April Blahs bring May Hurrahs.

Hello Internet. It’s been awhile. This freak re-occurrence of winter in Chicago has made me irritable, so I haven’t really felt like doing much of anything, and I don’t want to bog the old Internets with my winter doldrums and tales of woe.

This is what it looked like outside my apartment the day that my Man turned 26, this past Wednesday:

Gross. Poor Steve. What crappy birthday weather. And on a Wednesday, too? Insult to injury.

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Also, I seem to be overemotional lately, another thing I don’t want to subject anyone to. Example: just last night, the Wizard of Oz episode of Scrubs had me in tears. The tears continued on, through a commercial about how anyone can help when they become organ donors. At one point, someone says, “A Cubs fan can even help a White Sox fan.” I don’t know why that hit me, but holy floodgates, Batman.

Although, if I HAD the choice, I don’t think I’d want some stupid Cubs fan’s stupid kidney. Yeah. I said it.

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Anyways, here are a few things:

1. I want to subscribe to this. Seriously. A t-shirt in the mail every six weeks? Awesome. They’re made with American Apparel shirts, too. Even though I think Dov Charney's sort of a soft-porn fetish weirdo, the Woman's M shirt fits me like a frickin' glove. Anyways, the descriptions inside the T-Post shirts are pretty great, too...I think something might have been lost in the translation from Swedish to English with some of them. Even more charming.

2. Have you seen Grindhouse yet? If not, gosh, what are you waiting for? Go see it, and then go get the soundtrack, especially to “Death Proof.” “Hold Tight” by Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick and Tich has been in my head for days, and that’s a good thing. Especially when I think of the awesomely violent part in "Death Proof" where the song is playing....

3. My addiction to Flickr continues to worsen. I swear, I check my Contacts' photos before I even check my email. My favorite Flickr contacts lately have been this mother/daughter trio from Rhode Island: melisdramatic, iggy sodashell, and eyeballjellomold. I can't explain it, but the love and family together-ness sort of oozes out of their photographs. They're great.

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That's about all I've got, Internet. I'm watching two retrievers and two German Sheperds at a home in the suburbs this weekend. See, I have this side gig where people pay me way too much to house/dog sit for them. Really, what I do is eat their food, watch their cable, and sleep on mattresses that aren't pieces of shit like mine. Oh, and I get to do my laundry. Free laundry? Pretty sweet. I must say, though, that this time I'm afraid I miss my little family and my ugly little apartment a little too much to really enjoy myself.



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Over and out, y'all.