Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Happy Halloween...

APN Error?

What the fuck is that?

I worked until 7PM, sat in traffic bumper to bumper on surface streets because a semi fell off an over pass on the 405 this morning and lanes on the 405 were still shut down. People driving were being…well…really nasty because every street was blocked so bad you would think the ice age had hit California. Someone died today in that accident. It’s not that tragic for us.

I knew I would eventually get home…alive, or at least I hoped.

I passed this place yesterday and thought tomorrow I’m going to stop and take a picture. Well, today was tomorrow and I actually had to take the block and park to take a picture with my cell phone.

That’s where the APN error comes into play.

T-mobile is upgrading their system tonight. No email, no text…nothing internet related for six hours. Fuck.

It is a Halloween picture so it can definitely wait until tomorrow.

But I wanted to do it tonight. I hate it when modern technology doesn’t agree with my schedule.

Bastards.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Cole…


It wasn’t the cancer that took him, like we all thought, it was a hit and run.

M had to have him put down today.

I will miss him…

Jumping all over me when I walked through her front door

Taking the pizza crust from my hand and walking away…M said he never likes to eat in public.

Him lying underneath the chair in M’s computer room that I sat in.

Running down the street in my bathing suit chasing him…uphill…for blocks.

M telling me about him busting through the door after the mailman, mail flying through the air.

Unfortunately, her son lost his best friend today.

Hopefully, he can be replaced…in time.

But I don’t know how many dogs out there will wear a half of a watermelon on their head.

That dog was a trooper.

Cole will be missed.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

No he’s not dead…


I can only dream.

He passed out on my living room floor…clutching his cell phone.

The man knows nothing but fucked up.

At least I got a good picture from the experience.

I always thought he was beautiful.

I still see it shimmering somewhere.

I just hope he can find it.

I never thought I would say this...



I'm happy I'm poor.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Now why the FUCK is the “Check Engine” light on now?

New fuel pump, timing belt, two new cylinder seals and a shit load of other small parts that were shot. My car total this weekend was $919.65.

That fucking light haunts me.

I guess there are still deep, dark canyons in the Monster’s engine that have yet to be discovered...or uncovered.

Fucking light…why can’t it talk instead of just…just…light with impending doom?

Sunday, October 21, 2007

She weighs on my mind sometimes…

and I don’t even know her. We work together and I’ve had brief conversations with her at the coffee pot…other than that she keeps to herself.

She dresses just enough to pass by as normal but her hair gives it away. It’s always up in a hair tie with no distinct fashion for what she is dressed in. I call it “half put together.” I wore it well in my decade of darkness.

She goes out twice a day and stands by her car and talks very angry...but quietly on her cell phone. Funny, we always seem to walk out at the same time.

I came back from lunch on Friday and she was sitting on a bench outside talking on her cell and as I walked by I heard her say…

“I keep telling him but he won’t listen to me, I try so hard.”

Bingo.

Since the demise of me and Vance, I have never encountered a woman that I got this feeling from. I think we have something in common without even knowing each other.

Unfortunately, it’s not a good thing to have in common.

You don’t have to have bruises to be abused.

I hope I wrong.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

I wish I had found this drawing sooner…


It would have been a fabulous greeting card for DD on many special occasions.

Hmmm…Christmas is coming up.

Friday, October 19, 2007

At least I broke down by a bar


I thought that my car would make it home…not so lucky this time. It made it 2 miles…then I saw the steam rising.

I sat at a Chevron right by my work for over an hour waiting for traffic to die down. Unbeknown to me I didn’t have to wait that long. The Monster didn’t make it a block from there.

At least it started steaming by a bar “Saints and Sinners” it’s a pretty cool place.

I left work at 5:30 and got home at 10:30.

What I thought was funny is, I paid my insurance today up until March of next year ($385) bought another gallon of coolant ($10) and renewed my membership to AAA ($70) BUT since I was so far from home the tow was ($99). Oh shit I forgot that I stopped and got gas ($20) and one drink at S&S ($7) all in one day almost $600 and I haven’t even gotten the damn thing fixed yet. Shit.

That was a $600 day. Glad I got paid on Monday.

Also, I rented a car for tomorrow because the Monster is toast until Saturday so that’s another $50 but it was a deal, I have it the whole weekend…just in case.

So it was a $650 day but I have to admit it wasn’t that tragic. A car breaking down is nothing new to me and I found a cool spot to have a drink if I don’t want to sit in traffic. I didn’t know that I could do three way on my cell phone. Two of my friends talked for the first time in a couple of years.

All in all…it was a cool night...I just wish my car's radiator felt the breeze.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Even though you can’t see it…


It’s there…the words “check engine” on that shining beautiful red light. Almost feels like Christmas doesn’t it?

I have to say in my defense The Monster has technical issues. Bad wiring or a bad mechanic…who knows. So when the stereo or random lights flash across the dashboard, hey it’s all good, Monster is just a little fucked up, just like me.

I learned tonight that the check engine light was on for a reason. Now, if I had any sense of smell over the last few days I would have smelled coolant (I know this smell very. very well). If I had been in my right mind over this last two weeks I would have realized that the check engine light was coming on halfway through my drive at night. Duh.

Radiator.

I under estimated the Monster, he was trying to talk to me with the magic light. Didn’t know cars could be so smart. Especially fucked up ones.

The idle went up three notches and the light came on and then I noticed my temp gauge, almost to the H.

Oh shit.

I was in bumper too bumper traffic and then I saw a liquor store and I had to stop, only for water…yeah right.

I got out of the car and I saw the train of coolant, not a pretty sight…never has been.

But a gallon of water and a Diet Coke with two shots of vodka makes it a little better to accept.

I got home on a gallon of water and talking really nice to my car.

If I was just able to smell the coolant.

Fucking cold.

Fuck

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Ummm…yeah…


I’m all over this.

When I got laid off in April I flew back home. My Mom just happens to live next door to a woman that works for Cartier.

I’m not a huge perfume freak but when it’s in my face…big sparkling bottles…red romantic boxes, I’m there and it’s not from a thrift store.

My Mom finally sent them to me. Boxes are fabulous…bottles are pretty. So many, over priced, pretty smelling bottles that I couldn’t use in three life times.

But I got friends.

They were in the back of my mind when this woman opened up her amour of water. Sounds sick doesn’t it?

Out of all of them I like two…both are “pour homme.” I might break into rap.

I prefer men’s cologne to women’s.

I am not a flower…never claimed to be. So why should I smell like one.

I found in that box, the ghost lurking in the moist timbers of a graveyard. That is what I was searching for.

My dark.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

I’ve been leveled for four days.

I even got NyQuil D from behind the pharmacy counter.

It didn’t help…ok it eased the pain for about three hours each night…double doused.

I remember Nyquil kicking my ass…but maybe my ass was 10 at the time.

I left work sick on Wednesday, an hour early. Called in sick on Thursday and they sent me home on Friday.

Fuck…I’ve only been there for three weeks.

I hope I still have a job tomorrow.

I realized how horrible I was for six months, being unemployed and sleeping all day.

I hated being in bed for the last four days but I couldn’t do anything but.

I can dig being a little sick and bitching about it…but fuck this shit…it’s brutal.

I sound and fell like I’m sixty and have smoked Camel unfiltereds my whole life.

But who from Texas doesn’t?

Friday, October 12, 2007

George lost his heart one day



I don’t exactly know how it happened...but I came home one day and George, had seen better days. I know Vance had something to do with it but he claimed that George just fell off the shelf…all by himself.

Uhhuh.

This toy was given to my brother on his 5th or 6th birthday. Somehow it got packed with my things when I moved to LA.

I was moving a chest of draws today and found his heart and it still works.

Hmmm. After 30 some odd years all of the fibers still squeak.

He still has a heart and some random body parts that I found as well.

Little bit of bondo and he'll be up in running soon.

I've never fixed a fucking toy before.

First time is a charm...hopefully.

Monday, October 08, 2007

I had to bust out laughing…

There was a man in the line at Trader Joe’s with a beanie and a t-shirt with “War is hate” on the front and “Love is Peace” on the back.

He was making the biggest fucking commotion in line.

“It’s taken this long to get through this line and it says express??”

By the way I did have to count the items as the checker was counting them. He had more than 12.

He had to announce when he swiped his card. How annoying it was that he had to confirm the amount and how stupid it was that there was actually a choice between credit and ATM.

“I’ve signed my name! Are you happy now?”

I had to chuckle.

A guy in the next lane watched him walk out to his car.

“Wow, he’s parked in a handicap zone. That’s funny!” and he started laughing…and so did I.

I had to ask the cashier when I got up to the front of the line what happened.

He said “We think he was intoxicated.”

“Understandable, at least I’m a happy drunk.” I said this as he was scanning my wine.

He laughed.

People are so bizarre.

I’ve come into contact with this lately.

At least it makes life interesting.

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Yup…I’m drunk.

Come on…its Friday.

I’ve got a TON of shit to do tomorrow. All of which, I will not do.

Dishes
Laundry
Groceries
Oil change

Well maybe…after a little hair of the dog that bit me.

But if I do venture out in this fine city of LA, I think it will be for something I don’t usually buy.

Perfume…I don’t use it but I feel the need for it.

Something that smells dark.

Hmm…how does dark smell?

We shall see.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

The TV Junkie has left the building…

Or got a job.

A girl that looked forward to Sunday nights because “Rock of Love” was on (I know I’m sick) now doesn’t turn on the TV until 9 or 10pm…sometimes not at all.

The TV has always been my best friend or favorite addiction…I still can’t decide.

Now I see it as someone else living life and my ass watching it.

I guess I figured this out on my two hour ride home tonight. This came into play because I realized I’ve been dead for the last six months and TV was all I had.

Now I can’t wrap my mind around the real world. Ahhh..."The Real World"........focus India...focus. Heh.

This job is kicking my ass because I have no idea what I’m doing and I have no idea what questions to ask because I don’t know what I’m doing.

And I’m bored. My first day there was crazy and now it’s just another paycheck. That was my last job and I do not want to repeat that one.

No one is explaining anything and I find it more tiring than being insanely busy.

Yeah…I know, I have to speak up and I plan to tomorrow.

But for now I think I need a little fix…the finale of “Top Chef.” Woo Hoo!!!

I need TV...or a smoke...hmmm...maybe one more glass of wine.

Fuck, I'm more fucked up than I thought. Damn!