June 2007


So Saturday I got a new car. It cost me 87 cents more than the check from the insurance company. I feel like I did okay overall. As I said it’s the same car I had before but gold instead of black. It’s cute and I love it. I need to decide what to name it. She might be Mendoza, but I’m not 100% sure yet.

Last night we had Sunday dinner, like we do, but a bunch of folks came and it turned into a somewhat beer soaked summer porch party. It was fun. I like Tennessee.

Today I took my car back to the dealership for new tires and new brakes. They gave me an 05 Impala to drive while they have my car. I hate it. It’s seriously like the least sexy car ever. Totally a gramma car. How could do that to the Impala, Chevy, how?

Tomorrow my 14 year old sister gets here for a ten day visit. Which means I won’t be online at all, or maybe I’ll be online a lot depending on what she wants to do. She’s usually pretty happy playing on her laptop and IMing her friends, but I want to some fun stuff while she’s here too.

It’s gross, really gross, but isn’t Dirty Jobs is really the best thing on TV. Oh, Mike Rowe, why aren’t there like a million of you? Or you know, I’d settle for two or three if one of your clones lived up the street from me and was in love with me.

I have bug bites EVERYWHERE. Must be summer in Tennessee.

Car has been bought. It’s pretty much exactly the same car I had but in a different color. No car payments. All is well with the world. Well except Dean Winchester has not shown up on my door step and asked me to run away with him.

Oh, LJ permanent account time is one of those times when I wish I had a sugar daddy. I find I can often achieve things that seemed impossible (moving to Tennessee with no money, meeting bands I love and seeing them for free, etc.), so it’s curious that I haven’t yet really applied myself to the sugar daddy thing yet. I wonder if I couldn’t make it work somehow.

I wish I could DL things at work. As it is, I should have some sort of running list of things I think I want that I can’t look up until I get home. Today it’s the the Housemartins’ London 0 Hull 4. I blame Tom Morton for reminding of songs I loved years ago and haven’t heard in forever.

Speaking of needing a sugar daddy, Would that I was flush this week, I would bid on every single size L dress here. I swear, it’s an entire eBay shop of nothing but exactly the dresses I’ve been looking for. I’m irresponsibly considering bidding on one or two. Irresistible, I’m telling you.

I am not wearing a pretty dress today, just a mildly wrinkled, army-green knee length skirt and t-shirt in lighter green with sort of a tattoo print screened over it, sparkly green flip-flops, braided hair. It’s true, I can barely be bothered to dress myself decently this week. It’s kind of sad.

All things considered I’m in a good mood today. It could be the 11 hours of sleep I got over the course of yesterday afternoon and last night. Or maybe it’s because tubenerd gave me a ride to work this morning and he’s swell.

Um, does anyone have an mp3 of Outkast’s “Hey Ya!” for me?

I went after work and got the check for my car and cleaned the last of my possessions out of it. I t was sad, though I didn’t cry like I thought I would. Then I came home and slept the sleep of the dead for four hours. Now I feel vague and strange. But I got up and Kassie had made me my favorite dinner ever and possibly there’s Deadwood to be watched later, so my life is good.

If you are feeling unhappy, or out of sorts like me, I suggest you listen to this song over and over until you are dancing around the room to it: Dancing with Joey Ramone – Amy Rigby (click to download)

I am having an ice cream bar for lunch because that is one of the perks of being a grown up. Car shopping on the other hand is probably around the 5th or 6th circle of hell.

ETA: Maybe two ice cream bars and multivitamin? Yeah, that sounds about right.

Thank you so much for every one who gave me hugs, condolences and general outrage about my car.

What happened: I was sitting at a dead stop, waiting to make a left turn (off Shelby on to 14th for those who know East Nashville) and the girl behind me dropped her water bottle as she crested the hill. She “just looked down for a second” and ran into me at 35 miles and hour. I was thrown in to the intersection (luckily no one was in front of me) and managed to pull through and pull over. There was really cute guy building a retaining wall on the corner and ran over and made sure I was okay, and called the cops. The girl and I exchanged info and waited for the cops. Blah blah blah. Then I said good bye to the cute guy and his cute co-worker and drove home (Cute guy said, “I knew you were okay when I saw the very first thing you did after you were hit was throw up your hands and say “What the fuck?!?!”). At the time it looked like my bumper was damaged, broken tail lights and my muffler was hanging precariously close to the ground. I called my insurance company, filed a report and then called the girl’s insurance company where I was told she didn’t have an active policy. I called the girl (and, for the record, I’m giving everyone the benefit of the doubt from here on out) and she seemed confused and said she’d call me back. After few calls back and forth she said that for whatever blah blah reason her insurance payment hadn’t been made for May so the policy was lapsed. She offered to pay out of pocket. I called my insurance company, where I have pretty good coverage, and they said they’d pay for it minus a small deductible and that they’d negotiate with her to get her to pay me back the deductible and then go after her for their expenses. Such as it is. I take the car into the body shop only to be told that the frame is cracked and there’s severe impact damage to the body of the car. In short it’s totalled and they are going to call me today to tell me the assessed value of the car and cut me a check for that amount. Which is better than having the engine fall out or something and just not having a car, but it’s an older car and so the pay out won’t be like winning the lottery or anything. I’m hoping to get something decent here. The good news is that I can get better car for less money in Tennessee than I could in Seattle. I’m okay, not hurt or anything. My insurance company is most likely going to sue the girl that hit me to try and recoup their expenses which is sort of sad because she worked and Krispy Kreme and her life is probably pretty fucked right now. (Though who knows maybe she was a student with rich parents or something, I’m trying not to worry about her as I have enough of my own problems.)

My insurance is taking care of me as best it can. Sadly I had no coverage for a rental car (I’m not sure why, I’ll have to investigate that when I get a new policy for the whatever new car I get). So I’m at the mercy of my friends to get me around for a few days. Last night I called a coworker and asked him to give me a ride in this morning. He said he was leaving early and I said fine, I’d text him in the am. I texted him at 7 am and asked what time he was leaving. He wrote back at 7:50 and said he’d already left. Hey, man, if you didn’t want to give me a ride, you could have just said no. I’m kind of bitter, especially since I’ve given him half a dozen rides that were WAY out of my way. I’m not above taking the bus, however, the bus system here is incomprehensible at best. So I can only hope that this process of being able to get a new car doesn’t drag out forever.

Also, I’m not entirely over losing my car. I mean that specific car. It was the first (and so far only) new car I’ve bought. I bought entirely myself, with no down payment and paid it off forever. It’s finally paid off and it’s been a very good, reliable car to me. It drove me and Hols to Nashville! It’s taken me everywhere for nearly a decade and I guess I’m kind of ridiculously attached to it and now it’s gone. :(

I remain hopeful that this will all work out positively for me. I feel fairly adrift right now. Like last night I thought “oh, I should go grab that CD to listen to in the car in the morning” and then realized there was no car! WAH! Also I still feel a little freaked out by the accident. Sure, I complain about how poorly people drive here and yes, I try to always be aware of it and compensate, but somethings you just can’t anticipate, yeah?

Again you guys are awesome for all your supportive comments and all. Big love on all your heads. You are the bestest flist ever.

My car is totalled. I’m pretty much completely fucked.

Car will hopefully be fixed in a few days. Kassie made me steak and lima beans and salad with dried cherries, blue cheese, walnuts, little wee lettuces and vinegarette. My life could be worse. Still I want my mom. Or maybe Matt Damon could come over and let me put my head in his lap and he could stroke my hair while I watched TV? I’d settle for Jensen Ackles. Or the really cute landscaping guy who made sure I was okay after the accident and called the cops for me.

Annnnnnnnnnnnd I got rear ended on the way home from work. Car pretty much undriveable (muffler’s dragging). And it appears the other driver may not be insured, despite having given me insurance information. I’m covered on my end, but that’s not really the way I’d like this to go. I should just be glad I’m not hurt, right?

After two weeks of carefully scrutinizing the sky every time I get out of the car and rolling up the windows at the sight oven the smallest cloud, I left my driver’s side window down last night. And of course it rained like hell this morning. Now the whole car is damp and the driver’s seat is soaked. And the sky is still threating looking, so I can’t even leave the windows open and hope the heat will steam a little of the damp out.

Spilled coffee on myself getting out of the car.

And, uh, what else? Okay, I can’t think of anything else to complain about, just it’s Monday and it’s too hot in my office and I’m sort of damp everywhere from the wet seat and clean up of the coffee. And just whine whine whine whine.

Can I blame it all on Mercury Retrograde?

I had a surprisingly calm and dare I say relaxing weekend. If only it had been much longer.

If you wanted the Cory/Ben tracks, they are in the post before this one, or the one before that. Somewhere, anyway. I finished cutting them up Friday and put them up.

Um. I read books this weekend too, which I will post about over at Vox sometime today. I’m advocating for 3 more hours in each day to which I swear I will devote to reading if the universe will just give them to me.

For those who want it, selected tracks from the Cory and Ben show the other night. You download them here. There’s about nine more tracks I’m willing to share as well, if you’re feeling completist and don’t care about quality, drop me a note and I’ll give you a link for those. And there’s a handful of tracks that will hopefully never see the light of day until I’m dead. If you’re really completist and you feel you need to have those, you’ll have to negotiate with me, and it will cost you a gift/boon/offering of some sort. Seriously, while I am apparently willing to humiliate myself publicly by being drunk jackass at a show, I don’t really need a recording of it spread all over the internet for all posterity. Fortunately most the songs that I find unshareable are ones that are on albums or have lots of other bootlegs floating around the net, so you aren’t missing much. As it stands what you get here should pretty much show exactly what it’s like to be at a show with me.

Ow ow ow ow ow! Sunburn! Ow! Can not find the Bactine since we moved. Ow ow ow ow.

We had our new neighbors over last night. They seem pretty nice. And the girl basically asked if she could pirate our wireless connection. Then later revealed that she works in a boot store and offered to bring us free shoes. I suggested that she could do anything wanted with our wireless connection. Have at it!! Seriously, internet connection in trade for boots? Uh huh!

Tonight is the Cory and Ben show. (Cory Branan and Ben Nichols for those of you who haven’t been obsessively reading everything I write.) I already feel hungover in anticipation of it. Also so giddy that I can’t even really think about it.

I can’t stop listening to the new Avett Brothers CD. I was going to give y’all a track from it, but I couldn’t pick just one so here’s a few:
Die Die Die (click to download) – lyrics
Paranoia in B-Flat Major (click to download) – lyrics
The Weight of Lies (click to download) – lyrics
The Ballad of Love and Hate (click to download) – lyrics

I really wanted to include the lyrics, so I did, but that site is so full of grammar problems and the occasional completely wrong lyric that it’s almost not worth linking too. However, it’s the only place I could find the lyrics to the new songs.

I am still looking for someone to draw a tattoo design for me. It’s fairly simple (for people who can draw anyway) and I have examples and stuff to explain what I’m looking for. Any takers? Any at all?

Oh holy fucking goddamn hell, how did I miss THIS when it was originally available!?!?! Seriously considering prostitution so I can get myself one now. Ryan! Seth! Atomic County comics! WANT WANT WANT.

Sadly should money magically appear, the things I need more than on OC messenger bag include bras, furniture, dishes, and you know, food and stuff.

I should be working. Instead I keep finding more and more things I like. It’s called procrastination, kids, and you should always avoid it.

I swear, the less people there are in the office, the less work I get done. It’s a direct correlation.

Anyone want to take a stab at drawing my next tattoo for me?

I can not stop listening to this song: Golden Smog -Scotch on Ice (click to download)

Why do I not have coffee bringing minions? Or perhaps some one to cook me an easily portable, tasty, healthy breakfast every morning and send me off with like a little thermos of iced coffee? I swear, I should get on that getting really rich thing, because clearly taking care of myself isn’t working out so well for me. I’m starving! I have no coffee!

Yesterday we got lots of exciting, awesome new CDs in the mail for free! This blogging thing doesn’t pay for shit, but at least someone thinks K and I are up to listening, so that’s something, eh?

After ripping all the the CDs to my iPod I went to clean out the closet. Ack. I haven’t put away any clothes or anything since we moved and it was getting hard to find things. a couple hours and a few whiny phone calls later, Jed came over to help, followed later by tubenerd, and they proceeded to make me try everything on and tell me what was working and what wasn’t. I now have four massive trash bags of clothes to give to charity. I feel lighter! Freer! Never mind that I still have more clothes left than one person probably needs.

Of course when I was all done putting stuff away and exhausted, the cable was out and the internet too. Fucking goddamn dicksmoking Comcast. There was way too much asshattery getting it “installed” already. If you define installed as as time-wasting bullshit where they fuck your cable all up, can’t get your internet to work and leave you with a set up that makes it impossible for you to use your Tivo, then yes, they installed it. And now, it doesn’t work at all again. Please not ask K about her interactions with the cable company or anything because, honestly, I do not want her head to explode. (The cable went out right when she sat down to watch the hockey game last night–and then the customer service lady told her that it probably didn’t work because our neighbors unhooked it to steal our service. What the fucking fuck?) Hopefully TV and internet at home tomorrow. We’ll see. If they send the same guy as they sent last week, I fear I’ll have to bail K out of jail.

I’m still starving. Writing this also did not solve my coffee problem.

ETA: coworker brought me coffee and coffee cake. The world is looking a little brighter.

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I got a random MySpace message from a friend from college who I haven’t seen or heard from in at least 8 years. I always have a hard time knowing what to say to people like that. Like, here, let me encapsulate the last decades worth of news and goings on into a few paragraphs for you. It’s just not possible and really highlights how hard it is to keep up with people you care about if you aren’t on top of it doing it regularly. I’ve been a terrible correspondent lately to everyone, most especially my closest peeps. Sorry, I can’t promise to be better. It seems lately I’m just getting flakier and flakier. I’m sure I’ll get it back together. Eventually.

Thanks for all your thoughts for my mom. So far she seems fine, if a little doped up.