I'm exhausted and vaguely sick, but not sick enough to merit shirking wirk. Work, I mean. If I shirked it, it'd be shwirk.
My job this week has consisted almost solely of database administration - not unfun, but it requires a lot of focus and information dissemination skills. Oh, if only I had a pet in my office! A parakeet or a lovebird would work out excellently. But my motive for having a pet in my office is completely wrong - just an excuse to distract myself. One of my close friends in high school had a parakeet named Bill or Fred or something like that, who had this thing with feet - if he saw bare feet, he'd chase you around till you put socks on. She was so amused by Fred's fetish that she never clipped Fred's wings, JUST so he'd be able to chase people around the house. This friend also happened to have serious and unfortunate crushes on Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix. I mean, it's one thing to have a crush on a live movie star (b/c maybe by some divine miracle there's a very slim chance that you could actually hook up with said person). But it's completely pointless to lust after dead guys. Or David Bowie (esp. when cross-dressing), but he's not dead, just really weird, and his wife is hot as hell anyways.
So! My parakeet could ride on my shoulder. He'd also wake me up if I got dozey - man those little guys can squawk!
Looks like my weekend is going to be action-packed. Tonight is yet another dance lesson, for which I am completely unprepared but to which I will go regardless, and then dinner out. Tomorrow is the Miss America pageant, and I went to grad school with Miss North Carolina, so I'm obliged to watch. Sunday is yet ANOTHER dance lesson, for 3 hours, in Greensboro. My sister will be there for some sort of training, so we might meet up with her and get some dinner. But between those events, I need to engage in some seriously intense downtime. I bought a new pair of work slacks two weeks ago and was quite alarmed to see them hanging off of me this morning.
1 year ago
2 comments:
Say what's wrong with lusting after dead musicians? Can't I lust for Peggy Lee and Tanya Tucker? (are they dead yet?)
And what's with the robo-dance tourney in Charlotte? It sounds like a cross b/w Nascar and the shuffle.
When ever I think of your blog I wanna say Kamakiriad... you, know, that Donald Fagin album from 1993?
93... what were you eleven? You don't know Donald Fagin from a saxamaphone...
Is Steely Dan dead yet?
You underestimate me. I have a Steely Dan greatest hits CD - although I have no idea what a kamakiriad is (don't think it's Japanese, since you can't end a word with a "d" without a subsequent vowel).
And yes, I was 11 in 93!!!
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