Chest Dent

Please keep the tape rollin', boys keep strumming those guitars.
We need a record of our failures, we must document our loves.

[Psst. And so it never started and it will never stop just like I am and you are.]

Travel and discontent go hand in hand. I dislike my city. I rescind some comments about Chicago being failcago. It's still got its weak points: Shitty drivers, wind, Ryan Luciani. But it's also got some strong points: History, CTA, nice bars.

I didn't care for the venue's neighborhood, or the venue all that much but it was the secondary concern, really. The weekend was full of TWSS and high-fives for our awesomeness. I solemnly swear I am never doing a non-red-eye to Toronto again. That flight drags.

Writing up the concert and whatnot later. It's time to mainline coffee right now.

Chest dent.

Friday fires at four

I left the party for an hour to get my haircut, when I came back, you were liquored and loose.

I love how I won't listen to stuff for four months, even though I've been listening to this band for years.

Detox just to retox.
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You should see my decoupage...

Today I saw an unusually large bucket of cottage cheese while I was walking through the basement. I don't want to to know why it was there, who bought it, or what might have actually been in it. I just know that I hate these engineers.

Yesterday, I had to play movie quote dictionary for two of them. They kept coming up with stuff I hadn't seen. Like Team America. Look, I like puppet sex as much as the next person [which is to say "Not at all!"] but the part where the puppet kept puking? Gross, no thank you.

More How I Met Your Mother last night after picking up toothpaste and Starbucks. I really can't get enough of Barney's depravity. Honestly though? If I lived in New York City? I'd probably be just as creative as him in getting people into bed. Fortunately I'm a girl. And girls don't have to work for it.

I'm seeing Empires for the first time this weekend. If the world continues spinning like I think it will, it'll be one of my last chances to see them in a tiny-ass club. Also, I can't take anybody seriously today.

Family Guy Quote of the Day: Sorry, Kids. Daddy loves you, but Daddy also loves TV, and TV was here first.

Melinda, I've been hearing chatter all over town that Hannah was fired. Is this true? Please confirm!!!

Quite possibly the best wall post I've ever had on Facebook. Team Hannah wins again. I'm debating flying in my Team Hannah shirt, just to keep the pride alive. Jack is going to make us shirts with the Pandadragon. I tried explaining Hannah to my parents, they think I'm making fun of her, but I think I lost them after "and whenever she gets distressed, which is a lot, she poops fire."

Oh no, did I lose you too?

Once again, I'm more on the up and up than you guys. Someone is going down the tubes today because it's just not working out. We think he's a great guy, but we really need to focus on our careers. Oh, wait, he's getting fired, not broken up with. Point is, he's a busted leg on the centipede that is my company. In the almost year I've worked with him, I think I've said about three words to him. It's just weird, is all.

I'm so bored at work today. So, I'm going to do work that doesn't require my attention.

1. I hate hold music, I don't care how awesome they try to make it. They could play Paper Planes over and over and over again and all that would happen is I would want to Pow Pow Pow. Actually, I think if all hold music was Paper Planes, I'd be much happier.

2. I love espresso.

3. I Am America (And So Can You) is so ridiculously offensive and awesome. I wholeheartedly endore Stephen Colbert's use of satire.

4. Hannah got fired! Team Hannah has been buzzing with text messages this morning. Information is sketchy right now, but it seems to have happened last night, which means were I still an employee of the theatre, I would've been one of the people responsible for Team Hannah's great sadness.

5. As a remnant of my youth, I still enjoy sitting cross-legged in chairs. I'm doing so at my desk right now as I drink coffee and blog about mundane things from my mundane life.

6. In the vein of The Muppet Christmas Carol, which I love and if anyone loves me back they will find it for me by next Christmas, I shall leave you with a modified version of one song: After all there's only three more sleeps 'til Chicaaaago.

Love me, hate me, say what you want about me...

I'm so happy you're so happy
Otherwise, life would be crappy.

A nice little couplet to start my day off. I had a good weekend this weekend. On Friday, I started and finished The Christmas Sweater by Glenn Beck. It's totally a religious book and I'm almost positive the writer is Mormon. Either way, my upbringing really lets me appreciate books in that vein. I think it's why I like Mitch Albom so much. That being said, still no interest in Tuesdays With Morrie.

I have my candle going again today. It's pretty hot. My desk is a what's what of awesome. That's because where my shame gland should be, there's just a second awesome gland. True story.

I can't get If You Seek Amy out of my head. It's not good. What is good is the new Manchester Orchestra album. I know I pimp them like nobody's business, but it's only because they're so, so, so, so good.

I leave for Failcago on Friday morning. I have plans for when I'm down there that include going to a grilled cheese restaurant. Actually. The weekend will go something like this:

Friday: 6 a.m. leave, noon arrive, 7 p.m. leave, 8 p.m. arrive, 1 a.m. sleep.

Saturday: 8 a.m. rise, 9 a.m. leave, 44th Ward, T-Shirt Deli, AA, UO, Museum?, Concert, Sleep

Sunday: 6 a.m. depart, 10 a.m. arrive, 3 p.m. depart, 5 p.m. arrive. 5:01 p.m. sleep.

There is no time or tolerance for going green. No time for talking, only drinking. I still have so much shit to get done before I can leave the city. Ugh. Oh well, that's what Monday, Wednesday and Thursday nights are for.

Also, Elle's grad present just came in. Yay me!

When you see my face, hope it gives you hell...

Okay. First things first. Thursday is never not good. I don't care what anyone has to say about them, my seventeen year-old self loved them and my twenty-three year-old self loves them. There aren't a lot of bands with that claim to fame, I could probably name them without breaking a sweat. Also, there was a native midget there. A native little person, rather. It made my life.

The new Manchester Orchestra leaked, so I'm currently listening to that while looking at audiobooks to steal. It's kind of crazy what exists out there. I'm digging the new album almost enough to do a Music Monday on a Friday, weird, right?

I have a candle burning at my desk and Daniela just walked by and said "Oh, you always have the prettiest things. You have your beautiful plant and now you have this delicious candle." It's mulled wine.

I leave on Friday. Good riddance to bad rubbish. This weekend is all about relaxing and finishing yet another book [2nd this month so far]. Is/Was turned out to be only meh, so I'm glad it's done and done. I'm going to finish The Christmas Sweater on the train today, as long as it doesn't make me start tearing up again. After that, I'm going to put my efforts toward finishing another book I've been trying to finish for as long as I can remember. It will be done. Oh yes, it will be done.

I was just Rick Rolled for the first time ever. FML.

Close enough to a puppy...

Welcome Klosterman the plant into the the blog.
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My new deskmate

I just bought a plant for my desk. I'm attempting to see if my mother's black thumb extends to me. I'm hoping it doesn't. I want my new friend, who I haven't named yet, to live to see spring.
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