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An ongoing log mainly concerned with the bowel movements of small mammals - or so it seems.
Saturday, November 29, 2003 Soft new flipflops for walking on the hardwood was my original idea but after the escapades downstairs on thursday night, Geta Sandals would be much better. Preferably extrmely high ones so i can fall over lots to make even more noise.
Amazing Puke Acrobat
After laying down his first volley of puke, Pushkin was about to let loose his second. Trying to be clever, he attempted to pre-jump the spot the vomit was heading. But he jumped too soon and ended up puking on his front paws in midflight. So graceful a cat is he. Friday, November 28, 2003 Thanks to the party kids downstairs fighting with each other, telling each other to "get the fuck out of my house", run up and down stairs, and slam doors, I was able to stay up till 4am and find out more exciting information on the Rock Paper Scissors International World Championships after catching this year's winner on Conan. Glad I'm so not committed to staying in this place for long.
Wednesday, November 26, 2003 The new year skating round up
Blue Blur still kicking those good tires. This year he has a new hat - it's blue. His apprentice is also in fine form. iPod is much easier to skate with but doesn't make doing laps any more tolerable. The skin of all my fingers split
Painfully receding My hands were dry and itched and hurt And also they were bleeding Tuesday, November 25, 2003 ![]() My new TV series idea to compete with all those other decorating makeover shows: Two teams, a budget of $1000, two fru fru designers, one carpenter, one shovel, and two delapitated public restrooms. The object - to redocorate the old outhouses into a fashionable, sanitary, rest stop in 48 hours. This will involve hand cleaning the existing space for great on camera hijinx. The name for the show has to be something that initially sounds clever then becomes less entertaining each time. Something like "Gone Flushing". Sunday, November 23, 2003 Saturday, November 22, 2003 Maybe i should buy a new amp for the Telecaster, point it at the floor, and play AC/DC riffs till 4am.
![]() Can I interest anyone in a chair? Selling features are that besides being clawed sufficiently, the cats have also shit and/or puked on it at least 50 to 60 times. Any takers? Friday, November 21, 2003 When you think of all the bad jobs in the world to have, Parking Meter Attendent must be one of the worst. Nobody likes you. People would gladly run over you.....HEY! OLD BASTARD WITH THE TICKET BOOK! GET AWAY FROM MY CAR!
Thursday, November 20, 2003 Wednesday, November 19, 2003 El presidente visits the office tomorrow as part of the grand tour of the holdings. The mental debate is now either to completely shock people by dressing over the top appropriately. Or dress even shabbier than I usually do so I can shuffled off to the construction site instead.
4 days of no puke no stray poop from cats erupts in a cascade of vomit from Pushkin first thing this morning, covering the floor of the hallway from wall to wall. This must have been brought on by guilt from last night.
Tuesday, November 18, 2003 We can be there sometime between 8am next friday or 12pm monday but only if there's a new moon and 35% cloud coverage. Damn cable doofuses always with that vague time of arrival. So while I wait, I plot how to get a line from the livingroom to the bedroom.
![]() I figure I drill a hole somewhere around here. ![]() Come in through the kitchen counter about here ![]() Then under the sink ![]() Out the other kitchen wall ![]() And into bedroom over in the corner. Then I can set up the small TV again and be lulled to sleep by the cartoon network. Monday, November 17, 2003 Sunday, November 16, 2003 Saturday, November 15, 2003 Hey look what I found! And they're still good till march 2004! On second thought, might as well throw them out. It'll be years past then that I'd need them.
Friday, November 14, 2003 Holy shit! 3 days without cable and internet? What the fuck do you expect me to do? Read a book or something? This blows.
If you get up at 3 and go to the weight room at 6 you can almost fall asleep on the matts while stretching or fall over when you stand up.
Thursday, November 13, 2003 Wednesday, November 12, 2003 Proof that this world might actually be hell. First 2 songs you hear in the morning are:
Tuesday, November 11, 2003 Bored bored bored. fucking bored. bloated bloated bloated. too much pizza. sometimes hot sometimes cold sometimes too much clothes.
Why does all office coffee taste like crap. Trying to think of a description foul enough to describe this last cup - like maybe abscess or yeast infection Monday, November 10, 2003 Packed more things off to new place. Came back and started looking for new places to live. And also fixed drinks...don't want to cart all those bottles you know. Fridge in new place will barely hold gin and icecubes at the same time. Good thing that's usually all there is in the fridge besides milk for cereal.
Sunday, November 09, 2003 Once more to the fitness centre. Same old people. Same old routine. At least they've slightly remodelled the change room. The equipment room guy greeted me with my full legal name so I think I've officially entered recognizable regular status. It's the guy who just does leg weights again wonder where he's been since the spring?
Saturday, November 08, 2003 ![]() Guess I should learn how to operate this digital camera at night. Lunar eclipse was freaky cool though. First 2 coats of paint down. Now the place doesn't look like the mutant Christmas happytime place. It looks like the boxing day sale Christmas happytime place.
Friday, November 07, 2003 ![]() Can I interest anyone in my crazy wardrobe? I don't think it will make it through the entryway of the new apartment. Comes complete with removable panels, unfinished cornice, and handmade fork door handles. Why do people continue to use this colour in their logos? It screams "my son's friend designed our corporate identity in the basement last night". Wednesday, November 05, 2003 Tuesday, November 04, 2003 Magic dog will guard the empty rooms. I think I'm trading a marginal bathroom and alright kitchen for a mariginal kitchen and an alright bathroom. My Beavis and Butthead moment of the day, Adobe rep saying "i just wanted to service you the best possible way". huhhuhhuh she said service.
Monday, November 03, 2003 The mysterious beeping messages that constantly keep coming on the cell phone are from moron farmers trying to send faxes to a wheat storage bin in Saskatchwan. This discovered from a call this morning from some hayseed. Maybe if they dialed the right area code they'd actually get their faxes through. You're looking for a grain silo in a completely different province asshead - how hard of a concept is that to grasp?
Sunday, November 02, 2003 ![]() The only thing that could make today even better would be getting that other thing. But it's pretty safe to say that most definitely won't happen. Saturday, November 01, 2003 |
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