This bong is all about Ben, so it’s fitting that the first entry in a while is both encouraged by and about him.
Summary of my interactions with Ben since our last update in March 2009:
-I momentarily panicked and sought him for legal advice (turns out that was unnecessary)
-he sent me a birthday email
-he remarked that I did not respond to his birthday email
-I said I’d write in my bong just for him.
Fin.
Midnight delirium and other points I feel the need to make:
-There are few things more hilarious than Ben’s typos, like the time he misspelled Melky Cabrera three different ways in the first two sentences of an entry.
-Also hilarious: I can’t find a job in the Midwest.
-Less hilarious: So, uh, I’m moving to San Diego.
-WAY less hilarious: I’ll be living with relatives for six months to a year while I get back on my feet. Fark this economy.
-Slightly positive: I had so much sex last night and this morning that I’m still sore.
to my loyal readership:
i spake unto ben and said: i will post something tonight. and i shall. your panties, please keep them on until i finish editing this draft
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so, i found myself with no job. “holy crap! i have rent due in two weeks!” so, i picked up the phone and called ms. laura, my best friend, who had been telling me for years i should move in with her in kansas. of course, i always said hellz no, it’s farkin’ kansas, but on december 16th, 2008, i suddenly said hellz farkin’ yes.
the cheapest ticket was for that sunday. i packed like i was possessed, had a quick good bye party at a nice wine bar (that ben missed), and made plans for places to stay when i get back. which, since my bartender loves me, will probably be at yanni’s place. lolz. more on that later.
so i fedexed all of my worldly possessions (thank you jason, for renting me the car that drove said possessions to the fedex kinko’s four blocks away) and flew to kansas.
did you know that kansas is actually flatter than a pancake? now you know.
ugh this entry sucks, but here’s what i’ll need to mention when i’m bored at the airport tomorrow:
-why i’m at the airport
-california (roar!)
-my new car
-my new violin?
-vegas
-how to drive 24 hours in… well… 30 hours.. without killing myself or someone else
-pictures for ben
-being fat
-how i’m settling in (and how i’m not. hiss)
-anything else i think of that i haven’t yet listed above.
i am trained to derive my self-worth from job performance. i’m not sure i can continue to do this, but i need to think about what to focus on instead.
so…. i saw them once again: the boxers i loved on my ex. he did look hot in those.
junk food. the choices are boring.
great job? check.
great apartment? check.
social life? check.
happy happy happy.
it’s important to be happy.
Laura: i hope he dies too, i’ll think death thoughts in his direction for you
