Friday, November 19, 2004 whoop de freakin' doo. i just feel like there should be some sort of exclamation when i do this damn thing now because it's so rare like a rare jewel or rare steak. i have computer access because i'm at my mom's because NOT ONLY IS IT HER BIRTHDAY BUT SHE HAD SURGERY THIS MORNING which is fucken wacky. i mean really- who does the whole surgery-on-the-birthday thing? i suppose my progenitor, that's who. at any rate there is no better feeling than locating a stack of cds that one thought one had lost FOREVER but that is not entirely true because then one feels a pang of guilt for not being a more organized person and then one feels another pang of guilt for not being able to sleep with one's cat tonite.
Saturday, October 30, 2004 if you look at rod stewart's american songbook volume three from an angle and just glance, it TOTALLY looks like he has sexxxy women's legs. I'M NOT KIDDING. that guy's no yanni, but he still rules anyway. i was in love with him when i was five or something because i thought he looked kind of like mcguyver (the *ACTUAL* lust of my kindergarten year). NOTE: rod stewart does not REALLY look like mcguyver, i was merely a little retarded or vision impaired or trippin' balls or something. JUST KIDDING!! no one's mother will allow her five year old to have impaired vision without the aid of glasses. haHA!!
news on the tattoo front: i have decided that i need to get a seven-inch adapter tattooed on my right wrist to complement the record player on the left wrist. CAN YOU EVEN STAND IT?!?
also: when cody has a kid he wants to glue the furniture to the ceiling one nite while aforementioned child is sleeping and really FUCK WITH IT'S HEAD when it wakes up which makes me think that cody and myself should maybe make babies TOGETHER except for the fact that we would probably both end up getting arrested for some bullshit reason or another.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004 oh believe it. i am back. i think that i will be getting a sporty japanese car tomorrow (but not 2 fast or 2 furious style) so i am mighty thrilled and/or exhilarated about that. as for the moment, i am listening to lightning bolt and feeling far too excited about it- and i say "far too excited" because when it comes right down to it, a cd is merely a disc and no disc should make you feel like yr life is complete. when you look at that logically it just seems a little crazy. but it's how i feel so whatever i done just typed about it.
i love when i'm working in chapel hill and my darling raleigh kids come in. i feel so alone and vulnerable in chapel hill that the fucked up raleigh kids are like little big rays of sunshine. HURRAH TO YOU.
not much to say because my mind is busy being blown (oh it does sound just the right amount naughty) by fun noise so AW REVWAR internet world.
Saturday, September 25, 2004 HOLY SHIT gotta take a shit!! (not me, necessarily- it's a song and i've never even heard it.) that's right, kids, i lost my internet power and now i've been violently hurled back into the world of ACTUALLY communicating with people face to FACE. you know what that means- I GET WASTED A LOT. i think i'm already developing the most cutest little beer gut but anytime i think that is when i am TRASHED so it could just be beer gas. bodies are GLORIOUS.
so basically i'm working by my lonesome in the record store for the next two hours and what that means is that IT'S ALWAYS MY TURN WITH THE STEREO. this is a very fun thing indeed and people must think that i'm crazy because when a cd ends i turn a little (why the turn, i do not know) and i literally say aloud, "so becky, it's yr turn, and what would you like to play?" and then i play my ugly music where people yell moreso than carry real tunes that i couldn't get away with playing if i had a co-worker with veto power. whatever. i love my co-workers and i am not talking shit because that would be RIDICULOUS. i am just hailing the wonders of ugly music.
i got another tattoo. it's true and it happened and it's a little riot grrl and i'm very pleased with myself although it did lead to a particularly pathetic meltdown when i was on the telephone with my pop where i expressed the guilt i feel over being such a tremendous disappointment to the famdamily. pop says as long as i'm happy he doesn't care but that doesn't change the fact that he REALLY doesn't want me to get a honda crx. so maybe he didn't really mean it. although no one's very happy if they're smashed up in a crx deathtrap. oh and let me add that the boyfriend with the tattoos (and, come to think of it, the crx) had nothing to do with any of this. oh, i fully realize the gushing of previous entries but trust me: everything always turns to shit. well, that sounds more severe than it was. nothing too severe has happened recently. and i replaced inner-lip-tattoo boy with chipped-tooth-fake-fake-leg boy anyhow.
there's been so much i should have written about lately, but i'm a lazy fuck who just keeps producing fiction in the classically fashionable composition book that i found laying around one day. because also i am poor and bored. and i mean a lot of each but more poor than bored. bjork's new album is really fucken good as is the arcade fire as is the faint. you can do what you will with that.
Thursday, August 05, 2004 so my cat stays in my bedroom the majority of the time because he likes the down comforter on my bed, and i usually get dressed in my bedroom, and i will say this much: i feel a little uncomfortable and self-concious when i change in front of my cat. sometimes i'll tell him not to look. i realize that he doesn't care but i suppose i'm a bit prudish. hmmmm.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004 NOW we may be getting somewhere. i have found an interested business partner. all that's left to do is movetothewestcoastfindagoodspottoputarecordstorebuystockbuyfixturesandacounterbuycdsentriesadvertise and oh yeah MAKE A SHITLOAD OF MONEY SO THAT I CAN DO ALL OF THIS. but rationality is only for boring losers.
Thursday, July 29, 2004 so i'm pretty convinced at this point that i have an eating disorder. the kind where i don't eat much. and it's not because i think that i'm fat or anything RIDICULOUS like that, i just have a hard time working up the motivation to eat. but sometimes, some glorious times, i just enjoy the food that i'm eating with all of my little heart. and it is little. for instance: i just had an oreo and i thought to myself (because thinking to someone else would be SO SO hard): "this oreo is impossibly good." (*note- i just used TWO colons in that sentence which may or may not be against the law.) and then i dipped said oreo in some delicious whole milk and i had to rethink: "no, now this is probably as good as food can get." then i noticed a can of prunes on the kitchen counter which i had purchased last week (the can of prunes, not the counter) and i decided to have one and i was so astounded because the prune did, indeed, top not only the oreo but also the oreo dunked in delicious fattening milk. and you shouldn't make fun of me for eating prunes because while it sounds kind of weird they really do taste better than oreos even. so there.
