Eighty Thousand Cigarettes

It still surprises me when November rolls in each year and the older I get the more I scratch my head and say, "November? Already?" as if I'd been sleep-walking for the past 10 months. If there were no calendars in my life, I would still know when November creeps up on me because I start reading and researching everything Kurt Cobain. You'd think after about 15 years of this, I'd have read and found everything related by now, but I haven't simply because this theme lasts for about 3 weeks, until... Sign in to see full entry.

When I was little, I had a fantasy. Not that I would get a horse for Christmas or marry a handsome prince, but that my grandmother was actually my mother but was so old when she had me that she gave me to my mother to raise. So that paints only the vaguest idea of what my mother's mother means to me. She did cartwheels on my front lawn and could launch a whiffle ball two yards down with a whiffle bat. My childhood adoration gave way to genuine and real respect as a teenager and now an adult. The... Sign in to see full entry.

This is a continuation on this, but the short recap is that my ex-roommate, who we call Will in this here blog and I have remained friends. If there is a female version of me strutting around somewhere on this planet, then Will is it. While roommates we fell into this faux ex-husband/ex-wife relationship, mainly because I am uncannily similar to his ex-wife although infinitely more attractive to Will. We have the same name, same hair, hail from the same part of the same state and other eerie... Sign in to see full entry.

There are a few men scattered throughout my dense past who's stories, for one reason or another, never finished their arc in my life. It was simply time to go for whatever reason, and we amicably parted ways. One of these guys, Jamie, I met when I was at school out here in California during 2001-2002. It was April or May and my friend Rachel and I went down to the city one Sunday to meet up with my uncle and his friends at a salsa bar. Said salsa bar is PACKED on Sundays, with a live band and... Sign in to see full entry.

So this past weekend I aimed my car South on the 101 for a nice little escape to SF. Friday night I went with my friend and his roommate, my brother, his girlfriend, her sister and a friend of theirs to see Bob Saget at my second-favorite venue, The Warfield (first-favorite is The Fillmore). I like Bob Saget even though his comedy is incredibly dirty, and honestly, that is part of the shock value considering how he was crammed down America's throat as the aw-shucks Dad on Full House and the bad... Sign in to see full entry.

Or, When Money Causes All the Problems. And a note, All Parties mentioned herein are legally allowed to grow, consume and sell to licensed businesses in the State of California. Spenser has been cash-strapped lately. Actually, the word is more like 'broke.' It's a long story and not really relevant, let's just say that it was a new experience for him. On top of Duh, he's hired a few friends to trim the plants and I've always maintained that this was a bad idea. You never mix business and friends... Sign in to see full entry.

The boss that I share and office with has 2 kids, both boys, ages 5 and almost 2. When his girlfriend moved out here to become his wife, she brought with him her 3 year old son and then the baby was born. When the baby was a few months old my boss asked me if I'd like to be "their" babysitter. I love kids and contrary to what the ramblings in this blog might lead you to believe, I am great with them. More than one mother has referred to me as a "natural" with their offspring and I take pride in... Sign in to see full entry.

I've bitched before about how my living situation was beginning to border on intolerable. I understand the necessities of such a sense of interior decorating at the moment, and I realize that Spenser is beyond stressed out and stretched very thin. For that reason, my discomfort and disdain for our houseguest seemed secondary to his need to get through harvest and prosper. I would like to briefly detour to inform you that my Tivo must hate that unfunny chump I went to HS with too, because it... Sign in to see full entry.

I don't like to hold grudges against people from the ancient past that I call my hometown. It seems stupid, really. None of us knew who the hell we were in middle or high school and it seems pointless to hold their cruelties against them now. There are a few exceptions to this rule, most notably Whore, who will never be forgiven and who if I was offered the opportunity to kill with zero risk of getting caught or punished (and with full clearance from the higher powers that be), I might seriously... Sign in to see full entry.

The song "Romeo and Juliet" by Dire Straits is perhaps (one of) the most succinct ways to sum up mine and Dan's relationship. I hadn't heard it for months, maybe even closer to over a year, and it shuffled right into my playlist while I was in the car the other day (the lyrics are at the bottom of this post). I've been sort of "in a funk" again lately, and it inevitably sweeps through my head that if I were younger I would never stand for the way mine and Spenser's relationship has been going.... Sign in to see full entry.