April 29, 2004

All the while – getting my balls busted at work.

I spoke to Baby Fea on the phone. The tooth. The schedule. The eaten oatmeal cookies. It is OK to go home and start over another day. It is OK to start again.

I spoke to Tom Ericsson on the phone. His cell phone cut out three times while he crossed the great State of Pennsylvania on his way to New York City. Some how this is a poetic statement apropos of a lot of things.

I spoke to Laurie on the phone. It was her last day of classes. We decided to go out to dinner to celebrate. I found another thing that I like to eat at Johnny Mango’s (not an endorsement nor should it be recognized as such).

I spoke to Dirt on the phone. He did an imitation on the phone. So confused was I by his imitation (and so out of it at work), that my stomach clenched up with fear trying to figure out who it was on the phone and I remained discombobulated for the duration of the phone call - long after me figuring out that it was Dirt.

I spoke to Mike “Hook Boy” Uva on the phone today. Calm, cool and collected just days before his wedding day. I wish that I could be so together. I wish that I could be so mellow.

I spoke to my brother on the phone. I told him, at one point - listening to him talk, that it was like having a conversation with myself. It was listening to myself speak. That is both a good thing and a bad thing.

To rise again and kick another ass.

posted by Thea at 9:47 PM

April 28, 2004

After work. Out at the mall. Buying wedding apparel. She was looking at shoes. It takes me only two seconds to confirm that all men’s shoes made right now are made for gay men. I am going to the bookstore. Walking across the parking lot. Towards the Used Record Store. Towards Great Northern Boulevard. A white car. Parked by itself. Door open. Window down. Feet hanging out the open window. What the fuck? Are they letting hobos camp out there now. No. It was no hobo. It was the biggest asshole customer I ever waited on at the Used Record Store. He was the guy that wanted to listen to all of the dollar jazz CDs he picked out before he bought them while telling me that he wanted to test a Discman he might buy. Liar. Warning. Telling a person that they are a liar may cause trouble with that person. Well. This old asshole gave me a hard time every time he came in the store after that. A real hard time. And I grew to hate this old asshole. Still do. And all of the hatred started stirring again while walking to the bookstore where I scored a bunch of books that I was looking for on the cheap. A good night. It got better as Laurie and I were walking the streets of Lakewood, OH and I told her about the old asshole and she knew the guy as well from her own personal Used Record Store and, as it turns out, he lives in Lakewood, OH and I saw where he lives on our walk and I now know where he parks his car. I saw it. Without the feet sticking out the window. I am not saying that I am going to do anything to that car but, you know, sometimes shit happens.

posted by Thea at 9:18 PM

April 27, 2004

I am going to start writing again. In the morning. First. Before anything else. I feel like I am ready to start again. I have ideas. They come when it is quiet. Or I am quiet. So I am having all of these deep thoughts involving bathroom fixtures and buses and file rooms. Scenes that happen in places where I get to think. The ideas are coming. The ideas are coming. Plumbers. Bus drivers. Office workers. It’s probably a good idea for all involved if I get back into it. The only thing I am waiting for is something calendar related to light the fuse. Mayday. May First. Seems like a good day to start something.

My favorite stress ball is MIA at the office. My hand hurts.

Scenes from the Office While BLOGGING:

L. – Are you writing about me?
C. – Yes.
L. – Really?

posted by Thea at 9:22 PM

April 25, 2004

I had pretty much done everything I wanted to do for the day before practice. When the Sinner called me and told me that the Sinner’s Gross Van had died and practice was cancelled, I had nothing to do. So, to quote “Office Space”, “I did nothing. I did absolutely nothing, and it was everything I thought it could be.”

OK. Back to nothing. Talking about nothing will be something (I guess) on tomorrow’s Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show Starring Baby Fea (yea!).

posted by Thea at 9:08 PM