2.23.2009

seventy.four.

i am beginning no nail biting: week one. it began yesterday.
i know that i am repetitive with the subject of nail biting, but i can't help it. i write about things in my life. nail biting is something in my life. 
perhaps you think that i should write about other things in my life, and skip the nail biting parts.
& you think there are probably other things to talk about.
you would be right, there probably are other things.
but isn't redundancy nice, sometimes? there is something nice and secure about the ongoing struggle to not bite my nails.

i was talking to the fellow, and was telling him of all the things i had planned for tonight. i've got the house to myself and need only to do the dishes. the evening is mine! it all sounded so nice on the phone, but as soon as i hung up i grew lazy and languid and have been only sitting on the couch.
this is unacceptable. 
it doesn't even feel great, it feels like much wasted time.
so i decided to waste time and write about biting my nails, something i do when i'm bored.
this entry is beginning to look more and more pitiful. 

elliot smith is playing on pandora. a boy that i never work here at blastacinno likes elliot smith, it's his favorite artist. when we were in training he tried to play it for everyone, with only e.t. head man really paying him any mind. 
now it is damien rice and i always like damien rice.

i've been reading this book called "Vintage Jesus." i like it. i feel like i would need to read it again, though. 
i want to read "East of Eden" again, it's just pretty long. I really liked that book. I owe the recommendation to Frank. I owe several things to Frank. Thank you, Frank.

today at blastaccino a lady came in who was so breezy. you know when you see someone and instantly you think of a word for them and it just seems to encompass them entirely? she was just breezy, in a charming way. 
"what will i have what will i havvveee???" she stared at the menu, tossing her short hair just slightly. 
"oh! oh, i will definitely have a cafe au lait. i haven't had one in just eons."
we have the best people come in the coffeehouse.

curt listens to m. ward in the truck and i really like m. ward. i also just like driving in the truck with curt.

they are hiring at the coffeehouse now because a girl got fired. we have lost 3 employees in 2 months. excellent. anyone looking for a job? i was thinking about it, and i really absolutely & truly think that i have 3 of the best jobs that anyone could ever  have. i will list them for you.
1. Camp Paradise staff member. there is no better summer job.
2. Blastacinno. i remember back in the day thinking that it had to be a great job to work at a coffeehouse, and i was not wrong at all. it's a great job.
3. CYT. teaching theater classes to little kids who inform me that turtles can breathe through their butts? it cannot get much better.

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