may 29, 2002.

Slack days follow full days here in the belly of the 'burbs. I'm getting insanely bored, which leads me to conclude that I really need a project, 'yo. But I would be remiss if I failed to point out that yesterday, the full day, was a good time.

It was our Downtown Day, an afternoon of me n' Mom clearing up various bits of bidness that, when completed, smooth the way of eventual employment with the SBoGG (School Board of Greater Gomorrah). We also splurged on MAC lipstuffs: two 'sticks for me (Film Noir & Cyber) and a 'gloss for her (Greed). These are the first lipsticks I have ever owned from MAC, and I am amused at how their shape suggests both bullet and dildo. Pretty edgy connotations for Beauty In a Box, although wickedly apropos: you will drill through pretty competitors like a .45 slug, thus paving the way for some flavour of phallic joy.

(See? I need a hobby.)

We also visited the offices of Student Family Housing to check up on the status of the housing application, where we were turned from our appointed rounds by cascading coincidences. I'm supposed to get a phone call today...that is, if they can get past the Mad Bad and Dangerously Bored Surfing I've recklessly thrown myself into. I don't hold out much hope; the list of supplicants - I mean, applicants - for these apartments is 16 months long, and with our luck we'll get the green light just a smidgen too late for it to do anyone any good. It's a sweetie sweet deal, tho', good enough to swallow a lot of trouble to get to the finish line: 630/mo, clean, convenient. I guess the only problem is that Ceilidh will go absolutely bugshit in another apartment, and we'll lose all the ground we gained these last two years. Oh well. If life were perfect, I'd soon lose interest in the whole shooting match.

"I told you before just how this would end / When I get what I want, then I'll never want it again."

1 year ago today: jay stephens is reading my mail.