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blustocking) wrote2003-02-20 09:54 pm
blustocking) wrote2003-02-20 09:54 pm
when it's all said and done, I'd rather be drinking...muthafucka
Yes, yes.
"Hey Dad! Stop being an alcoholic! Right then, I'm going out for a drink."
I never said I was consistent.
But look, I'm at home,wishing someone would play Literati with me.(Thank you:) Mostly because I don't have many friends here still...or yet. And the few that I do ARE SAPS WITH JOOOOBS. Poor saps. I wish I had a job. Speaking of...
I went to Lawrence today. I don't know what it is about "place" with me. This town, Topeka (lovingly dubbed, Topuka) is completely oppressive. I even feel it in Kansas City. But there's this little pocket of liberalism in the corner of the conservative rectangle that is this state, and that is Lawrence. Sure, it's not "wild and freeee" (fuckin' hippie), but it's the only place I will live and be happy in this godfearin' crapfest of a state, where the sheep raise cattle and wheat. Remember kids, "1 Kansas farmer feeds 128 people + you!" Awwww, shucks.
So yes, I get into Lawrence, all gussied up fer ma inter-view (sorry), and I feel immediately better. Jill must find employment soon. Jill must move to Lawrence soon. There are people there Jill's age and there are things to do that don't include seeing a movie or going out to eat. OMIGOD! Yes, t0tally. I went to my interview. It blew balls, so I sabotaged the typing test. I do not want to work in the office of some cable parts manufacturer with no health insurance benefits. Sorry, I do have some standards. Ah yes, and I threw off some chica who called this morning by declining her offer. She was quite taken aback that I did not want to sit around and call people to tell them about a 90 minute presentation they can attend and receive a 3-day vacation! Gee whiz. I've been on the receiving end of those calls. I'll be damned if I'm going to make them.
ANYWHO, I then drove to this flower shop and handed in my resume for office manager. That would actually be a neat job, methinks. Then I went to Mass. St., parked, walked to City Hall, and filled out an app. for both Administrative Clerk I and II. That would be nice pay with good benefits. Remember kids, I've never been one to believe my job is my career, nor does it identify who I am. It pays the fucking bills is what it does. I am an ARTIST, dammit! ;p
After "taking care of bidness", my sharp-lookin', business-dressed self, walked down Mass. for a bit. I walked over to see if the Chapman's Used and Curious Goods was still there. Alas, it is not. I swear to bloody Christ on a crucifix, that (aside from Wacko in Los Angeles) this was my favorite store ever. It was like a thrift store, only better. It was like a damn CAVE stocked with cool, cheap shit that you could either use for decoration, as something practical, or for ART! I found so many neat things there. Most of the time, you just go in to explore though. It looked like a small store from the front, but then you discover the back rooms. Through one small door, you step into this foyer of old telephones, Ataris, stereos, turntables, and various electronic equipment. I found some neat chemistry bottles and vials on the shelf behind those once. Past that is a large room full of hats, purses, knick-knacks, paintings, and just...STUFF, large stuff. To the left, it keeps going with cool dishes and kitchenware. Then further back were aisles of tons of old junk, cool suitcases, typewriters, toys, etc. all fairly well-organized and the only employee I ever saw was "the Chapman", an old black guy who sat behind the counter up front. The whole back part of the store was really old and had very, very high ceilings and stone walls, like it had been a barn once. I can't even describe that place. I will desperately miss that place. It was, in short, amazing. After crying on the street in front of what used to be the most glorious store ever, I walked back up to Mass. and bought some postcards. I then walked to a coffee shop, got my Black Forest Mocha to go and headed back to my car, happy as a plum. Plums are notoriously happy fruit. They are also notorious for their addictions to smack.
[the part NO ONE will care about]
Lawrence has expanded so much, even since my last visit. It's become more commercial too, as growing American cities do. I was very disappointed to see one block of Mass (given it was at the end) stocked with a Starbucks, Gap, and American Eagle Outfitters. And the whole North side of town has vomited up tracts of cookie-cutter apartment houses, a huge grocery store, Blockbuster, Pizza Hut, and a fucking Applebee's, amid other "easily recognizable" names. Wee. hoo. But, many of the same independent stores are still thriving. So they must be doing something right.[/supreme boring, now on to Boring Light©]
It was a gorgeous mid-50's day out, so I drove back to Topuka with my mocha, window down, music blaring, singing along to every song, whether I liked it or not. I could feel the Vortex of Suck™ as soon as I was within 5 miles of shitty city limits. I then went to my Sister's and talked to her for about an hour before coming home.
Word.
Must...go...out...tomorrow...night. Must...dance...soon.......will........die.
Actually, I think ma Seester and I are going to a movie. :p Ah well, it's something.
"Hey Dad! Stop being an alcoholic! Right then, I'm going out for a drink."
I never said I was consistent.
But look, I'm at home,
I went to Lawrence today. I don't know what it is about "place" with me. This town, Topeka (lovingly dubbed, Topuka) is completely oppressive. I even feel it in Kansas City. But there's this little pocket of liberalism in the corner of the conservative rectangle that is this state, and that is Lawrence. Sure, it's not "wild and freeee" (fuckin' hippie), but it's the only place I will live and be happy in this godfearin' crapfest of a state, where the sheep raise cattle and wheat. Remember kids, "1 Kansas farmer feeds 128 people + you!" Awwww, shucks.
So yes, I get into Lawrence, all gussied up fer ma inter-view (sorry), and I feel immediately better. Jill must find employment soon. Jill must move to Lawrence soon. There are people there Jill's age and there are things to do that don't include seeing a movie or going out to eat. OMIGOD! Yes, t0tally. I went to my interview. It blew balls, so I sabotaged the typing test. I do not want to work in the office of some cable parts manufacturer with no health insurance benefits. Sorry, I do have some standards. Ah yes, and I threw off some chica who called this morning by declining her offer. She was quite taken aback that I did not want to sit around and call people to tell them about a 90 minute presentation they can attend and receive a 3-day vacation! Gee whiz. I've been on the receiving end of those calls. I'll be damned if I'm going to make them.
ANYWHO, I then drove to this flower shop and handed in my resume for office manager. That would actually be a neat job, methinks. Then I went to Mass. St., parked, walked to City Hall, and filled out an app. for both Administrative Clerk I and II. That would be nice pay with good benefits. Remember kids, I've never been one to believe my job is my career, nor does it identify who I am. It pays the fucking bills is what it does. I am an ARTIST, dammit! ;p
After "taking care of bidness", my sharp-lookin', business-dressed self, walked down Mass. for a bit. I walked over to see if the Chapman's Used and Curious Goods was still there. Alas, it is not. I swear to bloody Christ on a crucifix, that (aside from Wacko in Los Angeles) this was my favorite store ever. It was like a thrift store, only better. It was like a damn CAVE stocked with cool, cheap shit that you could either use for decoration, as something practical, or for ART! I found so many neat things there. Most of the time, you just go in to explore though. It looked like a small store from the front, but then you discover the back rooms. Through one small door, you step into this foyer of old telephones, Ataris, stereos, turntables, and various electronic equipment. I found some neat chemistry bottles and vials on the shelf behind those once. Past that is a large room full of hats, purses, knick-knacks, paintings, and just...STUFF, large stuff. To the left, it keeps going with cool dishes and kitchenware. Then further back were aisles of tons of old junk, cool suitcases, typewriters, toys, etc. all fairly well-organized and the only employee I ever saw was "the Chapman", an old black guy who sat behind the counter up front. The whole back part of the store was really old and had very, very high ceilings and stone walls, like it had been a barn once. I can't even describe that place. I will desperately miss that place. It was, in short, amazing. After crying on the street in front of what used to be the most glorious store ever, I walked back up to Mass. and bought some postcards. I then walked to a coffee shop, got my Black Forest Mocha to go and headed back to my car, happy as a plum. Plums are notoriously happy fruit. They are also notorious for their addictions to smack.
[the part NO ONE will care about]
Lawrence has expanded so much, even since my last visit. It's become more commercial too, as growing American cities do. I was very disappointed to see one block of Mass (given it was at the end) stocked with a Starbucks, Gap, and American Eagle Outfitters. And the whole North side of town has vomited up tracts of cookie-cutter apartment houses, a huge grocery store, Blockbuster, Pizza Hut, and a fucking Applebee's, amid other "easily recognizable" names. Wee. hoo. But, many of the same independent stores are still thriving. So they must be doing something right.[/supreme boring, now on to Boring Light©]
It was a gorgeous mid-50's day out, so I drove back to Topuka with my mocha, window down, music blaring, singing along to every song, whether I liked it or not. I could feel the Vortex of Suck™ as soon as I was within 5 miles of shitty city limits. I then went to my Sister's and talked to her for about an hour before coming home.
Word.
Must...go...out...tomorrow...night. Must...dance...soon.......will........die.
Actually, I think ma Seester and I are going to a movie. :p Ah well, it's something.
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