You Sordid Minx

I am feeling particularly saucy today and have two posts for your reading pleasure, both of them probably equally bad. I'm at Odegaard because Timmy is a fuckhead and now the library is the closest place I can get internet. It's nice though, because I'm watching the kids skate in Red Square (the cops just came) and listening to Love by Zoe and downloading music. Gov'na do you have change for a five pence!?!? Here's post #1 (written last night):

I am going to Mexico City March 10th. This date could not come sooner. I am sick of driving the fucking University Volkswagen/Audi shuttle. I am sick of having people call in and say, “Hi, I’m in Magnolia and I need to be picked up right now.” I usually respond something along the lines of: “Unfortunately, ma’am, I already have a scheduled pickup and wouldn’t be able to pick you up in Magnolia until about 645pm.”
“Soooo, what should I do then? I mean, they told me to call you and that you could pick me up with the shuttle service.”
“Ma’am, let’s slow down here and pretend for just one second that you’re not completely retarded. In that case you might understand that I could pick you up right now hadn’t 4 other people desiring a similar service already called me to schedule pickups. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but the earliest I would be able to be it out there is 645pm.”
“Sooo, what am I supposed to do?”
“Well, ma’am, I would recommend you walk to Discovery Park. It is a beautiful park in your neighborhood made up of grassy bluffs that overlook the Puget Sound. In fact, near the parts where you have a good view of the Sound there are some fairly steep embankments that plunge about 100 feet to the rocks below. I would suggest you throw yourself off one of these embankments, but not before cutting your wrists. However, if this doesn’t sound appealing, you could always take the bus.”
That is the question that kills me, that has actually been posed to me several times. “What am I supposed to do?” “I don’t know, fucking reverse crab-walk all the way to the dealership while you sing “Africa” by Toto and scream at people, ‘I’m not crazy, you’re crazy! Are you actually asking me that question? Do you want my honest anwswer? Hang up the fucking phone and never call me again.”
Anyway as you can see I am somewhat jaded on the subject.


Well another Friday of sobriety. I wouldn’t say that its getting old, but I’m definitely going a little stir crazy. However, I know this stir-craziness could easily be solved by activity such as soccer, skateboarding, or snowboarding. Which is why I’m staying sober in the first place, so I will heal up fast and be able to do these activities. Stay strong, Mark, Jimm is 6 feet under where he belongs. Guiveda moved to Beacon Hill where there’s better Enchiladas, and he’s never coming back.

Song of the Day #1: Sing me Spanish Techno by The New Pornographers