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Saturday, July 28, 2001
4:15 PM|the new (used) car was just delivered! yay! air conditioning! woo! -- of course NOW the temperature outside is 65 degrees as opposed to the blistering 95 degrees over the past week.
9:37 AM|i really have to get me a cheap ass digital camera. i stumbled on this site and i am digging the photos.
9:10 AM|hmmmm.... the weblog review about my site.... "From a design standpoint, erin's blog is attractive and easy on the eyes, if nothing dramatic. The blue colour scheme is well augmented by the occasional touch of green and red, and the choice of a plain white background helps the text stand out and makes it an easy and comfortable read. Navigationally, the site is okay, but if you end up at the gigglechick front page, don't expect to be able to find erin's blog too easily. Content-wise, the blog itself is nothing substantial. More one line comments and from time to time an anecdote, there isn't much here to draw the reader in with. On a more upbeat note, erin's rants are on the whole far more entertaining, with more wit and humour in each one than in most of blog." This site was reviewed by chrisw on 2001-07-28 sorry guys... sorry if i don't 'draw you in'... maybe blogging dilutes the pent up rage i had with my rants since i post every day and not once a week. but... gigglechick.com is a 3 out of 5. i suppose before i get all ricki-lake-audience-member-on-this-reviewer's-ass "oh-hellll-NO-he-didn't-just-say-that!" and wanting to 'throw down'.... i shall breathe. it wasn't scathing. he likes my rants. yes i have felt boring as hell lately since i am stuck down the shore with a 61 year old woman who has a 2 foot long healing incision and is going through nicotine fits and screaming at me every fricking second of the day and not letting me out of the house even though i am 31 years old and feel like i am 16 now that i am back and unemployed, the guy i am dating is hanging out in a field in an undisclosed location wearing a shaved beret and wielding a gun filled with real ammo til august 8th and the brief glimpses of time that i am "allowed" on the computer which is set up in the kitchen, my mother comes out here, sits down next to me (she is sleeping right now. i keep trying to feed her percacets) she sits near me *SIGHING* heavy *SIGHS* and then says "you are addicted to that damned thing i swear" - when i am not addicted to the computer, she thinks i am an alcoholic because i had a glass of wine a week ago, or that i am addicted to the television(well, i am...except lately i have had to watch 8 fucking hours of fricking judge judy, people's court, judge mills lane, judge joe brown, power of attourney all followed up by FoxNEWS and watching the chandra levy ordeal.) kill me. my gray hairs have been sprouting forth uncontrollably. i am 31. gray. (all because i made that plea to God when i was 6 to have white hair and wrinkles like aunt ann) actually yesterday i escaped from alcatraz and ran off to a salon down here and had the girl slap a plastic cap on my head as she wielded what can only be described as a latch hook rug tool and poked it in and out of my head as my nose began to run from the torture of it all... then when my head was quite sore and throbbing and my tissue quite moist, she began to slather a bleach paste over my plastic scalp and threw me under a dryer for 20 minutes with the heat blasting and the air blowing the chlorine fumes directly into my eyes - then we were off to the sink where she ripped the cap off my head and began to tear at my hair vigorously and water streamed down my back to form a pool in my shorts. off to the chair. where she began to brush the hell out of my hair upside down... i became dizzy and closed my eyes, thankfully, because the brush kept hitting my eyelids. but dammit i look good with the highlights. you cannot tell i am going gray. am i drawing you in yet? Friday, July 27, 2001
10:57 PM|"hi there, this is my son, Gigglechick.com Black"....f-ing freaks hmmm... better names? Nike Black IBM Black TacoBell Black Tampax Black Penthouse Black Depends Black yeah because kids don't EVER go through a phase in life where they ever hate their given name... nawwwww...this kid wouldn't become suicidal or try and kill his parents by age 14. "We were having dinner; it was Chinese food, takeout. At the end of the meal we had a fortune cookie. And my wife opened it up, and it said something like, "You will have a new home at the end of the year." And we took one look at that, and we started thinking, well, what could we do? What could we do to actually make that ... opportunity a reality? And we started thinking, well, maybe there would be a way so that we could create an actual financial benefit for our girls, our daughters, and for our soon-to-be-born son" um... i think i am gonna let people bid on renaming my dog archie... sure he's a 10 year old dalamation that's so overweight his spots are stretching, but i need to make money SOMEHOW to pay my mom's mortgage. i read my horoscope today and it said "The time you've spent waiting for something to happen is finally over."
10:26 PM|oh yeah! i forgot...i bought a used car for my mom today. 1991 ford tempo gl - 4 new tires - 88K miles - air conditioning (major importanté!!!) the car we have now is a deathtrap. i almost was killed driving it yesterday. stalled in the middle of the highway. thought there would be no more gigglechick... more like cripplechick or embalmedchick ... and those names don't really have that "ring" to it that gigglechick does... right? so a new/different car was purchased.
10:01 PM|well...well... i was at rasmus' site and happened upon a link for the weblog review... just sent my blog in to be critiqued
7:10 PM|just got home from seeing a matinee of america's sweethearts with my mom. it was okay... i would love john cusack if he was in that all revved up movie though. *sigh* he's dreeeeamy. have an idea for a book. (not children's.) about to go jot down some notes...
12:21 AM|well...i just stumbled onto a blog called grog me! and some posts about first kisses my first kiss... well... are you sitting down? ok... it was a snowy february evening in 1983. i was 13. it was about 7 or 8pm i think... my friend - up to that point - marty and i were sitting on my bed playing space invaders on my atari. (yes. space invaders.) something goofy happened (i probably just kicked his butt in a game) and we started laughing and then all of a sudden he kissed me... HOLY LORD!!! he's kissing me!!! - ran through my brain about 67 times in 3 seconds!! and i started kissing him back... except.... i started to hyperventilate. (so sexy.) and so trying not to hyperventilate, i tried to hold my breath while kissing ...tongues were involved unfortunately... and even more unfortunate was the fact that SOMEHOW my tongue got caught in marty's retainer (yes...those icky pink palate things) at which point i started to hyperventilate more (see, if that happened now, besides the fact that i would probably be arrested for kissing some kid witha retainer... i would just start to laugh...) but when i was 13 and engaging in the first milestone of romance, i freaked. somehow the tongue became unlodged from said orthodontic contraption... somehow i didn't burst into tears until AFTER marty ran out of my house... and somehow we still remained friends for a few years after that... not exactly too much kissing with him after that incident.... but... ...at least it was memorable (as far as kissing recently, i have perfected my breathing and there is no call for paper bags or the jaws of life) Thursday, July 26, 2001
11:59 PM|hmmm... browsing news: • this kid, even though he murdered, should be rehabilitated. still punished, but rehabilitated. • uh... hooking up? nope. never did that...not me. un-uh. • find her already! because i am unemployed, i am becoming addicted to this more than the o.j. trial.
11:40 PM|so... some people in the world do things they don't HAVE to do... but because they do some things, it just makes me smile... and for that they rock! ok... i am making no sense whatsoever to most of y'all out there... blathering on about nonsense.... but at least I KNOW what i am trying to say in my own jumbled way. and i say thank you.
8:16 AM|well... i am off to find out how much i have gained...*sigh* what a delightful way to start the day off...
12:11 AM|grrrr... i am/was trying to post a few changes to my template here and the blogger thang ain't taking. i have published it around a dozen times and it's not sticking...grrrr Wednesday, July 25, 2001
11:17 PM|what a steaming hot pile of elephant dung!! holy lord! i just watched an AWFUL movie... it's called all revved up (a.k.a. O.K. garage) jeezuz. and here's the kicker... it was due back at blockbuster tuesday at noon. so now i have to pay for 2 extra days. this schmuck, brandon cole, the writer and director (and i use those titles VERY LOOSELY!), has just made me realize... YES I CAN WRITE! I MAY EVEN ATTEMPT TO WRITE A SCREENPLAY!!! because apparently ANYONE can get a film made. jeezuz!
8:21 PM|ok. i am slowly coming out of the fog and realizing that i am unemployed... i see a somewhat hazy image of me picking cans out of the garbage and wearing filth infested gloves with my fingers protruding from them... i HAVE to stop being afraid of rejection. i HAVE to WRITE these books in my head and illustrate them - yes i have posted a few entries about this... and no i have not started to work on anything. i mean i HAVE the outlines and the ideas... i just have this worry in my head that i cannot write. that that is not what i went to school for and that i would be 'trespassing' into the world of the children's book writer... or illustrator for that matter. it's not like i am thinking i will be the next j.k. rowling... heck, i am talking 16 or 32 page picture books... not novels... i would be pleased if i could do something as beautifully simplistic as the giving tree (my all-time favourite book. ever.) hey everyone!!! guess what the neurotic topic of the next week or so is gonna be for me!?!?!? yep!! you guessed it! kicking the ass of my arch-enemy Procrastination. (and also getting up early tomorrow to kick the ass of my fat at weight watchers.)
6:00 PM|hmmmm... will i look like a TOTAL freak wearing this in the pool? oh hell, whadda i care? this is a bricktown condo complex. fashion and taste are not exactly in the vocab down here.
1:37 PM|10 laps up & down the pool again!! tanning accelerator working at full gear!!! woo!!!! i love unemployment right now!!!
9:15 AM| Excellence is an art won by training and habituation. We do not act rightly because we have virtue or excellence, but rather we have those because we have acted rightly. We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit. -- Aristotle um... the only habits i have are checking my email 800x a day, playing surgeon with my crazy ass left big toe (although my right pinky toe is about to become a 'patient' soon it seems) and apparently AT THIS MOMENT annoying my mother by writing on this thing - according to her sighing every F-ING 3 seconds!!!! excellent.
12:30 AM|something better than those pain patches i mentioned earlier... mom let me have one of her percacets... all is swell. i can't feel my back...yay! no i will not take any more, just the one time... mom looked at me like i was going to become an addict. i said, 'do you want me whining about my back more than you've been whining about your incision?' and she handed me the bottle. it's generic percacet anyway... but at least i am temporarily pain-free. also: mom and i were trying to find her a new car...well...not a NEW car, but a different one. the one she has is having temper tantrums way too often and also DOESN'T HAVE AIR CONDITIONING! anyone know of any decent (but cheap!) used cars with air conditioning, that run without fits of rage toward the driver and that is in new jersey? let me know if you do!! hmmmm...anyone ever take percacet and get a weird metallic taste in their mouth? Tuesday, July 24, 2001
8:05 PM|i just cooked up lovely pork chops with roasted peppers, onions & potatoes... with a side of asparagus... BAM! i rock!! take THAT Emeril!!!
4:48 PM|oh yeah... took mom to the doctor (*sigh* he's married - oh well ) today... he took out all 59 staples and the stitches... yay! all is progressing swell...
4:40 PM|ahhhhh... mentholatum pain relieving patch.... man, i am old. but the darned thing is helping.
2:13 PM|if i ever get another job again, i hope my desk is something like this bad boy!!! [thanks to my buddy mike for sending me this link!! perhaps my posting his website will make him finish updating it soon! :) ]
8:59 AM|i have been sleeping in the recliner downstairs next to mom's twin bed that we set up for her down there while she recuperates. my back is weak. i sneezed again, and with the crippling effects of 7 nights in the recliner... i now need her walker. Monday, July 23, 2001
9:42 PM|sweet mother of pearl. i just ate 3 (or was it 4?) huge slices of sausage pizza. i don'feel too good...*blech* well archie & beri (the pups) are staying in the kennel an extra week... so i had to go there today and give the place more canned food... they said archie's been depressed....(Waaaaaaaaahhhhh!!! i don't want my boy to be sad!!) i didn't visit with him because they said he just started eating normally again... poor guy! i will see them next tuesday...they are gonna go berzerk.... archie, even though i told him they were 'temporarily' going to camp, probably thinks he's been abandoned.... i am a horrible mom.
10:49 AM|well..i happened along a site: neko's rainy day and she posted a blurb stating: "in particular, i hate ants. the mosquitoes have left me alone this summer, but the fire ants are out in full force" well..it made me harken back to my childhood... it's not that i hated ants. i gathered and collected them. had an ant farm. played God. yes. i took it into my own hands to create my own 'perfect ant army'... yes, how very nazi-esque for a 6 year old. i had my candidates in the ant farm where they'd gotten nice and fat. i had 3 coffee cans. one filled with water. one filled with a pasty mud. and the third, i had filled with lighter fluid. hey, it was the 70's. kids were tough and allowed to play with dad's zippo and lighter fluid. i opted for a magnifying glass rather than the zippo. anyway... first i would make each ant go through the water can... some would be weak... if i liked them, i would throw them a twig and help them out. if i didn't like 'em... see ya! that same twig would push them to the bottom of the can for a minute. some would be stronger than others. these were my 'elite' ants. next... the mud can... same drill... except the recruits were thinning out.... like 'em, saved 'em. but with the mud, i became a tad more ruthless. next.... the lighter fluid....oh god help you now my 6-legged friend. i would allow most of them to swim across this pond... throw them a twig... get their hopes up... and if i liked them...WOO!!! back in the ant farm!!! they made it!!!! if i had an inkling that a certain ant would be a 'problem' for the team... well... let's just say a magnifying glass on a regular ant is pretty amazing... but on an ant that has been marinating in lighter fluid..... [i do not condone this type of behaviour anymore... i was SIX. i am over my third ant reich phase... and i do not make any other creature go through my 'test'... although maybe if i was more choosy with boyfriends....hmmmmmm]
10:04 AM|... A human activity having for its purpose the transmission of the highest and best feelings to which men have risen. -- Leo Tolstoy, on the purpose of art
12:19 AM|neat (but somewhat annoying when the ritalin infested kiddies are on it...) [link courtesy of fourstones] Sunday, July 22, 2001
10:49 PM|man, but i do loves that Six Feet Under show on hbo... good good. so i found out that, lo and behold, manasquan actually has an open mic nite...ok ok technically it's in sea girt at a pub called harrigan's and i am sure that it's mainly music, but i called and they said a girl named erin runs it (she had better NOT have any erin go braghless bit...that's MY BIT!!!!) and they said it starts at 9pm on tuesdays and it's music or 'anything you want to do'. sounds good to me. although my set might be a bit too risqué for the shore crowd... and hopefully not too many ex's will be there, because i talk about some... and in the city, it's pretty anonymous... but down here...well... let's just say down here is way too tight knit...bordering on incestuous. i usually am the first to date a guy and then my friends seem to get their claws in them afterward. (ok...so these friends are now ex-friends too) so i am pretty jazzed up about there being an open mic around here. i was starting to worry about having stage time to prep for august 28th (can i plug my show any more?!?! yes. but that will happen closer to AUGUST 28th @ Stand Up NY on w. 78th and broadway!!!! 8:45pm seating/9pm show...$10 cover...2 drink minimum...) sorry...where was i before i had a 'hack attack'?? ah yes... open mic... ex's... harrigan's... i think i will go there scope out the crowd, see if they are attentive enough for comedy or if they are just a buncha fishermen that won't be able to handle me whipping out my pack of anti-baby vitamins onstage... (yes folks, you TOO, can see that on august 28th at stan........ACK!!! where are my manners!??!?! sorry about that!!! see i need at least 7 people to show up for me that night in the city or they will not let me go up onstage [see: bringer show] so perhaps THAT'S why i am haranguing and harassing y'all into going!!) ok...foodwise...started off okay... ended pitifully. breakfast 2 bagels with butter (i am not counting points today. no calculator) large coffee - milk & sugar dinner 2 cheese steaks on garlic bread french fries (actually only ate 5 fries in total!) pink lemonade and... a huge slice of coconut cream pie. dinner courtesy of the circus drive-in in wall township, nj (my hometown) |
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