stuff-o-rama: a big update - 4/26/2005
listening to - Quasimoto "Greenery" - And about this guy...I've loved this guy for years even though I have never bought a CD of his or even met another hip hop fan who knew of him besides the bloke who recommended him to me AEONS ago at UCLA. And this song be about the 420, a holiday which some of us most recently observed. You can download it HERE, one of my favorite MP3 blogggggz and listen for yourself. I love them dang video game sounds and that strange, strange helium voice.
Anyway, it's been a week of the new job and so far, it's okay. It's suspiciously okay. I leave at 6 PM everyday without fail (unlike at the synagogue, because I guess G-d doesn't believe in the 8 hour work day) and I'm back into this lovely rhythm. Behold my anal weekday routine!
Monday - Cafe/writing.
Tuesday - Gym.
Wednesday - Gym.
Thursday - Yoga, followed by Cafe/writing.
Friday - nothing.
It's perfect. I'm back in the groove again. And...I forgot to say, sometimes I don't go to the gym that much. Sometimes I lie around the house doing absolutely nothing.
All the change that's been going on just reminds me what a freaking creature of habit I am. Today Gary recommended that I try another coffee shop for a change and I nearly had an anxiety attack just thinking about having to go to another place, find another 'favorite table', make boring yet amiable chitchat with another 'favorite cashier', find another 'favorite area to park in' and a 'favorite utterly fattening scone to order'. Soon I will be reduced to a version one of those stupid Family Circus cartoons that followed Jeffy all over the neighborhood - except with me, you will be totally able to predict where I'm going. And by the way, that kid had ADD, it wasn't really THAT cute or funny. And they always left out the part where he swung by an empty field to look for porno magazines (something a friend of mine admits to having done when he was younger).
File this under 'Fucking Neighbors'
So, there has been this big empty lot next to my house since I moved here. Frankly, it's sort of decrepit and shitty looking, and part of me really is ready and okay with people building a house on it. BUT...why did they have to start 2 weeks before my birthday party? Now everyone will bitch to me about how afraid they are their old, old cars will be stolen or jeopardized on my narrow hilly streets. And if that weren't enough to file under 'Fucking Neighbors', the people who moved into the house that I sort of share a little bit of backyard fence with, are LOUD LOUD OUT OF STATE GRINGOS. I don't think any car in their driveway has a CA license plate. Yankee go home! Couldn't you move to Westwood, where your loud-ass shouty antics are slightly more appreciated? I swear, one of these guys has a friend who thinks SHOUTING EVERYTHING AUTOMATICALLY MAKES IT HILARIOUS! And I guess he's sort of right, because after he shouts, all his friends laugh hysterically...or do you think they have a nitrous tank over there? And one more strike against them - THEY HAVE A PUPPY. A cute, whiny, barky, sort of dumb looking pit bull puppy. Well, if I ever need to be menaced, I know I can go over there for some shouting and biting.
Anyhow...I should always close with some quasi-mystical life observation but I haven't been feeling very deep lately. The only thing that's been on my mind is how ridiculously selfish I can be sometimes. I snap at loved ones and then just sort of hope it heals over, a disgusting knee scrape that's hard to miss. I drink a beer and hope the taste of Quality and Tradition (the motto of Birra Moretti) will ease my guilty conscience.
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