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monkey meat and other philosophical discussions

Posted in Crazy Wisdom on Thursday, April 11, 2002 at 12:36 am by flerly.

So…. first, JT may be the coolest person on the planet. Just when I thought salad tongs and cool hamburger-flipping gadgets were nifty, JT buys me the NIN live DVD in DTS. =) You rock, JT. Oh, by the way, I now have to refer to you as “JT” officially at work because there are already too many people named James there, and people are getting confused. This was decided for me at lunch. Anyway, I figured JT was better than Capt. Kirk, though I kinda like that one.

Anyway… six flags… rock on. *fist in the air in the Adam salute*

Well, talked to mom, who confirmed that my sis is a silly ass. Mom is telling her about my job being stressful of late, and her reply is “Well, welcome to the real world, sis.” Thanks for the concern, sis. I’m sorry you’ve been working 12 hour days for the last 20 years without complaint. I’d hardly call that the real world… I call that not having a life. Maybe if I worked for myself, like she does, I’d be willing to do that without complaint. I do not, however, work for myself, I work for compensation from an employer who oft times doesn’t even notice the long hours, or worse yet, expects the long hours without the thought of compensation for them. THAT is simply against the law, and by all means I will damn well be stressed by it and complain as I see fit without expecting a “welcome to the real world” from smartass sis. Anyway, I’m sure it was just meant as something clever to say to mom. I don’t think the Alabama gang has much of a clue of what’s going on in my life anyway, even though, strange as it seems, next to mom and Angela, they’re the bulk of what I call close family. Boy am I a bad relative. Someday I’m gonna be needy and I’ll have detached myself so much from them that I won’t have a soul to call on for help. Oh well, that’s just the way life goes.

NOTE to self, and I think I’ve made this one before, SEND MOM MONEY… skip lunch, don’t buy that cute skirt on impulse, you really dont need another pair of clunky black shoes today, wait until that movie comes out on dvd, and SEND MOM THE MONEY. Remember how it breaks your heart to hear her talk about being broke. Remember, and do it.

Anyway… so, the new plan. After much kitchen-konversation about all that wonderful mind-expanding stuff that just seems so interesting in the wee late-night hours, I think the plan is for “the gang” to try some writing exercises, like starting a story and passing it around for others to add on to it. To me this sounds intriguing, yet somewhere in the back of my mind horrifying, because although I all ever USED to want to do was write, I fear that so much time has passed that I’m going to end up looking and feeling foolish trying it. But, I just keep telling myself, these people don’t care if I look foolish, so who cares. I guess I’m mostly afraid of disappointing myself.

No work tomorrow! Wahoo! Vacation! OH! I almost forgot the OTHER reason JT rocks…. he whiled away the time I was chatting up mom by updating all the drivers on my newly pieced together PC, which puts it on the verge of game-ready. Go Capt. Kirk!



  1. infinite1der has made a Comment

    I am uber!

    April 10, 2002 @ 7:32 pm

  2. flerly has made a Comment

    I believe I said that already.

    You are uber. What are you doing with lamer like me?

    April 12, 2002 @ 10:49 am

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