"a sorcerer of awesome lawncare"

Because I'm REALLY on task with this whole I-need-to-find-a-place-to-live-and-move-to-DC thing, I've been reading this website and it's hilarious and original and amazing and more people should know about it. Please, read "Lawnmower of Doom."

"Man, it was going to be so fucking awesome it was not even fucking funny."

A brief conversation with bobcurry, Part II

The phone call:

*ring ring*
B.C.: What happened? [that's how he answers the phone when I call]
Me: Hey dad! Guess WHAT.
B.C.: What?
Me: I got the job!
B.C. Uh oh, I don't know if that's good or bad news.
Me: What? Why?
B.C.: Cuz now you have to WORK! You had a pretty good set up going before. Now you'll be working for, let's see.. *doing calculations in his head* 40 years!! hah! Big mistake...

Thanks, Bob. Always uplifting.

um...what?!

Lauren and I stumbled across this gem while looking for my future pet and were crying laughing. W.T.F.

" I will make any color or pose you want."

The age-old dilemma

I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
he said to me, you must not ask for so much

and a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
she cried out to me, hey why not ask for more?

Lines from a Leonard Cohen song, Bird on a Wire. I like k.d. lang's version better. Think Johnny Cash did it, too. Can be applied to much of life. Put in brain. Swirl.

I'm moving to Washington, D.C. soon, and experiencing one of those big-change-in-life moments that's left me feeling uprooted and homeless, more than in the literal sense. Atlanta has come to feel like home for me, which I never thought I'd say if you'd asked me 6 years ago when I moved here for college. I guess that would have been right around this time of the year, too. So I guess it's been 6 years this month. Crazy. It's time for a new city.

You can't fully appreciate something until it's gone for a while, right? Capitol City, here I come!

not so fast...

Can't leave without a little reminiscing.

What I'll miss about our little house on Marlbroke Drive:
-the roomies: (note Boom Boom Belinda on the far right looking FABulous)
- the location! I heart Candler Park : (
-throwing fabulous gallery opening parties:- Juno peeing on Beth's couch

- those 5 or 6 times I tried to burn the house down and/or poison Beth with my cooking
- speaking of, gourmet dinners consisting usually of Tuna Helper prepared by Beth and I
- dance parties in the living room which Juno did NOT approve of
- stumbling out of my room each morning at an ungodly hour to find beth by the glow of her computer, apparently up for 3 or 5 hours already, and/or olivia telling me i look like a "baby kangaroo"


What I won't miss:
- flaming dryers
-$200 water bills and monthly calls to the incompetent employees at the Department of Watershed Management
-sloping floors so that when I pull my chair up to my desk, I roll backwards across the room
-2-3 spiders in the shower EVERY time I entered it (ok ok, which isn't so often but still.)
-cabinets falling off the walls
-olivia watching Dr. Phil every day at 5 ; )
-the murder stain (there when we moved in, mind you.)

- that time when 1,000s of termites emerged out of the shower drain in above bathroom then all mysteriously died 10 minutes later only to be told by our landlord (on the phone) that surely they weren't termites. yeah, i won't miss that.
-the dripping faucets, the running toilets, the cabinet doors that wouldn't close, and all the other annoying broken things in our crackden. good riddance!