fractured in the echo and sway

Oh. My. Butt. I cannot get "I want to be inside your heaven" out of my head. It is not cool.

I am glad that Carrie won, if you were wondering. Bo sucked it on Tuesday.

The dentist was fantastic, thanks for asking. I made three more appointments just because I want to see him again and again. And again. But yeah, this problem is solved (maybe?) and now I can deal with other much smaller problems. Hooray!

Hmm. What else? Every show ended, which is hot. This way I can focus on "Blow Out" (why did no one tell me this was coming back!?!?!) and "Rescue Me." And maybe ever catch up on the 25 hours of "Lost" on the DVR. No, really. I haven't watched one episode yet. Also, maybe I can do things like not watch TV and have a life? Yeah, maybe.

It is Fleet Week, and in Times Square (where I work, kill me) there was a lady on a stage singing "I Will Survive" dancing with sailors. Wow.

I love my sneakers.

my roots go deep into the earth

So what have we missed? Ah yes, the magical molar incident, wherein the crown that lives where my molar once did (well, it still does, there's just less of it) popped out (While chewing gum -- which I was chewing especially obnoxiously on the crown because it was wiggly. Yes, I am one of them. Who isn't?). This was at first just gross (Attached to the cap? Cement. And a screw? Oh Lord.) and later increasingly painful. You know that pain, to the point where you're wishing you had a gun? I've never had a baby, so an angry hateful molar abcess (pull a screw out of your jaw and see how your gums like it) is as bad as it gets for me.

So yeah. The ungodly swelling seemed to mostly pass during a Sunday nap, so I was able to stop taking ibuprofen by the handful every hour. I have a dentist appointment finally tomorrow night. Thrilled about it. Love full-time freelancing by the way. Non-stop work, still paying cash at the dentist. Sweet.

Didn't that one song on "American Idol" tonight sound like they were saying "I want to be inside forever"? Because I was like, "Hells yeah." It's high time people like me had a song. Although after a weekend inside crying, I started to miss the outside world. I wasn't missing it one bit by 5:10AM on Monday.

I wonder if we will sell the car this week. We just might. There are happenings happening in that area. Wish us luck.

Oh! And!
Best things about "Star Wars" (the hype, not the movie. Yeah, I might see that):
- Village Voice headline: "May The Force Be Over"
- Chewbaca ringtones commercial - "I love it, now make me hate it."

it's not much, but it's the best I've got

There's this weird noise in the backyard (I use that term very loosely), like a sprinkler, which would be funny since there is no grass is this loosely-termed backyard. I just investigated it, and it is Hot Son on an exercise bike. He has on a white undershirt (my favorite) and is getting a little totally all sweaty.

Although I can't figure out a good way to spy on him without being seen (ACK! What if he looks up?) I must admit that the week is getting better.

my clumsy tired adorable foil, I couldn't miss you more

So Diet Coke with Splenda isn't totally gross. It's not Diet Coke with Sugar (man, that would be hot), but it's alright. I think I like Diet Pepsi Vanilla the best, because it sort of tastes like alcohol. I can pretend to be drinking vanilla vodka and coke. Which is fun at work.

If you eat 1/2 a pineapple, you kind of acid-burn your tongue. Well, at least I did.

I am so glad tomorrow is Friday. The only better thing would be if tomorrow were Saturday instead.

Remember when I used to be cool? Remember when we played "Which character in this ensemble movie are you?" and when we got to "Stand By Me" I always got to be River Phoenix? Always always. Because I was so cool? Now I am a scared nervous tentative loser dork who is afraid of laughing of shouting of talking of just being. And I hate it.

This week sucks.

I swear I won't be stuck up anymore

I don't know if you know this about me, but I work from 6am to 3pm. It might be worth noting that when I was offered the job, the hours were 6am to 2pm, but that's neither here nor there. I knew what I was getting myself into. What I didn't know was that 3pm really ends up being 5pm with alarming frequency. Today I left work early. It was 4:05. Please note: That is not early.

Anyway, I think in the future this sick practice of staying 11 hours at work (with no break, obviously) will end. Things are going to change, I can feel it.

Hey, when I go to Las Vegas for Labor Day weekend, do you think I'll get married? Because I do. And I'm staying married, too. So look out.

Speaking of married, Sloan (who I am married to, in a way) put out this CD/DVD set, and it is good. Maybe the best thing about it (besides the always hilarious video for "500 Up" -- and I mean that in a good way) is one of the two new songs. In grand Sloan tradition, that wasn't the song they've decided to make 8 videos for (don't ask). The song they decided to make 8 videos for, I hate. Man. Anyway, this song, the one with zero videos, ooh it's so good. It makes me to die.

Sloan is playing at a theater near you. No, for real, why are they playing TTs? How do you go from selling out the Middle East to playing TTs? You know, besides that new song they are making 8 videos for. I am concerned.

This weekend I did a lot of things. On Friday night, I went out for dancing and many drinks. I went to this one place where the bartendress was so lovely and delightful that one of my friends was about to go to the "dark side" (her words, not mine) for her. And not one of my friends prone to the dark side either. But this lady was totally hot. And fun. Who wouldn't want to make out with her? I paid for one drink all night, but I drank 6. It was that kind of night. By the way, it is way better to be getting all your drinks free because bartenders/bartendresses love you, not because you are a whore and/or tease. Just sayin'.

Yeah, so there was dancing, and there were two O'Connell brothers. Here is the story on them: Jerry is totally hot, but way thinner than I expected. But hot. Like tall/skinny hot. I didn't he was that kind. And Charlie is very cute. I thought he kind of looked like a scary monster on TV, but not at all in person. Very cute. And they were exceptionally well behaved young men. Delightful.

The next day I went into the city to buy tickets and spend a million dollars on presents for people I love and also to eat pho. Which is yum. One part of the day was the time I was brave enough to go to Kiehl's for the first time ever. I rule.

At the end of the shopping, instead of going home, we decided to go to the R Bar for one drink which became 5, and also which lasted for 4 hours. And then we walked through the McDonald's drive-thru, which wasn't awesome.

That night, I didn't go to sleep until 3AM. The night before it was 2AM. Did I mention that I wake up at 4AM during the week? Because I do.

Then the next day, Sunday, I woke up at 7:30AM so that I could go to Target and spend $163.00 (better than the week before when I spent $175! How does one spend that much money at Target? Especially 2 weeks in a row? I don't know.)

Is this the greatest entry ever? Maybe I should be writing more often, and then there are fewer of these babbling ones.

Anyway, I did many things this weekend, and it was great. I highly recommend NOT catching up on sleep on the weekend, because think of all the fun ways to spend all your money that you would miss.

The beauty of this is that the Sloan song that I do like, the new one, it is all about not wanting to go out, PS as soon as I learn and love it, all I want to do is go out. This is because doing the opposite of what Chris Murphy does is the best way to live your live. Shh, I love him. He knows it.

miles and miles and miles and miles of chains

It has been a long while, hasn't it? And not even a good long while. Just a long while.

So what's new? Well, I hate work. Well, maybe not work. Maybe it's working that I hate. But still, hate. I keep trying to do the XML/HTML coding right so that the producers will like me better and let me be one of them. I think being a producer would be much more fun. I'm trying to get adopted.

Speaking of hate, I got my brother a T-shirt that says, "Part-Time Lover, Full-Time Hater" which was so fantastically him (some day I'll tell you that "Part-Time Lover" by Stevie Wonder story -- just kidding, Mike. I won't tell). I believe he will never wear it although it is fantastic, but he says he will wear it. So I will just have to wait and see.

I'm selling my car. For a ridiculous bargain. Obsessed fans, take note: This is the closest you will ever get to a piece of me, so buy it now! PS Clearly I should get a job as a car want ad writer. So talented. And check out that coding!