Sometimes I get in these awful moods where for no reason, certain things will begin to irritate me. Right now it happens to be two of the people who work next to me. they’re not in intercultural, they’re on the other team that we have in the office and unfailingly they [the domestic people as a whole] are louder and more provincial… it’s not elitism, it’s fact- they’re in this office because their old office in the suburbs was shut down and so now they all get to work downtown and isn't that great, blah blah blah...

ok, enough of that rant. now on to a wholly separate one. what am i doing this saturday night? i would really really like to end up not in my house, my parents would let me crash out on the couch but i don't particularly want to do that either. what's making this more frustrating is that i don't even have an ostensible reason for wanting not to see the field hockey game. and i know that by the time the game is over, he'll be over there, enjoying his last night. and i wouldn't want him to come pick me up because a. i wouldn't really feel comfortable with the whole meeting my parents thing and b. i wouldn't want him to hafta drive around at 11:30 or whenever that silly thing will be over. ARG. i suppose i'll just figure it out in a couple of hours. like 12.

the lap of luxury

got a ride to work today from oak park. Imagine Karl Muth's house, if Karl was married, with 3 kids and 2 dogs... the boxy leather and chrome furniture remains, the ultra-expensive fixtures and technology (an 80-cd stereo system? it's right next to the 40 channel speaker set-up) are besotted by every bit of daily detrius that the mind can conjure up- sports bras, FUTURAMA toys, skateboards, baseball caps. Dirty dishes fill brand-new sinks; in the 9 foot tall refridgerfreezer, professional film and bottles of $40 champagne nestle next to lunch meat and ketchup. The house itself has been featured in architectural digest, hgtv (figure 'A' halfway down the page), and on E!, it's on the historical register, blah blah blah.... there are 5 bathrooms, 4 televisions, and 11 computers. In the bedroom, the (huge) ikea rug is literally strewn with clipped-off GAP price tags from a recent family shopping trip. I could continue.

something short of sex

well now that i've got your attention. from the sounds of it, anne is not broken up with franc at all, which would explain why he's been spotted aroud the premises recently. Apparently her little drunken tizzy about how she "shouldn't have to settle" and how he "didn't make me feel good about myself" was along the lines of my "this is it, i'm breaking it off, i'm just too co-dependent" maybe she and i can have a running competition for imaginary break-ups.

last night i had some more crazy dreams... lott moved his bed into his garage for some reason (he doesn't have a garage), i was walking along a narrow piece of embankment above a beach and kept knocking rocks down onto the heads of people below me (reminiscent of my ride on the el this am, actually, where i kept bumping into people and just generally felt awkward), shopping for dresses with robin and her friends, falling asleep and listening to a cd and crying....

nothing to do but believe...

covering the front desk, as per usual for monday, trying to figure out what i'm going to be doing the weekend of the 25^th... i got a call from the lovely miss griffith on sunday night, we talked for half an hour as i sped through the silent darkness of the cornfields. drifting along 1-80, one could imagine oneself anywhere in middle america: nothing but approaching headlights and stars for miles.... anyway, she mentioned that she and assorted others would be rallying in san francisco that weekend. At this point, DC looks to be a much more appealing destination- primarily because of financial constraints. Taking a bus out to the west coast isn't particularly feasible time-wise, and would barely be under $200, whereas plane ticket prices are roughly double that.

on tour in iowa...

right now, things are ata drastically reduced level of craziness than earlier. We awoke to a phone call from a stranded ex, tried to make a run to a bus stop, were thwarted by the ridiculously escher-esque geography of des moines' streetplan, drove past "colfax" and decided to try and stop in an attempt to feed our collective hungry belly. Nothing seemed appealing, and least of all the shitty truckstop we drove-by.

more to come.