Oct

I’ve got to start writing these things a little less late…

I just spent the last I don’t know how long playing my guitar which was both wonderful and somewhat numbing of the sensitivity of the fingertips on my left hand. Oh, and time-consuming.

In other news, today was a bit of a waste. I had all these plans and achieved very few of them, mostly because I didn’t feel well (bladder) and because none of you assholes bought me a dehydrator.

Oops.

I didn’t mean to use such course language.

And I am just kidding and over it. Clearly I need to just put energy into things that generate income, and that’s fine. In fact, it’s good to clarify which end is up sometimes…and I can also ensure you that my new $12.99 flip phone is not on the list either.

What’s that you say?

Didn’t you plunk down hundreds on an iPhone?

Oh. Yes. I did. I thought it would revolutionize my life and make me dinner and organize my closet and help to facilitate this plan to blog every day with fun or entertaining photos…but then the first one died about 16 hours after I got it, and the second one went bad before I even got home, and the third one – wait for it – was also a total lemon out of the box, although its problem was sporadic, so I couldn’t prove it until it croaked completely on Sunday night.

My timing couldn’t be better: there are no more iPhone 4 models in stock (which is fine because I wouldn’t take one anyway), and the new iPhone 4S is sold out for two to three weeks, so I am (not so) patiently waiting with a $12.99 special I picked up at Radio Shack. I’m texting like it’s 1999. Do you know how much work it is to text the message “I can’t text right now. This phone is a piece of shit.” on an old school phone? j-k-I space a-b-c, a, m-n, weird key that has all the punctuation.

I had literally forgotten how to text this way. I had to write the same response to my landlord seven times because I couldn’t figure out how to delete and didn’t want to send something with misspellings. As usual, he was being a bipolar dick, but I at least want my own feedback to be literate: might help with the judge when we one day end up in court.

And me without a dehydrator…

I so regret cutting my hair. I found a picture of me when it was much longer the other day…and it was so pretty. But that’s okay. It’s hair. It grows. It’s growing. I do wish I could put six inches on it like magic, but I will do my best to enjoy the intermediate lengths in between even though I feel more like I am enduring a short curly phase that makes me feel like Shirley Temple.

These are the days of my life.

Tomorrow will be better.

I’ve purchased a white board and will start focusing my thoughts…and efforts.
I am a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. Whether or not it is clear to me, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

I’m hot cause I’m fly, you ain’t cause you not.

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night.