Archive for December, 2001

12/30/2001

the alarm clock on my dresser is set on the local alternative-pop-crap station, as it’s the only one that gets proper reception on the white plastic sony i’ve had for fourteen years.  the number of times lately i wake up to u2’s “the sweetest thing” or creed’s “with arms wide open” as compared to the number of times i wake up to any other song in existence is staggering.  it’s really quite the morning disappointment.

12/27/2001

true happiness is waking up at noon and going to the grocery store in your pajamas with your hair a tangled mess and your face greasy with last night’s makeup, and running into a coworker in the checkout line.  she calls your name three times before you hear, and you jump when you turn around and see her.  you’d been asleep not ten minutes before and are still groggy and inarticulate, and as you notice that her cart is filled with ten six-packs of soda, all you can think of to say to her is, “you’re buying a lot of tab.”  you, unfortunately, are buying three pizzas, a box of macaroni and cheese, and some m&ms.  “have a good christmas, kelly!” you say as you pick up your shopping bags and shuffle away, embarrassed.

driving home from the store, you think, oh my god, what if her name’s not kelly?

12/24/2001

…except i updated the links. so there.

12/22/2001

it’s going to be christmas, yeah?  and i’m tired and bored and depressed and i don’t have anything good to say.  so i’ll be back wednesday.

12/20/2001

i don’t know what to say.  you say something.

12/19/2001

this cold has brought with it an inability to hear people speaking when there’s background noise (”what did you say?”  “huh?”  “sorry, i can’t hear too well right now.”), an inability to hear myself talk (”am i talking too loud?  i can’t really tell.”), an inability to understand anything anyone’s saying to me due to the immense pressure inside my head (”i heard you this time, but i don’t know what you mean.”), a feeling of being underwater, and an inexplicable feeling of emptiness, as if nothing makes sense, nothing is actually happening, and nothing matters at all.

it’s not so fun.