Little Mean Blog

Until Next Year..

2007-07-30T13:21:16Z

Hello people. I survived Blogathon 2007 and hopefully you all will join me again for Blogathon 2008. Anyway, this journal was set up solely for blogathon and therefore I won't be using it until next year. So if you'd like, add my real journal lilmeangirl.

Thank you again to my sponsors! Stymied, Becca, Rachel, Dr. Greg, Andreaa, Mike "the Man" Wilkins and Gary aka Wonderderf. And if you would still like to sponsor me, there is still time. Go here http://www.blogathon.org/pledge.php?blogid=596.

And we are outta here

2007-07-29T12:57:20Z

Ok I am going to sleep now. But before I crash out, let me remind you that you can still SPONSOR this blog. Also check out the Pulmonary Fibrosis Foundation for more information on my charity and to donate. I would like to thank my friend and guest blogger John C for hanging out with me online all night and for filling in for an hour. I would also like to thank my sponsors again for their support. Finally, this whole experiment in sleeplessness and near insanity was to honor my friend Gregory Blake, one of the best people and bloggers I ever knew. OK Good freaking night/ morning whatever it is now...

Vintage Post

2007-07-29T12:29:10Z

It's almost over. Spike is now wide awake and making his weirdo cat noises again. This is part of an old blog I guess. I found it earlier. I have no idea what it's from...

This is probably how it should have always felt-- me sitting on the floor, some barely spiced chicken cooking in the oven, South Central Rain followed by Sunny Day Real Estate, typing on a laptop on the coffee table. Old speakers, new wireless mouse and hopefully all the bugs worked out. Ten minutes from some poem, or not, the prospect of a Sunday afternoon writing class becomes more important than and MFA because today there is no such thing as failure. There’s just me working it out with this new keyboard. I don’t like the reach across to the keys but I like the ease of them. My living room is a mess. The way that MY living room would be. Because it’s mine. There’s something else, something that is only yours. The thing that belongs to you and no one else. The VH1 Behind the Music monologues in the rear view mirror. The full length mirror morning photo shoot. The conversations with your pets or your Robert Smith poster. The laying on the floor listening to Edie Carey by candlelight. Sharing Chinese food off your plate with your cat. The pacts with God. These things, they’re all mine and they’re more comforting than anything else.

1 More Hour

2007-07-29T11:58:15Z

I just noticed this movie stars Luke from General Hospital. I wonder if he left General Hospital thinking this movie would launch his movie career. Probably not since he has a minor role. I can't believe I am blogging about this crap movie. I am eating fruit loops. I can't wait to go to bed. Spike is starting to wake up, he better freaking not get all hyped when I try to get some sleep finally. I will kill him. And then I will blog about it.

it's getting bad

2007-07-29T11:30:14Z

I am watching This movie. Man, it's a fine film. I ran out of DVR-ed shows and there is nothing on. The sun just came up. It was weird because other people were posting sunrise pics and it was pitch black here. Then all of the sudden it was light. I should take a nice walk around the block. Or maybe just the yard. I think around the yard is all I can handle right now.

Yeah so it's 6AM

2007-07-29T11:01:15Z

and even the little kitten has left me. but I still have Pacey and Joey.

um yeah one of my favorite tv moments of all time. yes, underneath all that cynicism and so forth is just a big dawson's creek loving sap. I heart Joshua Jackson.

home stretch

2007-07-29T10:34:01Z

It's bizarre how on most nights when I need to get to bed early, I am too distracted by the TV to go to bed. And tonight, when I have to stay up all night, TV is doing nothing to distract me from bed. I am awake, not even nodding off, but my brain can think of little else than sleeping. Not even my beloved Dawson's Creek is working right now.

In fact, even Spike is now calm. Actually he is more than calm, he's passed the f out. Little brat. He's probably just doing it to torment me.

here is an old essay I wrote...

2007-07-29T10:04:01Z

The other night when I was cleaning out my closet, I found my old leather jacket. I was about to go out to see my friends Nick and Randy spin jungle at a new club downtown. I thought it might be funny if I wore it out, so I put it on. I noticed a familiar rattle in the inside pocket. I reached inside and pulled out a mix tape, appropriately titled, "Bree is stoopid." Ah, my punk rock friends. My friend Chris had given it to me for Christmas in 1998. On the way to the club, I slapped it in my hardly-ever-used cassette player in my car. And out pumped modern-punk classics like The Queers' "This Place Sucks" and G.G. Allen's "Twelve Days of Christmas." For good measure and to accurately display Chris' particular taste in music, the tape also included some Beach Boys and other assorted 60’s pop and the Go Gos’ "Lust to Love."

As soon as I put it in, I could picture my friend Chris scrambling around his basement bedroom for his 7 inches, which were folded in-between piles of dirty band tee shirts and overflowing ashtrays. I imagined him digging through his car, underneath the piles of fast food containers and empty soda cans for the tape with that live version of that song that he knew I would like… I remembered my friend John torturing him for his obsession with the Beach Boys and sappy love songs like All's "She's My Ex" and "Just Perfect." In a way, this tape summed up my friend Chris.

When I got home that night, I decided to look through the rest of my mix tapes. My freshmen year in high school, I was in love with a senior and that summer he made me a mix tape for my birthday, complete with a five page explanation of why he included each song with some background about the bands and songs. (I would later steal this technique for my own mix tapes.) As R.E.M's "You Are the Everything" played, I pictured him cautiously contemplating which songs would relate his distant crush on me, yet not reveal his true feelings too blatantly. (We ended up dating the following summer.) Or at least I hope that's what he did as he laid Julian Cope carefully next to the Beautiful South, adding some of his childhood fairy tale records in-between songs. My last semester of BU I spent studying in London. One night, I ran into a boy wearing a Screeching Weasel tee shirt at a cheesy night club. Using the tee shirt as an opening, I struck up a conversation and by the end of the night we were huddled together in a corner tossing bands we liked back and forth. I mentioned that I didn't have a lot of music because I was limited in what I could take to London to live for a semester. We exchanged addresses, since we didn't have a phone in our flat yet. That Monday, I got a mix tape with a bunch of the bands we'd talked about at the club. My roommates were so impressed with his romanticism that I was embarrassed. After college, I remember my live-in boyfriend's sister nearly dying of shock when she learned that her brother had gone to the trouble of making me a mix tape for Valentine's Day. "That's probably the most romantic thing he's ever done Bree," she said. And while it might seem like much, it was. Making a mix tape is a process.

And while mix tapes don't have to be romantic, I can safely say that all the tapes I've gotten (nearly all from boys by the way) or gave had a lot of thought behind them, if not love or lust or whatever. Anyway, the whole thing got me to thinking about mix tapes-- a concept brought to mainstream Hollywood light when John Cusack gives his dissertation on the art of the mix tape in High Fidelity. I've never been one of those girls who guys buy jewelry or flowers as gifts. I've pretty much always gotten concert tee shirts and mix tapes. And while sometimes this may bother me, I have to admit that there is no better gift than a well-done mix tape.

Mostly because, with a mix tape, there is careful planning and long hours that go into making one. I would lose entire Saturdays rummaging through my collection trying to put together the perfect, customized mix for the recipient. First you drag out all of your cassettes, records and CDs and pick out your favorite songs from each one. Then you think about each song and how cool it will make you look to the other person, meaning if you put the Cure's "Boys Don't Cry" on there because it's your favorite from that album will you look lame? Cos like everybody knows that song. They even play it on the radio. So, you opt for "Grinding Halt" instead. Then you look for obscure songs that only you have, B-Sides, 7 inches, live bootlegs. You try to include songs that represent who you are and you're sure to include enough classics with new music, so you show that you know your shit and you were into this music before it was cool, you know its history. You try and relate every aspect of your personality or mood in music. Then you work out the order. Order is very important. You want to switch up the mood and make sure nothing drags. Then you record it and hope that you songs are planned well enough that nothing gets cut off. Once it's recorded, there is packaging. Collages, drawings, etc… I am not an artist so I stuck to collages and quotes. Making a mix tape was an all day process. It took time and effort and you were limited to your own collection for the most part. Meaning you actually bought everything on there, you owned it, it was yours and therefore a testament to your impeccable taste.

Now with CD Burners and MP3's, I tend to think that making a mix for someone is not the thoughtful, romantic gesture it used to be. In fact, it's too easy. It now takes me less than a half-hour to flip through my MP3's, grab them and burn them onto a CD. Hell, I can even search for songs I don't have, listening to them and then trashing them if I don’t like them, and I can also preview the order 50 times if I wanted to. My program even prints out covers. I'm not saying I mind, but I was just thinking that we might lose an art form with all this technology. Last night I burned two CDs for my friend Kendra. It took me longer to make the covers than to burn the CDs. Now, it's probably better that I have the technology to do it because otherwise, Kendra wouldn't have gotten jack, I don't have days to spend making mix tapes any more, especially not for a chick. But you know, if I get a mix CD for Valentine's Day, I may be pissed. Not that I wouldn't value someone picking out songs they thought I would like, but it would seem somehow too easy. I mean how could dragging and dropping compare to someone agonizing for a day with the record, play and pause buttons and switching from phono to tape? I mean how will indie and punk boys get chicks now? Without mix tapes, I may never get a thoughtful gift from a guy again.

Travel Woes

2007-07-29T09:31:38Z

John C on FLight Attendants...
LAX...Its bad enough waiting for a flight thats an hour and a half late in an airport that has the highest population of people that just don't give a sh*t either about their jobs, or themselves and as in the case last night, both.

But arguing with a Flight Attendant about whether or not my laptop should be checked by security before I board the plane because it had a "suspicious glowing light that could pose a threat to passenger safety" is about all one can take. Trying to explain to someone who would feel threatened by the hibernate light on an IBook why it does indeed glow, and why it will go away within a couple minutes because it is in the process of shutting down was about as useless as it would be to try to teach a Chimpanzee how to make Origami. No no we don't eat the paper, we fooold the paper, ok put the poo down and lets focus.

My most recent flights from hell
Jenna and Paul dropped me off at the airport at 3:30 for my 4:40 flight back to Austin. At about 4:20 when it appeared as though we’d be getting on the plane that was positioned at the gate, I got in line—the C line. Southwest’s open seating policy always does wonders for my self-esteem. I am pretty sure they group you into a seating category according to what price you paid for your ticket. I can think of no other logic. And since it is “open” it throws you into three groups and you’re allowed to get on the plane when your group boards. As a member of the C group, I was allowed to get on dead last when there were no decent seats left.

As I stood in the C for cheap group, I went over every moment in my life when I could have embarked on a career path that would have afforded me more money. Why didn’t I listen to my mother? Why did I waste so much money on booze and books my whole life? Couldn’t I have been the CEO of a large corporation? However, it didn’t matter quite yet because the man got on the intercom and said we’d be delayed because of lightning. Our flight moved from 4:30 to 5:30 on the board. He also said there was “weather” in Chicago that would also be a problem since my “direct” flight to Austin was actually only direct in the sense that I did not have to get off the plane, but it was stopping in Chicago and then Nashville. So I guess in airplane speech, direct doesn’t mean non-stop. Direct means that your plane may act much like a bus, stopping and letting people on and off as you move through the country. So my flight, which should have taken about 3.5 hours, actually would take almost 5 hours. As I was about to get pissed off, the power went out, giving me something to get really pissed off about. An hour goes by and there is no update on my flight. People start getting in line because they are going to miss their connections. But there is no power and therefore the airline people have no computers and are rendered completely useless.

Another two hours go by and they told people to call Southwest to re-book if that is what they wanted to do. The temperature in the airport started to rise to the 100’s because there is no AC. People were frantically trying to get re-booked. I sat there sweating. I couldn’t bear the thought of moving backwards, of making Jenna come back and drive me to the airport all over again. Also my boyfriend is leaving town tomorrow and would be gone over my birthday weekend, so I thought I should get home as soon as possible so we could do something tonight. So I waited. And waited. At about 8 PM the power came back on and another hour or so later my plane left. The plane ride back was long and annoying but after a noisy stop in Chicago when a very southern teenage sports team, their parents and coaches got on, I slept for the rest of the flight. Thankfully the sports team slept as well. They came on the plane loud in full force, but their accents and sense of humor about their own hell day of traveling was comforting.

I got into Austin at 2:40 AM and was in bed shortly thereafter. Although I had a hard time getting to sleep because of the idiots in Adam’s building who think Wednesday night at 3 AM is the perfect time for a screaming drunken party. But it’s good to be back. I got some yummy Mexican food at Curra’s. I drove my car. I said hello to my cat and opened my mail. It’s hot and windy back in Texas. I missed the heat.

Air travel these days blows.

littlemeanblog @ 2007-07-29T04:03:00

2007-07-29T09:03:42Z

Is a Law and Order episode featuring Vincent D'Onofrio too much to fucking ask for? I mean come on people, I've been blogging for like a million hours now. I want my Vinny D fix! If you're curious about my love for Mr. D'Onofrio, you can check out This blog post. People, it's 4AM just so you know.

I have a headache

2007-07-29T08:31:10Z

I hope you all enjoyed your visit with John C. We may bring him back later. I have no idea what his plans were for the evening but apparently he likes blogathoning. The animals have calmed down and seem to be sleeping which is strange since they were crawling all over me while I was trying to power nap. It's too quiet in my house. I used to stay up all night all the time. Like I used to have to force myself to get to bed before sunrise. Man, times have changed. Anyway, John C's blind date post reminded me of this... I so, so love this little video.

With Friends Like This...Dating with John C

2007-07-29T08:06:55Z

My friend has insisted on hooking me up on blind dates recently. I appreciate the effort don't get me wrong, but this is coming from someone who has a different future with a different person every week. By the time she's 50 she will have used up everyone's future, leaving the population to struggle in the present.

The most recent blind date was with someone who was aesthetically beautiful, but also someone who would get the Cliff's Notes version of a Dr. Seuss book because, "she didn't have that class in school". Eeesh, that's L.A. for you. It was much like watching Paris Hilton, in a locked room, not being let out until she solves the Rubiks Cube. After hours of watching her trying to solve it by shaking it like a Snow Globe you just can't take it anymore and have to leave.

So I did, and am on hiatus from any blind dates, ever...

Respect...John C

And now from Guest Blogger John C...

2007-07-29T07:37:05Z

Hello Everyone, Madam Blog Owner is taking a power nap and will return soon...Until then I, John C, will attempt to keep the house from burning down whilst she is resting...

That being said. I am lofting a satchel of burning blog poo at Cosmopolitan Magazine...

Aside from the obvious issues of masturbatory manipulation with this magazine, its insane to see how over the top it can actually get. Why am I reading it? Other than keeping up on the latest fashion that only fits those that can hold a triscuit and the millions of ads that show the genius that is Photoshop (trademark), I read it to feel better about being a heterosexual man...

Everything is a list in this magazine:

4 Things No Guy Wants To Hear
100 Ways to Please Your Man
50 Ways to Wear a Tampon
2000 Ways to Generalize a Gender

Its interesting to me how a magazine can claim to be objective, and have a soapbox mentality approach to "educating" women on how to approach relationships, and yet there are pages upon pages of makeup gadgets and blemish removing products. Why the need to hide who you are and then be the expert on others? Shouldn't one clean off their porch before they try to clean off someone else's? Much love and rouge..John C

Even the Losers Get Lucky Sometimes

2007-07-29T07:01:53Z

Soon I am going to get up and make coffee and get my second wind. But for now, I am resting(ish). I would like to thank my buddy John C for staying up and keeping me slightly alert. I may tag him in a bit to fill in for me. Because this is what I am looking like lately...

it's 1AM and Pacey just spit on the teacher on TV

2007-07-29T06:34:00Z

And for your listening pleasure...John C stand up. The audio ain't so hot, but he is... and funny too. </p>

littlemeanblog @ 2007-07-29T00:57:00

2007-07-29T05:57:55Z

Ok I am tired, two glasses of wine was a bad idea. I have come home and I have started my DVR cable routine. Dawson's Creek is on. I need a snack very soon. The episode where Jack comes out of the closet is on now. Shit, I need coffee. Seriously need coffee. Jesus what kind of a wimp gets tired at 1 AM???

shit

2007-07-29T05:34:34Z

it's 12:30 and I got nothing. just got home. cats are fighting. I am considering drinking more wine, but I am afraid it will make me sleepy.

My interview with John C.........

2007-07-29T05:01:39Z

BreeSocialite: first question, who is the hottest girl on the planet?
Jauncy301: That would be you Bree
Jauncy301: and Kelly Clarkson
Jauncy301: close second
BreeSocialite: um your first answer was better
Jauncy301: hahha
BreeSocialite: what is it about Bree that is so hot?
Jauncy301: first answer it is
Jauncy301: Because she's not "normal"
BreeSocialite: OK... I guess that is a compliment
BreeSocialite: So, you are now a comedian
BreeSocialite: how did that happen?
Jauncy301: She's diverse, intelligent, and doesn't take shit
BreeSocialite: aw, thanks
Jauncy301: Therapy is wicked expensive. Growing up on welfare you learn alternative solutions to shit.
Jauncy301: Stand up is therapy
BreeSocialite: nice.
BreeSocialite: so currently what are you working on.
BreeSocialite: that should be a ?
Jauncy301: Currently I'm working on the upcoming season of SNL, while working on LIL Bush. Also, will be doing a cameo with Will Farrell in a film called Semi Pro
BreeSocialite: nice. now that we have all that out of the way, let's get down to biznass.
Jauncy301: been doing charity work for The March of Dimes as well
BreeSocialite: I actually noticed from your bio that you do a lot of charity work and such. Why is that sort of thing so important to you?
Jauncy301: Mainly because it keeps me grounded. Its so easy to turn a blind eye to what is indeed our reality. Most people are concerned with immediate gratification, especially in L.A.. I'd rather put a smile on someone's face because of a selfless action
BreeSocialite: OK yeah now I am done with these questions that have nothing to do with me
Jauncy301: right on do we get naked now?
BreeSocialite: no, not yet
Jauncy301: can I keep my pants off though?
BreeSocialite: on a scale of one to ten, how bad do you want to get naked with Bree?
BreeSocialite: yeah sure
BreeSocialite: (I may have to edit this for content)
Jauncy301: 12, but the luck I have with women, I'd wake up in assless chaps and a cowboy hat being petted by a hairy tweaker named Brutus
BreeSocialite: awesome
Jauncy301: if thats what you're into
BreeSocialite: you know how much I love the gays, you're probably right
BreeSocialite: so let's go back in time a bit
Jauncy301: assless chaps make my hips look too big
BreeSocialite: mine too probably
BreeSocialite: so on the boston parties mailing list
BreeSocialite: were you or were you not, mr. bigglesworth
Jauncy301: ok...LOL
Jauncy301: I was not
BreeSocialite: YOU LIE
Jauncy301: I was...Entropy
Jauncy301: jk
BreeSocialite: it HAD to be
BreeSocialite: you
BreeSocialite: admit it!
Jauncy301: next question
BreeSocialite: it's been like ten fucking years
BreeSocialite: jesus
BreeSocialite: ok next question
BreeSocialite: when are you coming to drink with Bree?
BreeSocialite: and cook
BreeSocialite: I would also like you to cook
Jauncy301: I would drink Bree's bathwater everyday if I meant I could be there right now
Jauncy301: :-)
BreeSocialite: ha.
BreeSocialite: man, where do you get this shit? You practice
BreeSocialite: ladies and gentlemen, this man, always knows how to make a lady feel good.
Jauncy301: i used to, but bathwater is hard on the stomach
BreeSocialite: seriously where does that slickness come from?
Jauncy301: John Hughes
BreeSocialite: my hero, Mr. Hughes
BreeSocialite: now as a comedian, do you get a lot of ass?
Jauncy301: and being really lonely
Jauncy301: I get a lot of middle aged ass
BreeSocialite: nice!
BreeSocialite: I am middle aged almost
Jauncy301: no its not
Jauncy301: No you're not
Jauncy301: your ageless
BreeSocialite: close
Jauncy301: you're a Siren
Jauncy301: of elegance and grace
Jauncy301: now please
Jauncy301: can we get naked now?
BreeSocialite: jesus, I swear you had a class on pleasing the ladies
Jauncy301: I'm a Cancer
BreeSocialite: me too!
Jauncy301: it seeps through my pores LOL
Jauncy301: I cry during tampon commercials

"She knows what not to share,"

2007-07-29T04:34:42Z

I just overheard that from a nearby table. It reminds me that soon I will have to leave the Green Muse and head back into isolation. And when I get back there, I have another 8 hours to go. I am not worried. I have Vincent D’Onofrio to pull me through. I think I have a few episodes of Law and Order Criminal Intent on DVR cable and if I don’t I have a lot of DVDs. My detour to Lauren’s house was nice. It was also nice to have conversations with human beings in the flesh. There are a more people here now. I should probably go and make friends and video tape some folks. But I am too shy. Maybe I will just video tape them on the sly. My head is really fucking itchy. Here is a picture of me and my wine.

Voice Post

2007-07-29T04:06:24Z

I found some human contact

2007-07-29T03:29:18Z

Things at the Green Muse have gotten more exciting. My friend Lauren showed up with two of her friends. I may have a guest blogger. Here she is...

ahem...so i think ill blog about my ill-fated drive to my cycling class this past thursday. i successfully dragged myself out of bed to go to my cycling class this past thursday, only to be thwarted at every turn!!!
it started when i got on I35, from one of those awful merge lanes where all of a sudden you're on the freeway. i had cleared the 2 cars that were actually in the lane id be merging into when a huge mofo truck decided to change lanes right on top of me and run me out of the lane onto the shoulder! very scary!
i finally got back onto the hwy from the shoulder and then my left eye started tearing up and felt like something awful was in there, that i couldn't get out. this was way worse than ur typical eyelash in the eye situation, it hurt so much i started to not be able to see out of my other eye either, so i took the 1st exit, only to have to wait through 2 red lights to get to a gas station to figure out what was going on w/my eye. im sure i was pretty scary to the other drivers at the light. as a driver, i know i never wanna see someone driving freaking out and picking at their eyes, obviously having a hard time seeing.
theeeennnn, when i got to the bathroom, it was flooded!! eek! ...not to mention the toilet was not flushed and im pretty sure the ppl that went in there after me thought i was the one who did that... : /
anywho, after much flushing out w/water when i got home, my eye tearing up and driving me crazy all day, and an eye dr's visit the next day, i found out that i was having an allergic reaction to my contacts. lesson learned: follow directions for not sleeping in ur contacts!

off to see a movie now~ lizzz

OK thanks Liz. Saved me one out of 49 posts.

I do what my monitor says...

2007-07-29T03:03:29Z

Do Droo... ask and you shall... get what you asked for. Here is a poem on mosquitoes. But not very mean or anything.

Mosquitoes

The mosquitoes in Texas

are different— soundless,

making their presence

known only through

a slight sting, or a bit

of blood smeared

across my skin

after I’ve scratched

their bodies into parts.

And then they’re gone.

Where I’m from, they

make noise, high whining.

They buzzed to the music

of my every young summer.

The sound embedded

into the guitar in Paradise City.

Throwing a tiny

murmur into Classic Girl.

Helicopters sprayed pesticides,

we wished for more quiet.

In My Eyes

2007-07-29T02:37:28Z

This post also comes with music. Stevie B's In My Eyes, which reminds me of junior high school dances. The first one I went to was in a church in Plymouth, MA. And it wasn't a typical church, more like a room in a building that could have dubbed as office buildings. Anyway, I went with my friend heather. I worse a black sweater skirt and a black and white polka dotted shirt with alternating black and white slouch socks. I was in the 5th grade. There was only a few boys there and a whole gaggle of girls. But Shawn Lucier was there and the entire 5th grade had a crush on him. I am sure I maybe did too but I can't remember. Anyway, no one really danced. At subsequent dances I would go and continue to be disappointed as no boys ever asked me to dance. Once Brendon Kelly asked me to dance at a 5 & 6th grade dance to Cinderella. I remember he frantically looked around as the song started and then looked at me and said, "I have to dance to this song. It's my favorite. Dance with me?" Making it clear I was a last resort. I was, of course, just his nerdy friend. And not that he was ultra cool, but he was cooler than me at the time. Proof of this was that instead of telling him to go fuck himself, I happily agreed to the dance because well, I also loved Cinderella and no one else was ever going to ask me to dance.

Say no go

2007-07-29T02:03:44Z

Jesus freaking Christ. I have like 20 mosquito bites from being out there for all of ten minutes. I gave up and moved indoors. I would be completely pissed off about the mosquito bites, but then I put on my headphones, hit shuffle on the party playlist on my ITunes and De La Soul’s Say No Go, came on. De La Soul sampling Hall and Oates. Seriously, there is little better than the smooth brilliance that is De La Soul layered over the perfect pop song writing of Hall & Oates. So yeah, it makes for a better mood.

It’s funny because when I uploaded my De La Soul Three Feet High & Rising CD into my ITunes, the CD was so old that the information didn’t pop up and I didn’t enter it because I was too lazy. So now, I have no way of finding the De La Soul. It’s all under “artist” and the track number. So I only hear it when it randomly pops on. When it does I try to rename the files as what they’re supposed to be but I so rarely listen to random shuffled mixes. Tonight I was sort of hoping it would help with the blogging. And it has. Somewhat. I mean it did produce this diatribe about nothing. Ok I opened the document for my paper on Kim Addonizio, but then I closed it. I really should try to do some work today.

Green Muse

2007-07-29T01:34:01Z

I've made it to the Green Muse for wine and later coffee. I've set myself up a little office and I plan on being here for awhile. My house needs cleaning and I am guessing being stuck there for the last of the blogathon wee morning hours will be enough. I am sitting on the back patio of the cafe and I have already been eaten alive. Oddly enough, it is pretty dead here. Usuallu when I come there is absolutely nowhere to park. Tonight there was plenty of spaces. Probably because it's Saturday night and everyone is out drinking and slutting it up. I have not seen any faux hawks yet, but this is Austin and I expect some soon. Damn, I really should have brought bug spray. I think I am getting eaten alive as retribution for wishing chicken pox on that kid at Austin Java.