April 2006 Archives

Because…

I'm horny, too!

I still read every post.

I'm not ordinarily a morning person…

But this morning I was grooving loudly to "Jenny," a track by Armand Van Helden—on the album "Nympho."

Just has a really good thump—almost a staccato bass drum. Was making my rear-view mirror jump.

And it's sexy.

If you do the dance/electronica thing, I highly recommend it.

It's going to go on my "Kink" playlist.

Will you please not store thousands of personal photographs on your work computer?

I don't think it's fair for me to spend hours babysitting the copying process from an old PC to a new one just because you haven't gotten around to burning them to CD or whatever.

Plus? Why would you risk someone seeing that much of your personal life? Your work PC is just not private.

So, just stop. Please.

The girls who ask how to say my name—

They're the ones that tip best.

They drop bills in the jar when they think I'm not looking.

When I give them their change, they'll drop the coins in as well.

You love telling me what you want, don't you, baby.

Don't you hate it when you know you have thought of four or five great ideas for blog entries—that you cannot remember? My apologies in advance.

Instead I will rant about the ridiculousness of the fact that I had to work today.

OK, I'm grateful on one level: I'm broke. So very broke. So I appreciate that I was scheduled to work at all. God I hate it that I'm broke.

On the same token, I was scheduled for a four hour shift in the middle of the day. My parents live two hours away. Because of the timing of my shift and the length of time it would take to travel to my parents' home or from my parents' home I was basically prevented from being with them on Easter for the first time in… several years.

Shame on me for not asking for the day off far enough in advance. I take the blame for that, too.

So… then I asked if I could at least leave early?

That wasn't an option, either. My store manager was so excited about all of the projects we were completing that she kept us all until the appointed closing hour.

The amount of business we did today was about 25 percent of the business we usually get on a Sunday.

Fucking Wal-Mart was closed, for God's sake! As was Cub, Rainbow and Target.

So no groceries… but if you want a book?

Gods forgive me.

It was Jail Bait Day at the bookstore today.

I was working the cafe, where they all seemed to be hanging out.

I had to remind myself:

Fifteen will get you twenty… Fifteen will get you twenty…

I get so happy when the sun is out and the weather is warm…

I've decided I really want a bike. A Harley or at least v-twin cruiser. With a little bit extra chrome and a nice rumble.

And I want a hammock. The back yard of the house I live in has a good amount of shade.

Relaxing in the warm breeze is the stuff of dreams.

And it's so now the time for road trips.

Yum.

Which illuminates two things for me:

1) I absolutely loved wielding it. Like, it was joyful and made me giddy.

2) I need to buy a flogger.

My car. The Cadillac.

I named her Ginger because of her golden color.

Because she wears leather.

Because she has a big trunk.

And because I used to like Tina Louise.

:D

That's the last line of an Elvis Costello song from an album that's being promoted at the bookstore. I never notice the song until I hear that last lyric—which fades to audience applause…

I was returning a book to our gardening section. It was called "Pruning and Training." One of the pictures on the cover was of two lemons hanging next to each other on a branch.

I winced.

UPDATE:

I figured out the song. It's called "Speak Darkly, My Angel" from My Flame Burns Blue. I'm not traditionally a fan of Elvis Costello's music, but honestly I'm intrigued by this since I've been listening to it in store. I actually miss that… from when I worked in the record store. There is *so* much good music. And so few outlets for it all.