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April 05, 2006
A Plate of Random Crap
Since Paris, my life has been void of anything interesting enough to amount to an entry. So I give you: A Plate of Random Crap.
1) The Great Darkness of 2006
When my mom stayed here, watching my cats while I was in Paris, somehow every lightbulb in my apartment went out. In slow, painful succession. I say somehow, but really I know exactly what happened. I just have to harken back to The Great Darkness of 2005, when it was finals and I was working by the two remaining lightbulbs left in my apartment for weeks. And then finals were over, I made a celebratory trip to Target, and replaced them all. And my poor mom was here for their progressive death. I kid you not, she had to replace NINE lightbulbs. That's right, she had to get up on chairs or stools (she's even shorter than me), NINE TIMES. Nine times? Nine times. I am a horrible daughter.
2) Retro Chic or Just Crazy?
Tonight I accidentally went down into my laundry room with PEGGED PANTS. I was painting my toenails, and to prevent any smudging, I pegged my pajama pants. After the last coat, I remembered my laundry, freaked out that my clothes had been in the washers probably MILDEWING or getting STOLEN, and booked it down there. Still with pegged pants. And of course, even at 11:00 at night this dude was in there. BUT he had checkerboard Vans on, so I really think he probably thought I was pegging my pajama pants ironically, a little old school throwback. I mean, really? If you saw a woman in pegged red polka dot pajama pants and a blue sweatshirt frantically stuffing her wet clothes into the maw of the dryer, you would totally think retro chic, right? You certainly wouldn't think, WTF, that woman has PEGGED her PAJAMAS?
3) In which Iwantoquitmyjob
When I worked at the bank with Laurie, often I would think to myself, "I want to quit my job." It became quite a mantram. I'd be in the shower, the car, or taking a run, and in alternate breaths it was: "Iwanto. Quitmyjob." These days, in the shower, I'm thinking: Iwanto. Quitmyjob. Only? I HAVE NO JOB.
4) Lazy or just efficient?
I never completely unpacked my suitcases from Paris. This is totally acceptable because I am heading up to SF soon, non?
5) Senorita, I'm Lovin' It, Cry Me a River Like I Love You
Justin Timberlake, I am really sorry. Back in 1999, when I was a freelance writer, I wrote a not-very-flattering review of your *NSync (sp?) show. But you know what? Numero Uno on my task list tomorrow is transferring Justified onto my iPod before my trip because no road trip is complete without a little "Cry Me a River." Also, dear road trip companion Gloria? I am really sorry if you are not a JT fan, but I cannot pass through that damn heinous dairy farm right before the 5/580 junction without a little JT. He Rocks My Body right. By which I mean, somehow, he masks the smell of cow shit.
Posted by jen at April 5, 2006 11:11 PM
Comments
Um, I have that guilty pleasure thing too, for JT. And "Cry Me a River". I especially like the little Britney-esque sighs in the background... You have to listen for them but they're so fun to sing along to.
Posted by: Jess at April 6, 2006 07:09 AM
Every now and then I have to put a little JT on in my car. I think Gloria might survive. Also if either of you find yourselves with time available while you are up here, get in touch.
Posted by: Dagny at April 6, 2006 08:21 AM
I totally remember that review! You were harsh. In exchange for not exposing the extent of your hypocrisy, can you bring the CD so I can have it too?
Posted by: Urs at April 6, 2006 12:42 PM
oh how i hooked you on jt. he's the perfect guilty pleasure that's for sure!
Posted by: Penny at April 6, 2006 10:11 PM
i like the original jazz standard "cry me a river", but must admit I did like this version of cry me a river when it came out back in the day....
I love plates of random crap! Thanks!
Posted by: dan at April 10, 2006 11:58 PM