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August 2007

I’m tired of being in debt…

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…fucking $700 for car insurance for 6 months?! Are you even kidding, Geico? And that’s seriously the cheapest rate. I’ve shopped around, I swear. So much for having my credit card paid off any time soon. Honestly, every single time I think I’ve got myself picked back up it’s “WHAM!” another ludicrous bill. It sounds petty and ridiculous, but I’m never going to buy a BMW at this rate. I guess what I mean by that is: I’m finally earning a good salary so why am I still feeling like I’m about to go under?

Alright. < / rant >

On the work front: things are finally starting to settle down. Which is good, because I need to start thinking seriously about how I’m going to teach my six workshops and two guest lectures this fall. Like, what am I going to say, how am I going to say it and other logistics. I’ve been planning on the side since May or so, but I really need to get a good “script” together in my head. Not scared, but certainly a little panic-y. I’m really excited for my fall InDesign training in Philadelphia. Master class, ahoy! Six days downtown with Lindsie only a few blocks away and my training center just a few more in the other direction…perfection. Now, if I could just figure out a way to leverage this for Kate’s birthday the weekend following my class. I guess you could be in far WORSE places for finding a birthday gift…

Since I have to work tomorrow, I’m cramming an entire weekend into today. I think I’ll go loiter in my own living room and see how much nothing I can squeeze in to 24 hours. *phew*

Douche-y things…

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I spent a lot of time on America’s highways and byways (and triways?) this weekend. It was a good opportunity to notice how many doucheflakes are commuting to and fro in this great land. I thought perhaps I’d write a list of the most douchetacular things I’ve encountered. Here we go:

  1. By far the worst, the faux testicles that people buy to hang off of their trailer hitches. Ew. And ew again. I don’t want to see your nut sack and I certainly don’t want to see anything that resembles it on your Ford. Thanks anyway.
  2. Euro plates on non-Euro cars. A ’92 Accord coupe with Euro plates does not make any sense. Even if you did spend $57.83 to get clear tail lights and M3 mirrors on eBay.
  3. The Dodge Caravan/Plymouth Voyager/Chrysler Town & Country. Any year, any color. Bonus points if it’s from New Jersey. Double bonus if it’s rusty, too.
  4. The L.L. Bean Edition anything. Enough said.
  5. No turn signals or fifteen miles of turning left…especially when it’s a cop. (Thanks, Kate.)
  6. Old people driving a Mercedes R-Class (champagne, of course), ten miles per hour below the speed limit, in the left lane, all four of them zoning out while staring in different directions.

I should have written this up the other day when I was still enraged. Sorry for the lack of oomph. However, I know you all have a favorite that you’d like to share. (Lindsie, I’m looking at you and your trips on the 76s.)

Concert Updatin’

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Seriously, you haven’t quite lived until you’ve seen Fiona Apple perform “Criminal” as a bluegrass song. Probably one of the high points of my concert-going career (ranking somewhere near the very opening of the Cleveland of Montreal show.) She was weird, awkward and probably insane/high but god can this woman sing. And she’s adorable, like your geeky 14 year old sister and your grandmother all rolled into one. In all, I’d recommend catching this tour if you can.

Tonight, tonight…

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Fiona Apple concert in Baltimore. Pray I don’t get pulled over (again) on the way there.

Yes, I got pulled over last night but I walked off with only a warning. 35 in a 25…woo-boy, thank you for keeping the roads safe, Maryland Trooper. Where were you when some ghetto-shmuck tossed a beer bottle at my moving car? Or when every retard in this town drives in the left lane/goes 10 in a 35/turns left on red with no signal? I suppose he thought “Well, there goes a drunk frat boy…I’ll get to use my fancy breathalyzer!” because when I rolled down the window with my license, registration and good, sober attitude at the ready you could almost hear his little police-y heart sink. Sorry, dude.

But yeah, I’m pretty excited for this concert since I’ve wanted to see Fiona since I was 14 and an angry high school-er. And I get to see Baltimore with Kate, which I’ve wanted to do since I went to the American Visionary a few months ago. AND, Sarah is going and she’s Fiona’s No. 1 fan, so that means it’s like a religious pilgrimage almost. 🙂