With lyrics like "I was at home feeling sleazy, so I went down to the speakeasy," you just know Klymaxx wrote "The Men All Pause" with an open rhyming dictionary in hand. It was the 80s ladies, not Prohibition.
Diet soda tastes better with freshly-squeezed lime.
I'm wondering how in the hell did I get sucked into watching America's Next Top Model again. Damn you Tyra Banks! Damn you.
Is it really almost April already? It seems like it was just Christmas.
I think my day would go much better, if I could take a little nap every day.
So I've started watching a few of the movies you suggested. Here are some of what I've seen. (I would have seen more but I had a pressing need to watch Season Six of Gilmore Girls. I have my priorities, people!)
Airport 75 as suggested by Homer. The real disappointment in this movie is that neither Karen Black nor Charlton Heston dies in it. Had at least one of them died, I think I would have been more satisfied.
Loggerheads as suggested by Thomas. I really liked this movie even though it was so depressing I wanted to throw a hair dryer in my bathtub afterwards. Awesome soundtrack with lots of heavenly Patty Griffin.
The Professional as suggested by Kyle. I've come to realize over the last year, that I have a sort of ADD when it comes to watching movie at home. I never sit through an entire movie at once. I more or less watch them all in 15 minutes increments, pausing the movie to do someone else that is currently distracting me. For this movie, I didn't pause it for a whole 45 minutes! That's some sort of record for me. It's a very good film that's interesting and very expertly acted and directed. And Gary Oldman is best when he's a wacky lunatic.
My Neighbor Totoro as suggested by Alden. When I told Alden I was interested in seeing Paprika, he suggested I check out some other anime starting with My Neighbor Totoro. A long time ago, Dyanna suggested I see it. I told her I would if she watched Shoes twenty times in a row, which I know she won't unless I put her in some sort of Clockwork Orange chair and force her to. Shews!
I really enjoyed My Neighbor Totoro, but I have to admit I found the Totoro and Cat Bus a little creepy.
Next up, Mzouiser's suggestion: Fight, Zatoichi, Fight!
Amy, Amy, Amy! What are you doing with those girls. I know you are a crazy drunk and all but geesh. You are gonna end up with pink eye or an STD if you keep hanging with them.
This afternoon, Julie and I cleaned out and separated two closets full of stuff. It's amazing how much useless crap we have accumulated over the years. Magazines we've already read, rolls of gift wrap from holidays gone by, and video tapes of assorted Ally McBeal and Joan of Arcadia episodes. Plus, the greatest video of all, my coveted For Your Consideration tape of the pilot for Felicity, that was actually supposed to be a gift for Julie, but I instead decided to keep it for myself.
Wait a second! Ally, Joan and Felicity? That's right. I'm scheduling my vagina surgery soon.
Any who...while digging through the closet, I found this shiny silver lunch box with a bright red handle.
I had no idea what this was. We had completely forgot about it.
Presenting our emergency preparedness kit for those dire times like when mothers visit or...well, it's only for when mothers visit really.
Several months ago, I received a letter from Sallie Mae congratulating me on paying off four of my five student loans. I had no idea I was so close to paying them off. I have them paid automatically so I never pay attention to them. Now, in about a year, the remaining one will be paid off. Pretty cool considering I graduated college something like a million years ago. And let me tell you, that music degree has come in quite handy in the field of web design.
One of the things that stresses me out and makes me feel like a complete slug is money. I HATE money. I hate the emotions tied to it whether it be greed, inadequacy or whatever. I hate the sense of helplessness it seems to evoke in me.
Case in point, guess who got a bill for his recent colonoscopy. That's right. I'm getting it up the butt a second time! Only this time, I'm not drugged up or properly lubed
Fortunately, I have the money to pay the bill. Unfortunately, that money was previously ear-marked for frivolous things like car repairs and moving expenses.
Many years ago, I enrolled in a debt management program to consolidate and pay off all my credit card balances. Balances that have followed me around since I was in college. It has been hard at times being on the program. I have no credit cards whatsoever while on the program. My payment takes a huge portion of my monthly pay. Just about every penny I make is spoken for. It's only in the last year or two that I feel like I have a little breathing room after getting a new job with a slight salary increase. Deciding to move was a huge decision, because it basically meant reevaluating my budget and monthly expenses. I have no backup income. No credit for emergencies. Nothing.
At times, it really sucks. I want do normal things like buy a laptop. Or take a vacation. You know, on an airplane. And stay in a hotel. (How decadent!) But until, all of this debt is gone, that ain't happening.
While faced with this big bill and questions of "how am I gonna pay for this other stuff." I needed to do something to make me feel like I am getting somewhere financial. I needed to see that some kind of progress is being made. (Can I italicize any more? Sure I can!!! I can CAPITALIZE TOO.)
After creating formulas and crunching the numbers, I realized one of my balances in my debt reduction program will be completely paid off THIS AUGUST! (Holy shit!) And my other highest one will be paid off in six months after that. After balances are paid, those payments are redistributed to other (more evil) balances. So what I thought would take me three or more years to pay off, may actually be paid off much, much sooner.
Thank you all for your concern. I really appreciate it and didn't mean to cause any alarm. I tend to hibernate from blogging (and pretty much everything else) when I have a lot on my mind and choose to bury my head in the sand rather than deal with it.
This is my favorite time of year here in the desert. When I walk outside, the air is sweet with the fragrant aroma of the orange blossoms from the many citrus trees in my neighborhood.
This year, the scent is a little bittersweet. Our lease is up. Soon I will be leaving my beloved Cocoon and moving to another area of town where there are no orange blossoms nor heady bouquet to greet me in the morning. No local cafés where they know me by name. No Cocoon.
As much as I want to be excited about this move, obviously...I'm not. Although there are many items in the pro column, they are over-shadowed by the glare of the few cons. While it's not my ideal, it is the best situation I have so far, so away from The Cocoon I shall go.
It's particularly sad for Julie and I. We've lived together for almost nine years. That's hard to believe some times. Nine years. We are our longest relationship. And as cliché as it sounds, it really does seem like just yesterday when we moved into our first apartment together, three addresses ago.
Yesterday, Jason asked me which DVDs were mine and which were Julie's because he wanted to pack them. I opened the closet where we keep them and started handing hers to him. (I really should have snagged that Freaks and Geeks set for myself, even though I gave it to her for Christmas.) I surveyed the rest of that closet and realized that our stuff is pretty much integrated after so many years together. For the longest time it's been ours, not mine or hers.
While I will miss the orange blossoms blooming in March, the cafés and many other things I adore about my neighborhood, I will miss definitely Julie the most.
Julie, Jason and I are watching the local news; the sports report if you can believe that. One of the coaches for the Cardinals was fired after being busted for trying to pick up a hooker.
"You know what I don't get," Julie says. "This guy probably could have a lot of women. Why does he have to go out and pay for it?"
"I know. Remember when Hugh Grant got busted with that hooker? And she wasn't even hot," I say.
"Why do guys do that?" Julie directs to us.
I turn to Jason and ask, "Yeah Jason. Why do guys pay for sex?"
Jason says, "You're a guy too. Why are you asking me?"
"Well, I've never paid for sex."
Julie jumps to his defense. "Neither has he!"
"Oh, he pays," I say. "It may not be monetary, but trust me. He pays."
With lyrics like "I was at home feeling sleazy, so I went down to the speakeasy," you just know Klymaxx wrote "The Men All Pause" with an open rhyming dictionary in hand. It was the 80s ladies, not Prohibition.
