ancestry. but i don't even identify with that anymore. my incan family sucks. i like being scottish. I love the wicker man. and belle and sebastian and boards of canada. what did peru ever do for me? not a thing.
The best way to kill the boredom of being at home sick is to go out and buy some really cheap wine (or booze of your choice), make a big ol' dinner and then succumb to the sweeet, sweet gluttony.
tonight the menu consists of:
-vegetarian meatloaf in some frou frou marmalade bleehblah that chris made and mushroom gravy.
-cream of spinach flee floio
-a salad with feta cheese in it. i bought rasberry vinigarette dressin
-my sloppily thrown together mac and cheese that i DID make from scratch thank you very much and I even put that PANKO or PLANKO or plinko or whatever the hell its called on top.
man, we're gonna eat so damn much. maybe it'll make sepdning the $100 on groceries worth it.
one time, a couple years ago, my friend woody was like "how come you think you're fat?" (and this isn't a napoleon dynomite reference, okay) and I was like "i dunno..."
and he was like "is it cause you eat like a fat person?"
and then i realized, that yeah, it was kind of because I "eat like a fat person". Me and chris both eat like fat people.
I have kind of given in to the idea that when I am older I will be a big gelatinous blob and it will be okay because I eat like a fat person but I eat like fat person of royalty.
my sister's Vice magazine came to the house and I was ultra happy to have new reading material but then there is always something in Vice that turns my stomach like a picture of poop or vomit or something gross and then I get all queasy. But it did come with a free cd and videos so that's cool. I'll give it to you for a xmas present, okay angie?
SO i was thinking about myspace and i was thinkin bout how easy it is to find people now. I realized something, i realized that I kind of MISS the mystery of not being able to find someone. I miss going "man, guess I'll never know what happened to so and so..." because now all I have to do is type is SO AND SO and then they just pop up and i get this full update about everything that's been happening in SO AND SO's life and it's like BORING CENTRAL!!! Yeah, i t's great to find out you're married now, or you're totally obsessed with your looks now or you like to dance in hip hop clubs and sip cristal now even though you were the gothiest girl in high schoool....that's cool.
I found my FIRST KISS on myspace the other day. Yeah, why are you still lookin for someone you briefly swapped saliva (i mean it WAS A LOT) with over 10 years ago. I don't know. Cause like, i heard he was dead but then i heard he was alive and so i got curious again. And he's not dead! MAN, now the mystery is shot. This guy is in an open marriage, he still looks like a neo-industrial tool, and he lives in New ORleans. SNOOZE TOWN.
Fuck Myspace. Man, seriously. Now I am going to go check myspace,
yeah. i need to cool off. i think dinner is almost readyt. its gonna be a meatloaf to die for, i'll save you all a piece.
I forgot how great winter is for getting drunk. i mean tipsy.
brad [email] said at 9:17 PM 12-14-2005: I had a whole bottle of cheap read wine to myself last Sunday. I'm going to start drinking more cheap red wine.
I thumbed through the Vice book on drugs. Pretty amusing stuff.
I'm realizing now I can actually find out about some pretty cool things on Myspace by posting and reading my friends' bulletins. For instance, I was able to attend an awesome show and hang out with my good friend, Carla because of a bulletin I posted.
carla [email] said at 5:03 PM 12-15-2005: No, he no longer works in Baltimore. Infact, he doesn't really work anywhere right now (well, 'cept for Thursdays for the City Paper and a possible job at Co-op!)- but he's been looking.
He's been applying like a fiend but people want to start him off at such a shitty wage it's pathetic and he has so much experience it's pretty insulting.
carla [email] said at 5:06 PM 12-15-2005: Yeah, I have such a love/hate relationship with it. I feel slightly addicted to being on it but I really hate it at the same time, and on some occasions it leaves me downright depressed!
I just hope it doesn't ever include that function where you can tell who has been looking at your profile like Friendster did. Man, that really screwed things up for me (though I did enjoy seeing who has been sneaking a peek at my profile.)
Oona said at 10:46 AM 12-16-2005: Well since I am not really allowed to actually post on Killoggs, I will post here. You know Helmut? Helmut is a 4 foot tall papier mache Father Christmas I made. He looks like one of the European Santas, St. Nick or whatever. I bring him into work every year and they put him next to the tree -- which is actually a potted Norfolk Island Pine. Well today he was covered with SNAIL SLIME. Yes! Snail Slime, there was a Snail in the tree and it climbed out sometime and climbed all over My Santa. It it look like Santa had splooge all over his robe. Then someone picked the snail up and put it back in the plant pot. Then someone pointed out that the snail had probably been escaping the pot for the past 10 hours and in one second he's back where he started. Then my friend washed Santa's robe and it's fine. Which reminds me Carla, weren't we talking about Snail Slime JUST LAST NIGHT??? Coincidence? I think not. The End.
carla [email] said at 1:50 PM 12-16-2005: Yes, we certainly were talking about snail slime. That's pretty weird. I feel bad Helmut had to endure such trauma.
