I have to pay my parking ticket or my registration’s going to be revoked. I think of this almost every day, and still I don’t seem to do it.
I have something in common with Barack Obama. Turns out when he was a student at Harvard, he lived in Somerville and had a number of unpaid parking tickets. He just paid his, and I just paid mine.
Yesterday I started crying when I got ready for work. I really didn’t want to go.
I’m taking Prudence’s advice and taking a couple of days off.
Today is David Hasselhoff’s birthday. KIT got him a Speedo. Also, a ticket to Japan.
Today is not David Hasselhoff’s birthday. It is a better day.
I looked up my birthday on IMDb too. I share a birthday with one Ugo Bologna.
I also share a birthday with Kristy McNichol. Ain't I cool?
“My Favourite Book” is my favorite song on In Our Bedroom after the War, the latest release from Stars. I feel a bit guilty about downloading it from iTunes months before it’s available on CD. It doesn’t give retailers much of a chance in this ever-shrinking music business. What will this world come to, I wonder.
B***** in Tokyo is another beauty. I got a snazzy speaker set up for my iPod, so now my downloaded music is no longer confined to little ear buds.
Why did I take so long to pick up The Wind Up Bird Chronicle? Talk about addictive reading.
What is going on with this guy? He’s having psychic sex and hanging out in the bottom of a well with a portal to a hotel? I want whatever drugs he’s taking.
I finally went to an IKEA store. It was completely overwhelming. I’ve never seen so many shovey people jockeying for Swedish meatballs in my life.
The flies on the wall were laughing their arses off watching me attempt to assemble my clothes rack. I felt like a high school boy—If I just shove it a little harder, this thing will get in there!
There’s a ton of my useless crap in my future roommate’s room, and I have to get it out of the room by Friday. Ordinarily I wouldn’t balk at such a task, but since the last time I schlepped stuff up and down stairs, I couldn’t walk for a month, I’m not eager to try it again.
It’s out of her room and all over the apartment. Hence, the days off.
I’m sick of being an adult. I want summer vacation.
Unchanged. Will probably remain unchanged for the rest of my life.
Fifteen more minutes, and I get to go home.
Sigh… More than that.
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Oh, Sassy, I'm sorry that you were crying. I know that some days just going through the hoops and being responsible certainly makes you feel trapped. I had a meltdown once in the middle of a double shift waiting tables when I was just so tired of being in that space.
Take heart and enjoy your book. It's a nice respite from reality.
I hate when Blogger swallows the first comment.
I used to do that crying thing before work when I worked full time. I spent my entire days listening to people who had problems that were far worse than mine, yet I found myself thinking that I couldn't believe that I had spent so much money going to school to have to listen to them all day.
I finally was able to go part time when Liv was born. I kept meaning to go back, but I haven't yet. If I didn't have Bing to pick up the slack from my paycheck, I would probably still be crying.
Maybe it is the heat. Well, that helps, doesn't it? My mother used to use that for everything. It was always weather related. Her favorite thing to say was, "We need a big storm to blow away the blues."
Here is hoping for a big thunderstorm. And lots of wind to blow away the blues....
"I'm sick of being an adult, I want a summer vacation."
Here's hoping you get one hun. Hugs xoxox
Ah, it's one of those days, then. I've had them before.
Will you get some kind of vacation soon, even if it isn't for a whole summer?
I have to pay my parking ticket or my registration’s going to be revoked
I've done that. Except I forgot completely about it and moved house. My license was revoked and I didn't know until I tried to register my car again. At the time I was employed as a delivery driver.
Enjoy your book, mate. It's good to escape.
Cheers,
Vic
Oh dear, sorry you're in wah mode. It's the downside of being a sensitive type. The upside is the great filtering of experience into writing that you do.
Chin up, Sassy! You're young and pretty so stop whining!
And if you like Murakami, try "Kafka On The Shore" next. It's even better.
I suck at being an adult as well. Buck up buttercup. This wretched week is half over.
Poor Sass! You should take a Lalapalooza Day... everyone needs one.. I think you should be "ill" on friday and have a long weekend and refill!
A little vacation time seems like just the ticket to clear away the blues. Be good to yourself!
lol, great post! I too am sick of being adult. This inspired me to check out who shares my b-day and it turns out to be Joe Piscapo and Barry Manilow - yippy!
I felt like a high school boy—If I just shove it a little harder, this thing will get in there!
Giggled my tits off over this one..
Let me write out a perscription for the summer blues you are now experiencing Sass. Anything you want you got it.
and doesn't everyone who lives in Somerville get lots of parking tickets? kinda goes with the territory aaahhhh the high price of city living -gotta love it
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