…half baked and full of cheese!
I’m watching a special on public television about kids with cancer, and it’s killing me. there is a kid named Justin who is just reminding me so much…
why am I watching this? seriously. I should be watching food network.
I should be packing.
cleaning.
I hope Justin makes it. and little alex.
oh shit. there’s a part 2. I may never know.
shit.
My kitchen is somewhat back together, and tonight I made a real meal for the first time in god-knows-when.
it was gooooooooooooood.
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flooring still not done, but still so close.
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I finally talked to my brother, and if he can find the drawings he did of the tattoo design, getting my tattoo should not be problem. He’s pretty sure it’s in the shop, and he’s pretty sure that the owner will let him in tomorrow*. Also, I found out he has a myspace site. On it, he has a meme in which he states, among other things, that the last time he had sex was yesterday.
Let’s file that under “things I never need to know about my brother.”
*have I covered this here? Brief synopsis: my brother worked for Eric (aka: total fucking asshole loser), who, one day, decided that paying rent on the tattoo shop was no longer priority numero uno. Landlord is pissed, refuses to renew the lease, locks them all out, and seizes all the stuff inside. My brother is in the process of negotiating a lease with the landlord to open up his own shop in the same location, with a different name. There’s all sorts of bullshit he has to go through first, and Eric is contesting the whole “seizing of property” thing in court, but I can’t see where he has a leg to stand on - he owes the landlord something like $8000. So while my brother doesn’t actually have the lease in hand, it should soon become a done deal.
My brother will be a small business owner. Frightening.
other funny part of the conversation
ESC: so how is eric taking this?
bro: Oh, he’s thrilled, actually. couldn’t be happier for me.
ESC: really?
bro: NO, he’s fucking PISSED!
Wow. Lots of people had something to say about where I should get my tattoo. Of course, I’m going to ignore most of it and get it where I want to. but still, wow. Thanks! After all this, though, I hope I actually get one. I tried to call him - cell number temporarily disconnected. Hmmmm…
Many things going on this week, with very little time to do them. I need to get as much done in the lab as possible before friday, because 1. I am SO VERY VERY CLOSE to finishing lab work so I can start writing full time. Oh so very painfully close. and 2, because I am flying to pittsburgh on thursday, and even though it’s been on our lab calendar for a couple of months, I will still have to remind boss lady, and she will give me the “I can’t believe you’re leaving when you are so close to finishing and oh you REALLY need to get started writing full time because you REALLY need to graduate soon” look, and I need to be able to say “I did this this this and this this week, and while I’m gone, these plates will be in the incubator, and this sequencing will be out, and I’ll have this data to look over while I’m gone” and she will roll her eyes and say “I hope you’re not planning any MORE little trips this summer.”
My life is fun.
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Flooring 0, us 1
OK, it’s more like flooring 5, us 3…but we’re gaining! flooring is ALMOST DONE! So very close to being done! And oh my GOD shoot me if I ever attempt anything like this again! I will PAY someone to do this for me from now on.
THIS is why we need illegal immigrants!
(KIDDING! SHEESH! take a joke, people)
When you have carpeting, you don’t realize that you’re walking on the most uneven floor in the world. Or maybe it’s just easier to ignore. 100lbs of floor leveler later…we’re golden. Of course, all my furniture is still piled up in the middle of the living room and dining room. BUT the end is in sight. Or it better be, or I’m going to fucking kill something.
It might actually be a good thing that everything is in disarray here. Tuesday morning a mover from Duke is coming to check out the lab and then go to everone’s home to see what he’s dealing with. Our moving expenses are going to be COVERED, which is sweet. So while the condo is a complete and total disaster, when he gets here, we can just say “see that pile? that’s pretty much it” Everything else is in storage.
My official “will become a Duke employee” date is now Nov 1. Damn, I need to get writing.
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a positive note
Did I mention we got our rings on friday? Yeah. I called friday, and bitch said “I PROMISE they’ll be in tonight or tomorrow morning.” She called a few hours later at 6pm - it’s IN. So I GOT MY ENGAGEMENT RING BACK! Oh, also, the wedding bands are pretty spiffy, too. Kev’s ring looks like this (top right), and my ring looks like my engagement ring, only without the stones. But the IMPORTANT thing is, I have MY RING back. In time for at least ONE of my showers. Hooray! (and NOT the golden kind, OK ed? What do they call them in UK anyway?)
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Conversations around the Evil house:
Kev: so we should go to bed early so we can get up early and start working on the floor.
ESC: OK, early. So we should probably get up at, say…the crack of 10 and work?
Kev: hehehehe…I like you
*next morning, actual time, around 11*
Kev: OK, we really need to get up and start on the flooring
ESC: *groan* can’t you just bring the wood in HERE?
Kev: hehehehehehe…why YES I CAN!
ESC: NOT what I MEANT!
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ESC: …I heard it on the radio a while back that in the top 5 women’s fantasy list, the rape fantasy is something like #2.
Kev: really?
ESC: not that women WANT to be REALLY raped, EVER…but there’s a little bit of fantasy about it.
Kev: well, yeah, right? Like, not raped by stranger, but “raped” by your boyfriend in a romantic sense?
ESC: yeah, I suppose. or, you know, a handsome stranger…where you pretend it’s against your will and you “struggle” a bit.
Kev: uh…huh.
ESC: or like a tall muscular rough character kind of guy…
Kev: *annoyed* uh HUH! dammit!
ESC: …with a gigantic *mfffmfmffff*
Kev: *covering my mouth with his hand* DAMMIT!!!!!
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