I don’t like TV. There are shows on TV that I enjoy, yes, but overall TV is crass and evil and fills your head with shit. It is a waste of time. While I’ve been known to veg in front of the glass teat myself, it’s a diversion for me and not a lifestyle. TV makes you complacent, stupid, and greedy, and while it does so it systematically makes you think you’re cleverer than you really are while simultaneously undermining your self-confidence. Fuck TV. People who watch too much TV are voluntarily crippling themselves.
In which I am totally out of condition for the kapha Olympics. Took myself out for awesome chile rellenos at Rosita’s on Friday night. Got my hair done on Saturday morning. Went out for sushi with Teh [Now Ex] BF on Saturday night. Did laundry Sunday and watched a vid. Walked the dog a couple […]
In which I accomplish virtually nothing whatsoever. I had plans to get some shit done this weekend, but The Curseâ„¢ arrived and I decided to be lazy instead. I watched a bunch of classic Doctor Who. I ate hash browns with gravy, a weird and completely non-nutritious dish I get occasional cravings for. I knitted. […]
Sunday also just happened to by my one year anniversary of seeing Teh BF. He brought me coffee and flowers in bed that morning and took me out to dinner. In return, I bought brunch and tried not to be a bitch all day.
I still don’t own a car or furniture or kitchenware, and now if I were to leave in search of decent employment opportunities I guess I’d feel strange about abandoning G’ma to live alone. I think she thinks I’m lazy and maybe a bit of an idiot sometimes (and I’m frankly too lazy to disabuse her of such notions), but at least she’s not alone in the house and we do on occasion have hours-long discussions about cooking that are very satisfying to both of us.
In which this morning was your typical stupid Monday morning. I went to bed early, so I woke up early. Very early. Pre-dawn early. I read for awhile. The sun came up. It was bright and cheery until dawn was complete, and then a valley’s worth of clouds rolled in and there was a 4-minute […]
In which I contemplate how stupid I am. And then we talk about clothes! I got wasted on my 21st birthday, of course, but I did very little drinking back then. I started drinking regularly in my late 20’s when I lived in Iowa, mostly because there’s nothing else to do when you live in […]
In which I don’t talk about things because too many people I know IRL actually read goblinbox. My posts have sucked for awhile because I have a lot to say that I can’t say (I’ve been writing awesome posts in my head, though!) on two topics in particular: The first topic is work. I could […]
In which I was born into a world that did not contain the word “blogger.” I’m not going to call myself an early adapter because I’m not. But I have been blogging for about eight years now, and in spite of having lost a shitload of content over the years – server crashes, failed backups, […]
In which I bitch about aging, and the road not taken, and blah blah blah. They say that “40 is the new 30” (which probably is more a nod to the efficacy of modern medicine than anything else) but 40, IMO, is nothing at all like 30. For me, being 40 means that while my […]
