Inferno, Purgutorio et Paradiso
haha! that's right folks, i'm back...i'm back and better than ever. WOO!!!
ok, so as most of you know, suzanne and i are the proud owners of a shiny new apartment and i couldn't be happier. any of you who had the experience of seeing our old apartment will be happy to know that the new apartment has all the same charm and charisma of its predecessor. We no longer have the vintage couch that sank in the middle because we had to leave that in rochester. Instead we have a vintage metal futon that sinks in the middle, and when i say vintage i mean brand new, but it reminds me of college so that means vintage.
so far we're doing really well in the new place. both of our cars got broken into the other night, which is always an auspicious way to start your second month in your new apartment. the good thing was that they caught the thief and all of suzanne's expensive stereo equipment was found and replaced...in fact i have to re-wire all that this weekend. my car on the other hand is special. i have special locks on my car (god bless german engineers) that don't let you unlock the doors by pulling on the locks unless the key is in the ignition. so, the guy couldn't get into my car so none of my stereo equipment was stolen. the bad thing about this though is that they can't engineer glass that doesn't break unless the key is in the ignition. so, while suzanne's car was easy to break into and all of her stuff was stolen as a result of it, i'm the one who has to pay $200 to replace a window, while she has incurred essentially no monetary strain. yet again i find myself "smoten" by my bmw. fucking thing will eventually put me in the poor-house. i'm not sure though, i might be able to get my insurance to cover it. my brother got his car broken into twice (in the same week) while he was going to syracuse and the glass was covered both times without any deductible. hopefully i won't get screwed, but i'm already braced for it.
so what else has happened you ask? well...we adopted a cat for a while, a scrawny little 2 month old kitten of a little cat who i couldn't resist for the life of me. i know i project a cold, tough, manly exterior and all, but simple gestures such as the bat of an eye, the tremble of a lower lip or the quiet, begging mew of a cat can turn me into a silly little girl in just a few seconds. as a result, we had three cats running around our apartment for a while. well...two cats running around, and sylvia (or pepita the fattest cat in the whole wide world), trying to defend herself from the onslaught of the other two, more lively cats. poor thing, she's just trying to live up to her fullest potential as a fat house cat.
anyway, the apartment is great, and even my job has been tolerable, if not just a little bit too stressful, but otherwise ok. the real reason i titled this blog as i did was because i had a really strange dream the other night.
i was at this underground nightclub/bar type place with some of my co-workers and there were all these crazy religious icon-like paintings on the wall, and the crazy trippiest part about this bar was you could walk through the paintings (which were on walls, on floors and ceilings etc) and you'd be in the painting. so for me, the evening turned into a religious escapade of finding salvation. as i moved from painting to painting trying to find absolution i remember finding myself standing on a river of lava where there were few tufts of semi-solid rock-type materials that you could walk on, but because it was a dream i pretty much just ended up walking on the lava, and i remember sinking into it as i was walking around, but not feeling it burning me or anything so the hell that i was in didn't seem too bad. especially since one of the only other things i remember about it was a mexican waitress offering me a menu. after that i climbed a ladder and i was back in the bar again. as the night went on i ventured through several other paintings and as dawn was approaching and i hadn't yet unlocked the secret to redemption i glanced around feverishly and found a lonely picture of the virgin mary down a dark hallway in the bar. as i ran up to it and threw myself against it i yelled out very simply that i confess to all my sins. as i looked up i saw my clothes flying away from me and looked around and saw a bunch of naked people that weren't there before. as i realized that a) i still had my underwear on, and b) that i had been saved i removed my last tie to the physical realm and yelled out to the rest of my co-workers, "take that motherfuckers" as i ran around naked enjoying the fact that i was saved, just in time.
now, i realize that perhaps the part where i curse at my co-workers just as i've achieved salvation/enlightenment or whatever is probably not the clearest sign that i'm moving forward and becoming a bit more mature and achieving some of my higher aspirations, but i think the rest of the dream is at least indicative of my desire to pursue these goals and my attempts to find the truest path.
i'm in purgatory right now, right in between the hell of living with parents and the ecstacy of living in NYC and going to grad school. maybe that's why i said fuck-all to my co-workers.
so, that's pretty much all for now. suzanne is doing well. she's busy watering plants for a living, and can you believe its actually somewhat profitable. on top of doing fashion design for an upcoming label and dealing with my shenannigans all the time she's quite a busy woman. i'm proud of her and i love her. i wish i didn't have to work today so that i could be with her whilst she toils away with her sewing. i don't know what i'd do without her.
i hope everyone is doing well, i haven't heard from some of you in a while. i can't believe that sheel was the only one to comment on my lipoflavanoid post. i thought that shit was hilarious, but i guess my sense of humor is a little special.
anyway, we'll have an internet connection eventually.
later kids, see you on the other side of the tracks.
ok, so as most of you know, suzanne and i are the proud owners of a shiny new apartment and i couldn't be happier. any of you who had the experience of seeing our old apartment will be happy to know that the new apartment has all the same charm and charisma of its predecessor. We no longer have the vintage couch that sank in the middle because we had to leave that in rochester. Instead we have a vintage metal futon that sinks in the middle, and when i say vintage i mean brand new, but it reminds me of college so that means vintage.
so far we're doing really well in the new place. both of our cars got broken into the other night, which is always an auspicious way to start your second month in your new apartment. the good thing was that they caught the thief and all of suzanne's expensive stereo equipment was found and replaced...in fact i have to re-wire all that this weekend. my car on the other hand is special. i have special locks on my car (god bless german engineers) that don't let you unlock the doors by pulling on the locks unless the key is in the ignition. so, the guy couldn't get into my car so none of my stereo equipment was stolen. the bad thing about this though is that they can't engineer glass that doesn't break unless the key is in the ignition. so, while suzanne's car was easy to break into and all of her stuff was stolen as a result of it, i'm the one who has to pay $200 to replace a window, while she has incurred essentially no monetary strain. yet again i find myself "smoten" by my bmw. fucking thing will eventually put me in the poor-house. i'm not sure though, i might be able to get my insurance to cover it. my brother got his car broken into twice (in the same week) while he was going to syracuse and the glass was covered both times without any deductible. hopefully i won't get screwed, but i'm already braced for it.
so what else has happened you ask? well...we adopted a cat for a while, a scrawny little 2 month old kitten of a little cat who i couldn't resist for the life of me. i know i project a cold, tough, manly exterior and all, but simple gestures such as the bat of an eye, the tremble of a lower lip or the quiet, begging mew of a cat can turn me into a silly little girl in just a few seconds. as a result, we had three cats running around our apartment for a while. well...two cats running around, and sylvia (or pepita the fattest cat in the whole wide world), trying to defend herself from the onslaught of the other two, more lively cats. poor thing, she's just trying to live up to her fullest potential as a fat house cat.
anyway, the apartment is great, and even my job has been tolerable, if not just a little bit too stressful, but otherwise ok. the real reason i titled this blog as i did was because i had a really strange dream the other night.
i was at this underground nightclub/bar type place with some of my co-workers and there were all these crazy religious icon-like paintings on the wall, and the crazy trippiest part about this bar was you could walk through the paintings (which were on walls, on floors and ceilings etc) and you'd be in the painting. so for me, the evening turned into a religious escapade of finding salvation. as i moved from painting to painting trying to find absolution i remember finding myself standing on a river of lava where there were few tufts of semi-solid rock-type materials that you could walk on, but because it was a dream i pretty much just ended up walking on the lava, and i remember sinking into it as i was walking around, but not feeling it burning me or anything so the hell that i was in didn't seem too bad. especially since one of the only other things i remember about it was a mexican waitress offering me a menu. after that i climbed a ladder and i was back in the bar again. as the night went on i ventured through several other paintings and as dawn was approaching and i hadn't yet unlocked the secret to redemption i glanced around feverishly and found a lonely picture of the virgin mary down a dark hallway in the bar. as i ran up to it and threw myself against it i yelled out very simply that i confess to all my sins. as i looked up i saw my clothes flying away from me and looked around and saw a bunch of naked people that weren't there before. as i realized that a) i still had my underwear on, and b) that i had been saved i removed my last tie to the physical realm and yelled out to the rest of my co-workers, "take that motherfuckers" as i ran around naked enjoying the fact that i was saved, just in time.
now, i realize that perhaps the part where i curse at my co-workers just as i've achieved salvation/enlightenment or whatever is probably not the clearest sign that i'm moving forward and becoming a bit more mature and achieving some of my higher aspirations, but i think the rest of the dream is at least indicative of my desire to pursue these goals and my attempts to find the truest path.
i'm in purgatory right now, right in between the hell of living with parents and the ecstacy of living in NYC and going to grad school. maybe that's why i said fuck-all to my co-workers.
so, that's pretty much all for now. suzanne is doing well. she's busy watering plants for a living, and can you believe its actually somewhat profitable. on top of doing fashion design for an upcoming label and dealing with my shenannigans all the time she's quite a busy woman. i'm proud of her and i love her. i wish i didn't have to work today so that i could be with her whilst she toils away with her sewing. i don't know what i'd do without her.
i hope everyone is doing well, i haven't heard from some of you in a while. i can't believe that sheel was the only one to comment on my lipoflavanoid post. i thought that shit was hilarious, but i guess my sense of humor is a little special.
anyway, we'll have an internet connection eventually.
later kids, see you on the other side of the tracks.
posted by R. Peeps at 2:32 PM
2 Comments:
rOBERT:
whoa, I typed that wrong but look at how cool it looks!... here's to hoping glass will be covered, and I want to respond to your post but I'm running to Grizzle's BUT I did want to say that just last night I was watching a show about the hot dogs of America (most masochistic vegetarian ever) and they went to the "ringing in my ears" commercial! and I was excited because I thought, Finally, I can tell Rob I saw that commercial.
Really, I did. My favorite part was that the woman appears to suddenly be under attack from the ringing. Maybe it's shitty editing, or maybe just a dumb director, but I thought that perhaps a more gentle buildup to the ringing would have helped... you know, establish the character, draw in the audience, set the mood... instead of RINGING! SO MUCH RINGING!
Right then. I am late.
"ruqupo" - that's not a word.
Running around nekkid at a bar, eh? Sounds like some club - don't think we have those out here in Roch-cha-cha. But I promise you this, if you bring your car to Rochester, I'll make sure I break enough of the windows that your damned insurance company pays for it - I think I owe you from a silly little car prank.
Oh, btw, if I didn't say it enough last night craigslist rocks!
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