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It Was An Earring, Not A Kidney

May 03, 2004 ... 10:44 p.m.

[how to get strip searched at the post office]

Eibisch: “Hi. I want to mail this overseas and I need a customs form.”
Postal Employee: “You don’t need one. As long as you’re not sending anthrax.”
Eibisch: “Nope! Just crack!”
... long pause ...
Postal Employee: “I’m going to need you to fill out a customs form.”

I’m not in a happy place today, but I don’t feel like getting into it right now. Maybe tomorrow.

Did anyone but me watch Prince’s “Musicology” show? First, I love me some Prince. Bet y’all didn’t know that did you? I have all his albums. Even For You. On vinyl

I’m a dork. Leave me alone.

Anyway, quite pleased with Prince’s reemergence. But ... “Cream” live? Okay. “Cream” live and acoustic? Not so much. Also, him performing “The Sweetest Thing” (which is one of the best songs EVER and, should a guy know the lyrics ... MAJOR brownie points)? Superb. Having the audience sing all but 4 words? Not so much.

My sister wore my pearl earrings to work, took them off and managed to lose one. I love pearls, am all about pearls (remember?), and Mom got me this pair when we were in Hawaii.

Ahh, Hawaii.

These were my favorite pieces of jewelry and I had never even worn them before. I was saving them for a special occasion. Don’t ask what special occasion, because I don’t know. Maybe I was never going to wear them. Maybe I was going to keep them in their little box inside my jewelry box forever and maybe only take them out and look at my pretties every few years.

What? Y’all don’t know me! Okay? You ain’t got my story! If I want to be all anal about a pair of earring, so what? Huh? Huh? WHAT?

But now it’s gone. I am upset, but it would be kind of silly to be very upset over an earring. Bootsie feels really bad. I mean, REALLY bad. I feel worse about her feeling so bad than I do about losing the earring.

Crap happens, you know? It isn’t like she flung it out of the car on the interstate. Or maybe she did.

We did get in a bit of a tiff the other day about how to spell Tinker’s middle name. She said “Alan” and I said “Allen”. I just think the longer spelling balances the whole name better. She acquiesced only after I pointed out that she had named him “Tinker” and I just wanted to spell his middle name differently.

Yes. Welcome to my world. A world where cats have well thought out names.
A world where cats have middle names.
That you argue about.
That you argue about how to SPELL.

By the way, Ernie got arrested in Iowa City Friday night. I can’t tell you why because he reads this and is absolutely mortified. Hee. It’s funny though. Let’s just say a dumpster is not always the best place to ... uh ... eliminate waste.

Still debating whether to start a new journal. I’m leaning toward it. But, you know, I’m lazy. And I’d have to come up with new pseudonyms. And a new design.

Crap. I guess I’m starting a new one. Does anyone know if I can just transfer my archives? Or hoe I do it? In the least labor intensive way possible?

I’ll let you know when and you can email me then.

I have to go design a new layout. Crap.

Note to Self:

For the love of all that is holy, Eibisch, stop downloading 80s mp3s! This is why you can’t remember anything from Algebra! Because your head is singing Air Supply’s “All Out of Love” on a constant loop. The live version.

Admitting you have a problem is the first step.

Currently Reading: I got nothing. For the love of Eibisch, people--hook me up!

Listening To: downloads
...I’m all out of love, I’m so lost without you ...

It’s a sickness, people.

Have a happy day!

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