not for the squeamish, or easily offended
Listen. Before I start, if disgusting talk about sex and animals and such make you feel nasty, or make you want to send hate mail, then don’t bother reading this. That includes you guys, Mom and Dad. I got mushy for you yesterday. And for the sake of Eric, Charlotte probably shouldn’t read this either.
on my way to PA.
I’m not a big fan of flying. And this morning when I saw it was raining, I was even less of a fan. I don’t think I’ve flown during rain before, and it made me nervous.
There’s also something about airports that makes me incredibly sad. All of those people saying goodbye to each other. All of the other people running to try and catch a flight, or crying because they missed the last plane out, or the ones who are asleep on benches because their waiting for their delayed flight. I find it all terribly sad, like lost people stuck in time. You can’t leave the airport and just enjoy the city you’re in. You’re stuck in this waiting place.
maybe i shouldn’t listen to the new radiohead at work
I don’t actually feel like writing an entry right now, but I’m sad. And sometimes when I’m sad it helps to write. I hate crying in my office. I shut the door, but I still have that feeling that someone is going to walk into my office at any moment and find me all sobby at my desk.
MY OWN FRUIT PIE!
flashback: one month ago
Eric and Pamie go to see a movie. Afterwards they stop to buy some clothing. When Eric goes to pay he realizes that he doesn’t have his check card anymore. He left it in the ATM when he pulled cash before the film. Even though The Eyes of Tammy Faye was a short movie, there was no way his card would still be sticking out of the ATM. Eric calls and cancels his card. Luckily, the card was sucked back inside the ATM and no one had made any large withdrawals or transactions on his card while he was learning about The 700 Club.
and i’m out of cigarettes
So, I’m just sitting here watching the Texas/Oklahoma State game and it’s just now halftime, and it’s all strange and quiet around here. So, why not write on a Saturday?
I don’t know.
that’s the kind of loser i am.
Well, I lost.
I lost big time. I got spanked. Spanked.
First of all, I’d like to print Allison’s acceptance speech right here, in all its glory:
and we both learn a lesson
I am angry, shocked and pissy that the office where I work has begun blocking websites they feel hurt productivity. It might be just a matter of days before I can’t access this page there anymore. I don’t want to talk about it. I only have another week here, anyway.
I rarely have good dreams. I’ll have the occasional normal dream or a boring dream, but it’s not too often where I have a dream where I wake up laughing or smiling. I tend to remember those because it shows me what I enjoy in my life.
And last night I met John Cusack.
you’d think after four hours I’d have written more.
Last night was spent catching up with one of my oldest friends, sitting in a bar until they kicked us out, and then today I drove around town doing a combination of errands and lunch and showing him the places in Austin I’m going to miss the most.
After a nap, I thought I’d sit here, catch up on mail, read the new forum threads and then write my entry. Now it’s three hours later and I’m just sitting down to write the entry. That’s how busy the forum was yesterday and today. Y’all, Eric just got home. He had an entire REHEARSAL while I was sitting here catching up on one missed day.
I have learned my lesson.
the show must go on
I was supposed to do my One Person Show “What A Girl Wants” for MOMfest this year. But there have been some technical difficulties (namely, the lack of a rear projector, a necessity for the show) so in a last-minute panic, a new show was born. And as most last-minute panic ideas usually are, this show looks like it’s going to be a lot of fun. Basically, I’m going to do a Farewell to Austin performance by bringing on my friends and doing what we do best– make you laugh. Austinites, reserve your tickets through Momfest now. It’s going to be fun. It’s next Monday and Tuesday at the Vortex and the Off Center.
and why this entry is late.
I learned a few things today. Most of them kept me from posting this Friday entry until most of you have already gone home from your work day. I know you hate it when that happens. I’m sorry.