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« on: June 08, 2009, 11:37:46 PM »
I've never heard of the other one, but I've been listening to Counting Crows since I was eight years old. So while it was in fact hyperbolic, since I am not buying tickets right now, but rather tomorrow, yes, I will be there. Most likely by myself.
Last summer I saw them and Maroon 5 in Camden and CC went first and it was AWESOME because I got to be 100 years old, like how I be, skip out on Maroon 5 after two-ish songs, and get to bed before 11. Oh and did I mention it was me, my bf, my older brother, his gf, BOTH of my parents, and three of my mom's coworkers? And we all left, in three separate groups, within three songs of Maroon 5, along with all the other old farts in the audience, leaving the amphitheatre thoroughly given over to girls with sideswept bangs, tank-tops, sunburned shoulders, and little to no idea about Adam Levine's STDs (ALLEGED STDs, lawyers, sorry)? 100-year-old people, party of nine--that's us.
Best part: I will be back in Boston for the Boston show.
« on: June 08, 2009, 11:30:15 PM »
[f-ing buys tickets right f-ing now, woo woo woo]
[is sorry for rubbing youngun-status in]
« on: June 08, 2009, 10:38:03 PM »
I believe Goalie had just about the numbers you're contemplating.
I had similar numbers and they still told me to go piss up a rope. Boalt's funny like that.
Also, yes, definitely too early to be playing the one school vs. one school game. That's for next March.
« on: June 06, 2009, 03:38:31 PM »
At least he talks. One day Boo came up to us, tried to get up on the sofa, was rebuffed, sat around for a while, calmly walked up and out of the living room, count five seconds, hear sound of liquid on bathroom mat. Cue: OH *&^% OH WHAT THE @#!* IS HE DOING OMG BOO BOO BOO BOO STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP.
Also? When you catch him in the act? And try to get him to stop peeing? He usually just keeps peeing but tries to get away from you? Thereby stepping in the previous pee puddle, spraying new pee everywhere, and generally making a far larger mess than you had even previously thought possible?
I only kind of miss him.
« on: June 06, 2009, 02:24:53 PM »
It took me a couple months before I felt comfortable referring to myself as Boo's mom. I think this is because I hated him.
I worry about having children.
« on: June 05, 2009, 10:14:17 AM »
I live very close! SFLSD actual real live meetup! This time I will get two (2) tacos. GOALIE YOU CAN COME TOO!
The Nerds are gone, as are obviously all the almond nuggets, but I managed to restrain myself on the others. So there can be a snack party as well, and frankly that ish can travel if need be.
« on: June 05, 2009, 12:28:20 AM »
congrats mbw! decisions = hard. Am tired on your behalf. Must go read july Lucky now. Wish I had a fainting couch for the full effect. May lie down on the floor. Bed covered in purses and discarded suit jackets. f-ing court f-ing every day f-ing suits.
I've also polished off two bags of almond nuggets in the past seven days or so. I eat like eight of them while I check my email at 6:05 AM every morning, and every morning, I'm like, oops. *&^%.
On the making-lemonade front, all my suit pants were too big because Boo the Shitful made me lose like a f-ing lot of weight this semester, and I couldn't find a tailor open after work hours (and certainly not after my work hours), and was planning to work on that this weekend, but I have a sneaking suspicion that a few more bags of nuggets and I may not need to go to the tailor after all if you see what I am getting at.
ME EQUALS FAT, THAT'S WHAT. OR SOON, AT LEAST. WOO WOO. I actually am not upset about this at all, since fitting in my clothes, which I dearly, dearly love, is more important to me than weighing like five/ten pounds less than whatever I weighed last year.
« on: June 04, 2009, 11:53:54 PM »
My dog sits on the couch (this is Killer the Amazing Cancer Dog, not Boo the Shitful) and will lick his own nose for 15 + minutes at a time. It looks like he's pulling a tape measure out and then retracting it. Over and over and over and over and over.
Cesar Millan says that dogs licking is an obsessive behavior. So, yeah. OCD-ish.
Oh, and in case you didn't know that my old dog is named Killer, standard caveat goes here: we adopted him and did not name him, apparently the earlier owners thought it was funny since he is a Yorkie (or Yorkie-adjacent), their last name started with a C so the lady of the house called him Casey (KC) but he answered better to Killer, so that's what ended up sticking more, although we will still occasionally call him Quesadilla or Casey, especially if we are talking to nice old lady who has already fallen in love and will be f-ing SCANDALIZED if I tell her his name is Killer. One such crazy old lady told me that he should A) be a girl and B) his/her name, upon said being-a-girl condition being met, should be Angela. And you all should know I just cracked myself up, aloud, thinking about that particular encounter.
This may, however, be because I ate dinner at Nick's Crispy Tacos, and had one (1) pollo taco "Nick's Way" and one (1) Dos Equis. The latter was precisely enough to make me realize that the former was not nearly enough for dinner considering how f-ing hungry I was, and was also enough to lower my good-decision faculties that I promptly went to Walgreen's and bought: honey nut cheerios and milk; Giant Chewy Nerds; milk chocolate Fling bar (I know this is offensive but I like the meringue layer, so @#!* the marketing campaign, the candy is legitimately good, even if they did make it f-ing glittery, gross); Harry and David's dark chocolate Moose Munch Chocolate Bar; a bag of cubed dried fruit in Orchard Blend (apricots/apples/peaches) (I don't even f-ing LIKE dried fruit); and a large-ish bag of Hershey's Kisses Chocolate Meltaway. Also toilet paper so as to misdirect the checkout lady and make it look like I wasn't the freak that I am. Also a bunch of fashion magazines.
Interestingly, my plan for this evening was actually to get a library card. Instead, I drank alone, got guacamole all over my hands and licked it off because I was slightly too drunk to, oh, I don't know, look to my f-ing right where the f-ing napkin dispenser was, and spent nearly 40 bucks at Walgreens. FAIL AT LIFE.
« on: June 04, 2009, 01:07:56 AM »
I had $43 left in my bank account after I put down my seat deposit. That blew.
Then (2 weeks later, possibly?) I remembered that A) I was still in college; B) my older brother, no longer in college, still asked for and received money from my parents all the time; and C) that I could ask my parents for money.
/how Dash got to go to Myrtle Beach for Senior Week, which was weird, and kind of not her scene--her friends f-ing inappropriate people in beds and on beaches, different people actually but the same day and the same friend, then going out to like The Galleon or some such habitat for white-baseball-cap-wearing-and-lacrosse-playing-frat-boys-of-all-alma-maters, and Dash staying at the apartment to watch the American Idol semifinals and falling asleep at 9:30--and no one but bf coming with her to Charleston to really eat. And the eating in Charleston is basically what made Myrtle Beach worthwhile, even if it was almost 1.75 hours away. It certainly wasn't the why-are-my-friends-f-ing-inappropriate-people-in-such-inappropriate-places, because that was rather disconcerting.
//longest this: "/xxx" ever, and certainly with far too many periods to be a real, good, valid, solid this: "/xxx."
« on: June 03, 2009, 01:25:53 AM »
I got home from work circa 40 minutes ago. Note the time. On the plus side, my boss bought me dinner in Potrero Hill. On the downside, we did that so we could make sure we were in Bayview AFTER it got dark.
Tom is almost certainly asleep.
I spent 12 hours at work today, roughly.
@#!* this being-a-lawyer *&^%, I think. I like it but it's still a f-ing lot of work, especially before things happen, and things happen all the time, hearing this, motion that, voir dire starts, writing my opening, have to catch new cases, etc. etc. TOO MUCH WORK DO NOT WANT. I would prefer being an office manager and making sure everyone has paperclips.I would REALLY prefer sitting at home, watching TV, and liveblogging my reactions to it like I am making funny comments to someone else in the room with me, and/or explaining the minutiae of Survivor strategy and history to said someone-else. Why is this not a viable business plan? Does not compute.
omg, know what I love though? Hershey's nuggets with almond. Nature's most perfect food. Either crunch them and get like the most satisfying mouthfeel EVer, like EV-ER, or suck on them, wait for the chocolate to dissolve, and then crunch the almonds--they always taste SO TOASTED.
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