babble
Sunday, October 10, 2004
When I think about you, I kill myself:
I moved that long-ass list post to my livejournal, because it's long and I don't want it here and if you don't like that you can kiss my bunghole.
If you'll pardon me for being a bit baseball-obsessed for a moment, I can'tfuckingwait for the Yankees-Red Sox series to start. I'm going to be in NYC for the first two games, and I would give my left ovary to get tickets to either game, so if you're in the market for a nice, healthy ovary and have access to tickets, please don't hesitate to let me know.
Also, the Dodgers avoided elimination last night in a spectacular fashion. Lima pitched a shutout and my favorite injury-prone Orthodox Jew hit two home runs on top of Finley's two-run double. It was a great game, and gives Dodgers fans hope that they can maybe stop sucking just enough to let them squeeze past the Cardinals and take the NLDS. I'm tempted to call Dodger Stadium and see if they have any tickets available for tonight's game, because I could take my cat-sitter and he'd be so grateful he'd give me daily rimjobs.
However, I have too much to do today - the only reason I'm even at the keyboard at the moment is to do my expenses for my last two trips and check e-mail, but of course I got distracted by this fucking cursed blog. For the rest of the day, I'm going to be cleaning, trying to eliminate my packrattery and doing laundry to get ready to go to New York tomorrow, because a visit to New York requires clean underpants and lots of 'em. I also have to move some paintings around and hang all my photos in preparation for Artwalk, which is next weekend. However, I get back from NYC on Friday morning and I really don't want to spend the 24 hours between the time I get home and the time I open my doors to the unsuspecting suburbanite public cleaning and spazzing out about how I'm not ready. Instead, I'll spend that time driving to the store to purchase a weekend's worth of booze and snacks so I won't have to leave my house during Artwalk, in the true spirit of my hermit-like living preferences.
The usual request: if you live in L.A., come to Artwalk. If you don't, come to Artwalk anyway. Assuming I survive a week in New York carousing with my friends and return in one piece, the Artwalk is guaranteed to be a good time. Plus, I'll have booze and roofies snacks for people I like and nooses arsenic distilled bathwater dirty looks for people I don't. See you there!
babbled by Kat @ 1:22:00 PM |
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