dud

i had therapy last night. at the end, i said, “i rate this therapy session a dud.”

my therapist laughed and said, “does that mean a B+?”

me: “no. just a flat dud.”

a nice stranger with braces asked me on a date this morning on the BART platform

oh, i’m taking a break from dudes for a while. like a “closed for business while we go to cape cod” kind of thing. except minus the fun cape cod part. so more like “closed for business while we assess the inventory, restructure our business, and decide if it’s actually feasible to reopen” kind of thing.

we ate chicken tenders salad and then the bartender gave us free drinks

made out with a 24-year-old ashton-kutcher/jordan catellano lookalike on friday night. this brings the grand total of “dudes under 26 that i’ve kissed in the last year” up to five. seems like a pattern? possibly? maybe? youngies what is the deal? why am i drawn to you? why, more importantly, are you drawn to me? is it the chicken tender salad on my breath? do you spell it? i mean smell it? also do you spell it.

wow is correct

humans, you can read george saunders’ “commcomm” online.

got a new (temporary) theme because i couldn’t deal with having no sidebar

real quick, while surfing my friends’ kodak photo galleries (err), i found this picture. I FIND IT HILARIOUS. chad and julie were waiting to see sharon jones at sxsw and had to sit through four hundred other bands, including marah. poor brahs. please note that julie is wearing a guns n’ roses shirt:

no reason to post this song, except that it RULES.

timi yuro “what’s a matter baby”

“my hurtin is just about over…but baby. it’s. just. starting. for you.”

timi you are giving me shivers.

one more thing about mind jamming (or: how i fixed the pink links and lost my sidebar)

not to belabor this, but meeting new awesome people — it’s seriously almost thrilling. sometimes i start to feel like i’ve reached my limit for new genuine friends, that i’m too stubborn or hard or judgmental, i think everyone new is a dud, or if not a dud, there’s no real spark, and conversations are generally pleasant but can occasionally feel like slogging through mud. you forget that there are new people that you can instantly click with, that the perfect jam partners are out there, people you’re like jam-jam-jam-jam-jam-dude-we-could-jam-all-night. this happened to me saturday night, and it made me kind of stamp my feet because it was so awesome and life-affirming and exciting.

mind jamming

so now i am thinking about things that i like, which feels much less hateful than my “things i hate” list:

tomatoes
salt
tomatoes and salt
crosby street
the painted bird
quarters
meeting people that you instantly like

then i started to think about making a list of “things i regret” but then immediately realized that was a terrible idea.

what’s up with the pink links? a css mystery

here’s something i always want on sites like myspace or friendster: a section for dislikes. i feel guilty for wanting a place to talk about things i hate but welcome to my hate. a few things i would put in that section:

olives
excessive horn honking
“everybody loves raymond”
the red hot chili peppers

that’s all i can think of right now. something i wouldn’t put in there: the song “tangerine,” as previously mentioned.

sounded like a good idea last night

here’s me about work today: would prefer not to

abdominally crunk

i bought an exercise ball and an exercise ball video yesterday. my abs are like, “we can’t wait to get made.”