February 15th, 2004


around you my love, around you My love, around you my love, around you My love, around you my love..

Yesterday, whatsisname took me to holy frijoles! in beautiful downtown hampden (hon) for V-day lunch. it wasn't as good as you get in the Real Southwest, and they seemed to confuse the guacamole concept with the salsa verde experience, but it still beats chipotle or taco hell. the only minus was being besieged by ~*BOB*~ on the restaurant cd blaster during the entire meal. initially when we walked in to the strains of "watch me jumpstart" I thought it was pretty dern cool and the guitar line made me feel like headbanging as always, but soon it became apparent that the entire alien lanes album was playing straight through, and it just seemed to go on, and on, and ON, and got on my nerves. AL is one of those albums that has so many emotions and experiences and people attached to it like barnacles in my mind at this point, that I just go yeah yeah, great album, can we PLEASE put it away in its coffin now and get it out in, oh say about 10 years when I might enjoy it again? I certainly don't want to hear it over my meals (*stomach nods vigorously in agreement*) and not with ted, who I hang out with to get AWAY from that sort of shite. I ended up eating faster than I wanted to, just so we could escape. hopefully we can go back another day when they're playing something different. there are lots of thrift stores and shops in that 'hood i'd like to check out anyway, and some architectural details i'd like to photo.

On the Creative front, we thought it would be cool to eat Valentine's chocolate, then apply a Play-Doh Fun Factory-type mold to your butt and poop out a choco-smelling, heart shaped turd for your favorite annoying loved one (or coprophiliac). I suspect a kit for this is already being marketed somewhere. Ted also suggested recording an album of gay Americana called "Glory Hole", featuring reworkings of old standards such as "She'll Be Cummin' Round the Mountain When She Cums."

I feel cautiously hopeful this morning. Black beans will do that to ya.
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    whiskey for my men, beer for my horses

i hate those meeses to reeses peeses

i was supposed to be at work a few hours ago. instead i just had to send housemate on emergency errand to the hardware store. i left a steak sitting on the stove this morning and when i came back to the kitchen a few minutes later, Herman the Vermin was dancing around on the stove like a friggin' Disney cartoon, in broad daylight, with all the kitchen lights on, getting ready to go for the gusto. they've come up from behind the stove before (i blame our neighbor's woodpile, which is steps away from our poorly constructed kitchen) but usually have the decency to wait till it's dark and I've gone to bed. he was pretty damn slow about running away when i yelled too. i refuse to run a Ruth's Chris for mice so i cleaned the poop off the stove, put a spring trap and some different poison bait and if that doesn't work I'll put my most feral cat, Jasper, onto the job. the cats usually live in a different part of our house from the kitchen, or else they would be eating my steak.
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