Hey Jakey,
Completely random funny story: a few years ago a friend and I went camping in the Joshua Tree National Monument in SoCal. I got up early one morning, rolled out of the tent and headed for the pit toilet. Did my business. Picked up the roll of toilet paper beside the seat, twirled it with my finger to unloose a few sheets, and out fly two of the nastiest-ass spiders I have ever, to this day, seen. A big ol' tarantula, and some unidentifiable neon-white spider as big as my hand. Okay, maybe not as big as my hand, but definitely as big as the circle you can make with your thumb and forefinger. Both spiders land at my feet. So--the gal that I went with described the ensuing scene thusly: "I looked out of the tent and saw the pit toilet swaying from side to side, and heard some screaming. Then you came flying out the door, with your pants around your ankles." This is why, Jakey, I will never go camping in the Mojave Desert ever again.
I just yesterday finished off yet another issue of the quarterly magazine. Won't have to think about that mother-humper for another three months. I haven't even gotten my paycheck yet, but I've been "treating" myself to little this-and-that's for a couple days now, just to reward myself for being so super-awesome and such a good little worker-bee.
Items bought since yesterday:
* A pair of socks featuring Boo Boo Bear saying "Kiss My Boo Boo!" which I wore to work today, by the way.
* A candy bar called "Chocolate Overkill!!!!!" It's a package of three peanut butter cups each topped with a different cookie substance. It really is chocolate overkill.
* Son Volt tickets
* The first season of the American version of "The Office" on DVD. Watched all six episodes in one fell swoop last night. Cackled my ass off.
* "Tyrannosaur Canyon" by Douglas Preston. I didn't even know he had a new book coming out, and there it was, sitting on the "new book" table at Borders, right as you walk in the door. I love this guy's books, he and his writing accomplice Lincoln Child write amazing techno-thrillers, perfect for whiling away the hot summer days. If these two guys would quit churning out books, I could finally get around to reading some meatier stuff. (Next up: "Assassination Vacation" by Sara Vowell)
* "Wilco: Learning How To Die" by Greg Kot. A biography of the band Wilco. Because I can never get enough of sad, brilliant, addicted, literate rock stars.
* Harp Magazine
* Paste Magazine. Super-pricey, cuz it's got an enclosed CD/DVD. And don't ask me why I bought these two particular magazines, sweetie.
* A hamburger, because I haven't had meat in a week.
After I get my hair done on Saturday, that's it. No more. Okay, maybe an oil change, then I'll leave the money alone. My goal is to actually have some of this left by the time the next issue rolls around. Hmph. Good luck.
Oh look at this: Happy 100th Letter to Jake.
Okay, gonna go climb in bed and read some of this new stuff for awhile, next to your sweaty, sleeping little body. Love you!
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