December 2008
Not sure where I’ll be when the new year starts— everyone has plans! Maybe I’ll liplock some stranger at a gas station.
Heading to Florence (uh, KY) to spend some time with Josh the Recently-of-Arizona. My phone is, as it tends to be, on.
I have a lot of reflecting to do today, don’t I.
I have the Perfect Strangers theme song stuck in my head because of Super Mario Galaxy.
Fun with Search Engines!
I will marry the man who smells of mint.
I hear death metal. MY BROTHER IS HOME
Just used a Cincinnati Arts gift certificate for some theater tickets for mom + me. Anyone else seeing the knock-off Cirque show?
If this is paradise, I wish I had a lawn mower! (You got it. You got it.)
I like to rate my outfits by how much my friend Alison would hate them. Today I’m proud to say I’ve reached 7— maybe 8— of 10.
Being alone in my house at night is one of my least favorite feelings in the world. Always has been. I might go curl up with Brad’s turtle.
Exploring the cavernous flipsides of the ol’ eyelids.
What do we care? Tokyo storm warning!
My face feels like it’s trying to warn me about something.
He’s my primary means of conveyance! But I guess I do spoil him…
Heading to lunch with my grandmother, my mom and some brothers. Mexican, I think. (“Echo?”)
My head a splode.
Y’think Chipotle would fill a tortilla with straight guacamole, if one asked them very sweetly and maybe showed a little leg?
ME: I feel like I’m in an alternate universe where everything sucks. JOSH: I think that’s just the regular universe.
Sleepsauce.
My heart’s been everywhere today.
I feel like so many raging truckloads of shit right now.
I just took expired meds for my sore throat. FAB.
Spending some girl time with Alison. Reachable by cellular telephone.
Sad, sick, ticketless.
Attempting to go to the Bengals game, then dealing with scam artists. It’s Rick’s hot air balloon fiasco all over again.
And it begins. “Customer Service” has disconnected me 5 times.
Apparently we’re not going. Apparently everyone knew that but me.
Is it possible that they’re blocking all calls from my phone? I just tried to “buy tickets” and was disconnected again.
I have called more than a dozen times and no matter what department I choose, I get a dial tone. Scam, yes?
Anyone have a phone on them? Just for fun, try this number and tell me if you can get a person. (800) 927-2770
I am being given the big Fuck You from all fronts today, family included.
I finally got through to t he customer service line. I am in minute 33 of being on hold.
My mom texted me and I accidentally hung up on customer service in minute 36. I fucking give up.
Do you think WonderGroup would be cool if I just came back to work tomorrow? Not sure I can do this for another week.
Tomorrow I get to try to buy tickets from a scalper, I guess. No other way to get to the football game. I ruined Christmas.
To sleep, perchance to wake up and find 4 Bengals tickets taped to my forehead?
I’ve never had ginger ale.
I think we got scammed out of our Bengals tickets. I’m feeling sad and Scroogey right now. Anyone have 4 to spare?
How do I get into the position of In Charge of Everything? I am always on the hook, no matter what.
At the end of the day, no one even cares that I’m pulling the strings, just so long as they don’t have to.
What’s the best food to shake off a foul mood?
Feeling equine.
Off to test some comfort food theories.
Wish I had some Battlestar Galactica to get started on tonight. Not sure what I’ll do instead.
For British Eyes Only!
Our Bengals tickets didn’t come in the mail today. Really hoping someone stops by today, otherwise no game tomorrow.
Alison called me at 2pm and said “Good morning, Erica!” Very funny. I’ll have you know, I’ve been up since 11:30.
Bowling? Is one of the lines?
Nope, not bowling. Everyone would rather still sit around the house. I forgot how this tends to work. To the television!