you're so dirty

i didnt believe in bed bugs until i decided it was ok to take my friends old mattress and recycle it as my own. i dont think my friend was dirty, but i think his living room was, and that is where his mattress was parked until i could pick it up.
then it began.
i am a closet lysol-aholic (or generic-brand-disinfectant-spray-aholic).
when no one is around, usually in the middle of the night, i spray the doorknobs on my front door and bathroom (both sides, of course), the garbage can (inside and any part i touch), and every lightswitch panel. handles and near the stove i wipe down with wipes or cleaner, because spraying stuff near flames is scary.
anyway, of course i sprayed my old/new mattress numerous times, and used a mattress cover, which i also sprayed, but after 2 cycles of washing sheets and spraying both sides of the mattress, i decided it was time to just buy a new, clean mattress.
follow suit, new york! buy new furniture!

bah! foiled again.

boo hoo.
i think i was one of the few left on kazaa anyway. i think its cause i like to say it. ah well, perhaps ill become a limewire junkie. winmx. or a bittorrent gal. what is your fave? convince me yours is the best, please.

take the light with you... on your ipod

ummm... i like to tell the truth all the time. im like a compulsive truth-teller.
it gets me into trouble sometimes.
anyway, here it goes....

i have been neopets-free for over almost 3 weeks. it doesnt sound like much, but it is a huge difference when previously 3-6 hours of your day were consumed with
getmorepoints!getmorepoints!
i have now found a new way to re-obsess about my soap, gl (guiding light).
first, let me preface by saying that i ever started watching this because my middle school classmate, rachel weary, is the daughter of loveable marriage-challenged reva shayne cooper spaulding lewis lewis cooper blah blah (kim zimmer). now, 10 years later, i still have a yen to know whats going on in my good ole' cbs soap, but my sad, pathetic, kitty-eaten rabbit ears dont give me a good cbs (or abc).

SO cbs has given me the gift of classic radio soaps with their podcasts! every show is available on the internet in mp3 format! by the way, the big brother talk show is also available online, and i had no idea they were still doing that thing -- they are in season SIX now. cannot believe it still exists.

is it wednesday yet?

check out the nov 20 article.
see? macs are dumbo.
my personal fave....

on another note:
I CANT WAIT TILL WEDNESDAY! then i will be off until monday. and on monday, i start esl. booooo.
im excited but i have no idea what to expect, except that i will be tired because i will be coming from work and wont get home till 9.

happy tday. i made a turkey. painting. in kindergarten (2 weeks ago).

media frenzy

hooray! we still control the internet!
go u.s.

on another note, i am planning on going to 2 movies in the near future:
harry potter and the goblet of fire (with chenski as my date)
and
walk the line (with mr. death, my real life "man in black")

i seriously dont remember the last movie i saw in a theater. it may have been by myself in montclair on one of my secret lonely dates to fartsy movies that kit doesnt like. or it may have been, like, a shark's tale. dunno.

die!

here, john reminds me of the devil. the devil reminds me of death. i feel like death. i dunno why. i did NOTHING before work this morning, and i feel like death.

hello, my name is phizzle

thanks for the name, heather. oh, im sorry, hot tall blonde. she thought it said phizzle. it says PHILLY. anyway, thats me. thats so me. sustaining simple was rockin tonight. then i came home and tried to park for 25 minutes. but i do have that thing about staying within a 3 block radius (used to be 2 blocks).

this sucks the big one

what fucking genious pulled this one off?

finally not hungover!

ahhh...
here's a recount of the shit show not last night, no, but the night before.

rx for din with meh and heather. totally normal. except mehreen got a fishhead.
hair straightening with debbie. not normal, but totally sober still.
mcglincheys with deb + others (anggono and coworkers, meh, heather, chenski, nikki, wanger, dq to start).
the drinking begins.
cap'n gingers.
socolime shots.
hi chamira, rodrigo, amer, shor.
we travel up to tops for more jukebox and pool.
more drinks ensue, then back down to mcfilth for ms. pacman and then ciders, ONLY.
free games from candice! thanks!
and...we closed it!
on to p+p.
more cider.
lets go home.
its 4am, goodnight.

ok, now yesterday: blehhhh i am so dead, but i can go to work, no i cant, yes i can, no i cant. i can drink water, no i cant, yes i can, no i cant. i can sit on the internet and write emails, no i cant, yes i can, no i cant. i can lie on the couch ALL DAY and watch "beautiful girls" 3 times. i can eat 5 crackers. i can watch l&o with meh and heather. goodnight, i'm totally old.

it was all a dream...

i can't believe i forgot to tell you!
while at a taste of penn, "Dr. C.A." as we will call him here, not only approached me for a dance while the dj was spinning "juicy" by biggie, but also confessed his year-long crush, on
REV BEV.
i love rev bev.
i told him, i think she's in a committed relationship.
let's also rewind:
Dr. C.A. also had attended the ALA Anniversary event, where we enjoyed champagne and mojitos. He then followed us to the next open bar event, which was a Taste of Penn. He is like 50 and works at HUP.

johawkins: photographer

me and stevie after our three-drinks-maximum at taste of penn (but after mojitos and champagne at the ala reception).






post campus regathering at my apt to feed and pet mister mister. nikki has dark hair now.








lickiness at mcglinchey's. but don't worry, ryry doesn't eat meat.

the ugly one?

well, i am so and so, but who are you? i wanna know.

cold turkey!

ryry mentioned how i often blog about random things that don't make sense to him unless i explain it, and that is because i am random, and often don't make sense unless i explain myself.

anyway, i have recently given up a game-playing addiction cold turkey. i know leeanniepoo is proud, although she may be sad.

also, it's better for my adult reputation if i no longer am addicted to... that game.

the inquirer just called and told me i would receive what i had believed to be a free trial, but as they asked for my credit card, i realized that they actually had tried to sell me something. silly newspaper people, i do not pay for a paper like the inquirer. anyway, people in my apartment building steal it all the time.

pom pom smoke toke fire

new favorite character on homestar runner.

also, happy birthday jade.
am currently searching for appropriate celebratory song/pictures.

ah yes! i have found one...

this may be the only picture of someone equally drunk as jade at a birthday party, yet FOUR TIMES AS RED!

i'll bet you didn't know it was possible.

that evening, she was working as a shot waitress at kazan/leeann's party in lovely, run-down 3941.

HERE IS NEWS THAT CHUBBY CHENSKI FOUND OUT:

our track neighbors at 3939 did not suffer the air purifier fire of poor wiring, but of fuzzy high passed-outtedness smokizzle!

again, we may hate.

painting turkeys

yesterday in ms. baker's class we painted turkeys for the wall. as we were sitting in those teenytiny plastic chairs that make my knees rise above the table, i realized, i could actually teach kindergarten.
is it ok if i only teach kindergarten and adults? i think so.

when i left morton yesterday, i kinda wished i had painted my own turkey to decorate my door. i'll make one next week. i could have made one this morning, but last night i fell asleep during er and woke up during the second leno. i didn'g get back to sleep till 430 and then, of course, mister wakes up at 630 every morning (though this morning he woke at 645, probably cause he knew i was tired), so i fed him turkey slivers or something, and went back to sleep till 9ish.

i just went running and have a new favorite running cd (yes, that's right, a CD, because i have not converted to the ipod revolution):
purple rain (prince).

i don't care where we go
i don't care what we do
i don't care pretty baby
just take me with you

HELP ME COMPUTER NERDS!

i have a magical folder on my desktop that REAPPEARS after i have deleted it/trashed it/renamed it whatever. and it always reappears with the same name:
"music to be renamed"
and i HATE it.
i want it to go away. i have all of my music in another folder. it is empty! my anal-retentiveness wants it to stop cluttering my desktop with its non-functionality.

WHY DOES IT REAPPEAR?
HOW DOES IT DIE?

please, someone, tell me how to rid of my phoenix folder!

oh this is so intense

and could make you want to cry. wouldnt it be weird if we didnt have these concerns about getting into school?

not my babies

i miss charles and zion. but i do not miss wearing red sweatshirts every day.

it's all your fault...

johanny.
i had a dream last night that i told leeann that i dont want to sleep over and she started laughing at me. we were in a restaurant with all these people we know from college and from my old work at morton elem., including the police officer, officer gene, who was on a date, but consoled me like a father anyway.
i think i threw a soda at her or something. also, we were in the middle of doing our laundry (at the restaurant), and i threw it all in a bag even though it wasnt dry yet, and leeann is laughing this whole time like the mean girls in mean girls.
i was so upset that i didnt get to finish my dinner! and you know me!
on my way storming out of the restaurant, which happened to be an all-u-can-eat buffet (go figure), i passed a dessert tray that had just come out of double shot glasses of strawberries in champagne, and i said (mid-tears), "ooh... ummy..." and downed one.
then i was suddenly in glen ridge, where it was raining, and about to get into the car with nora and kit so we could go to willowbrook to pick up kits car, but kit forgot something in my house so she ran out to get it but we, bitches apparantly, started to go anyway. we drove around the block near maggies house and then started coming back. kit was running so fast she passed us, and skid back to the car sopping wet. at the mall, we went into the piggly-wiggly department store (it wasnt a grocery store, it was like marshalls), and commented on how it was just like marshalls. we looked at the candy department (which actually isnt in marshalls), and bought the lemon tartlettes.

THEN, i woke up at SIX TEN for NO REASON. and since i woke up, i woke up mister, and then he wouldnt stop meowing until i fed him 2 shots. bleh.

thats it for now.
hey er, YOU SAID HUGSIES, and I CALLED YOU OUT!
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