une note électronique.

Friday, February 13, 2009

happy friday the 13(YEAR OLD ENGLISH BOY IS A FATHER GROSS)th

Thursday, February 12, 2009

that's what i'm saying

i swear to god that chef guy is sean penn.

at lens crafters, obviously.

'hey! i voted for you! it was great! sooooo glad mccain didn't beat you, right!?!"

obama answer

'whoa! you said it there. hey, what do you think of these frames?'

obama answer

'yeah you're right...too busy! i need something simpler....these are nice. do you think these make me look smart? or like...im trying to look smart?'

obama answer

'totally. no point in faking it. i think i'll stick to contacts then. man, obama you've really been a help! can i get your number so i can call you if i need your help again?'

score

this really happened.

inspire

for what i couldn't say, but i'll take it nonetheless.

looking at this a lot today

not that in particular. this. on a sidenote, i keep glancing up at the page in it's tab and it says 'ZooBorns'.

and i read it as this:

day off

today i had the day off (i'm not officially laid off until february 20th) and i have to say i definitely did a lot. i forgot that you really get a lot of work done when you don't have to go to work.

i started the day much like i start any day - walking lucy to the coffee store to get a cup. on our way back i took more time and went around the block...being that i had the day off and all (and it was pretty much may outside) why not!?!

i sort of wish i hadn't. and i fully blamed it on the dog.

that sad lump in the middle of this 'field' is my old christmas tree that my mom bought for me the last time i was with her. she died about 4 years ago and this december was when i was finally able to throw it out. i of course assumed the garbage men had (graciously) taken it away swiftly when it wasn't there the next day but no. apparently someone thought it would be hilarious to throw it over this fence. and yes that is funny. but unfortunately it just made me tremendously and exceedingly heartbroken.

even without the back story, is there anything more depressing than an abandoned 3 ft. tall fake christmas tree, fully decoated, lights and all laying on its side in the middle of a desolate lot of brown mildewy grass on the side of a bank of america?

maybe spending money on a copywriter for your banner, only to find out too late that he isn't really a copywriter at all, but more is just the night watchman for your builting looking to pick up some extra cash. maybe that's more depressing.

i spotted that delightful sign on the way to....

lens crafters! i have been increasingly blind the last few months so i decided to just go for it. i hadn't had an eye exam in 7 YEARS. do you want to know why? the glaucoma exam! that puff! god i hate that. i literally imagine the optomitrist rigging the machine to blast a needle directly into my eye because that's JUST the sort of thing an optomitrist would think was funny...

(hilarious) glasses hide all sorts of deviant behaviors.

i walked by this and it's almost (read: absolutely is) unhealthy how jealous i was of that baby.

i also baked crackers. adding these to my list of things i'll never buy pre-made again.

after that load of procrastinating, i went and prepared my tax crap, applied for medicaid, checked my email to make sure i had not gotten any job offers, and finished my paperwork for unemployment.

after all of thta i made it to olivia and hiyme's for portfolio editing, drinks, turkey burgers, protein-style, and lost (minus the last two minutes FUCK YOU DVR!).

my F train home was from the traissic era.

goodnight. here's a random photo of lucy's boyfriend.

hot.

note: after rereading this, there's no use in my denying that i was pretty miserable all day. but i'd like to point out that i did in fact get out of bed this morning and that in itself pretty huge.