might be speaking too son because i haven’t actually finished all of the new CD’s but i feel confident in my joy.
James Figurine’s “Mistake Mistake Mistake Mistake” is boooooring. a handful of tracks are a good time but overall i just wanted to hit the skip button. Jimmy Tamborello should stick to what he’s already got and stop trying to be musically greedy. Figurine is a great band, The Postal Service is amazing… but Dntel is mediocre and this is just dull. don’t disgrace the good name Figurine… stop trying to be everywhere and just produce more of what we want. i’ve been waiting for a new Postal Service album for 3 years now and will continue to wait one more thanks to the push back, and i’ve been waiting for a Figurine album since 2002… get to work Jimmy…. quit dilly dallying!
Sufjan Stevens’ “The Avalanche: Outtakes and Extras from the Illiois Album” is fantastic. no doubt about it, sure it has it’s lulls but it’s just a pleasure to me all and all. every last one of those Chicago versions are awesome, but what would you expect from an already amazing track. it was good to me this morning on my commute and throughout my breakfast. thank you Sufjan.
Cursive’s “Dorothy At Forty” single, i didn’t get it yet. but the single is a smashing time and it comes with two non album tracks… all signs of a must buy for me. but i will buy it another time because i’m lazy and i’ll wait until the album comes out to get both. oh, Cursive is so cool.
Thom Yorke’s “The Eraser”… i haven’t gotten to it yet. but i have no doubt in my mind that it’s be swell. i haven’t been in the mood for Thom today, maybe later.
Tuesday is the best holiday a girl could ask for.
ok, now i’m pissed. does next day delivery stand for nothing?! i got up to my doorstep today excited for my books and still nothing. so i log onto my amazon account and tracked my package, UPS claims to have come by Monday, Tuesday and today… i was home both Monday and Tuesday sitting in my livingroom waiting for UPS and never heard a peep. and if UPS did in fact come where are the little post it notes they put on the door that say “Sorry we missed you”?!
i’m angry. they’re full of shit.
and since when do i have to sign for an amazon package, i’ve never signed for an amazon package. i spit on UPS!
on the bright side of my day, i made the 6:40am boat today… went up to the Hurricane Deck and every single row of seats had a sleeping man in it… weird. i went downstairs to the bottom and it was jam packed… on second thought i don’t like the 6:40 boat. but i did get to have breakfast before work thanks to it.
on the way home i snagged the 4:20pm and got home early enough to sit with Dutch during the storm so he wouldn’t freak out. i like catching the 4:20, it makes me feel squishy inside.
i’m going to kill UPS. or at lease sick Terrence on them.
especially mine.
so i’ve seen Cursive live before and i already know for a fact that they’re fantastic at it… but last night was different. it was different because the last time i saw them they were a band of five… but alas Greta Cohn, that adorable cellist of theirs left the band to pursuit her solo career. i knew this would affect their newest release but i wanted to see how much it affected their live performance. of course they’d have a fill in but that vibe of family is missing when you have filler. so my curiosity made me have to see the new act and trust me it was nothing shy of amazing. i was even afraid to sing along, i thought if i did i might miss something. Read the rest of this entry
with Catcher in the Rye still poking at my sides from within my bag i made my way back to the torture chamber. not that it mattered that i had JD with me, i was completely catatonic on my way to work. previous nights events left me in shock until i saw Tipsy’s sweet teacup face.
i was in a daze on the way to work.
i cried in front of coworkers and hid in the bathroom until i felt semi normal.
i wasn’t put to work with the dogs that morning for my lack of concentration. but after a brief girl talk session with a work friend (mostly nodding and shaking on my part) and hanging out with Tipsy i was starting to feel more normal.
after my lunch break when i got to talk to Terrence i was back amongst the living.
on my way home i ran so fast to make that boat i actually slipped in through the cracks of the closing doors and it felt like i was going to puke up my lungs. i was in so much pain. luckily my iPod was working today and i put on the happy mix i made for Nicole to lift my spirits. i was too distracted still to read Catcher in the Rye (not that it mattered because i’ve read it twice already and have no real intentions of completing it a 3rd time). i sat and stared at the Christian Teen Tourist group taking goofy pictures and behaving quite odd. i watched a passenger hit on one of the hot ferry crew members. he walked with her on her circle of the Hurricane Deck… eventually she looked more easy and like she’d put out. good for him.
i watched a stranger talk to a couple that only wanted to make out and sleep on each other… he kept going away and leaving them relieved but only to come back and irritate them some more. it was funny… to me at least.
i ate Cheese Doodles and watched my fingers go from yellow to orange.
i took deep breaths until i felt normal again.
i didn’t throw up my lungs, thank you.
i came back to an empty apartment and hung out with Dutch until Terrence got home.
i had a bad night.
storms of hatred erupted.
a very bad night.
record breaking.
i guess it all turned out ok in the end… doesn’t it always.
of course me being sans book would require that my iPod go sad dead iPod faced on me right as i leave the house (early might i add). so in a desperate attempt to not go insane i grabbed Catcher In The Rye off my book shelf and shoved it into my bag before running out of my house to catch the bus.
weekend commuting to work is torture. the SI Ferry only runs every hour and the 1 (that i usually take out of beautiful convenience) won’t be running on the weekends until Fall, i don’t know why but it ruins life. the R (which is evil and extremely inconvenient) comes either right before my ferry docks or 15 minutes after which gets me to hell (work) late. the R also gets me to the ferry after work just in time to watch the doors close in my face. seriously you’d have to be an asshole to have the job of closing the ferry doors in peoples faces.
missing my ferry makes me want to slit my wrists.
so anyway, i digressed so much just now… not that it matters since i’m the only one reading this.
so i get to the ferry about 30 minutes before the ferry comes this morning and it’s freezing in the terminal so i go outside. i’ve never actually gone outside on the SI side since before the remodeling, it’s quite nice. i really enjoyed it, i wish i could have sat there all day. i highly recommend it.
after work the R train came through by getting me to the terminal 3 minutes before the boat left but the boat decided to leave 5 minutes early. it took me 2 and a half hours to get home… it usually takes 1 hour and 15 minutes. i hate working on the weekends. plus i’m getting lots of hate for not coming out on the weekends. i hate this job so much, words can’t describe. i love the dogs though, but i hate the establishment… they shit all over us “Mexicans” downstairs. come September i’m gone.
i was so pissed after missing the boat and having a fight with Terrence about my not being physically cooperative for partying that i fell into one of my most hated past times… crying in public, especially public transportation. my mother was a major help though. i also highly recommend having a mommy to talk to you on the phone when you’re flipping out.
i didn’t read on the way home… i just scowled and sulked.
this is why my eyes require a distraction. when i’m engrossed in a book i forget to be myself… and myself is a voyeur who happens to think that 90% of the population are hilarious morons.
so i sit down on the ferry for my voyage to work land and i notice a woman sitting across the boat, she’s got shiny finger waves in her hair and those long ass frightening nails that curl because they’re so long and you can’t help but wonder how it is they wipe their ass. anyway, i see her and shake my head in disbelief that these types of women still exist (i’ve seen three this week alone). but here’s the kicker, she whips out the glue… oh yes, the glue. the woman presses on her nails and whips out the glue and does the touch up, then proceeds to hold the nails in place and blow on them… i couldn’t contain myself and i broke out laughing. then i notice the two men sitting beside me staring at me because they think i’m crazy. things like this continue throughout my trip, i notice how dumb society is and i laugh at them… then in return people assume i’m nuts.
at least when i notice things about humans and laugh to myself i usually have a book in my face and they can assume i’m laughing at the book (which most of the time i am) but now i just look batty… but not nearly as batty as the people i’m laughing at do to me.
but you look like an asshole. seriously. and it’s not even because you’ve suffered significant nerve damage and the right side of your face has drooped like a melted Barbie doll, it’s because you have a fucking comb-over.
when will men learn?!
go bald with dignity, please. you’d look so much better if you just stopped looking like an idiot. my favorite is when it’s blowin‘ in the winds and you have a panic attack trying to smooth your over greased strands back to the shiny surface below them. it’s wrong, very. i respect bald men, fuck i think a lot of bald men are sexy… i happen to dig a bald head but comb-overs and ponytails only make you look like a douche bag. did i mention that the “scullet” is a major no no as well… it is.
stop the madness. being bald is a part of your life, accept it.
to try this experiment. Terrence was the one to discover it and i find it to be quite interesting how much i piss all over the internet. so in the spirit of spreading my love juice i made yet another trail in my history across the internets. the paths are endless.
your task: open up google.com and search iamduckydale… do it.
i’m all that comes up and there’s a whole lot of it. sites that i had forgotten i was a member of. i’ve been using the same user name since 2003 and this is my trail. theirs more too… more than google can find.
oh how i love pissing.
better bring your umbrella.
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