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i dunno what my problem is. i just don’t ever feel like posting anymore…is the romance over…is this the end. prolly not, i just need to get my shit together. i’ve been a bit busy at work, though that never stopped me before–i’ve been running around a bit outside of work, but again, that never stopped me either.  so i dunno what to say.

so some business matters and then to the shit you really want to hear, the overwhelmingly mundane details of my life and the bitter way i approach said details. you know people maybe that’s the problem, have i lost touch with my inner bitter? i mean, don’t get me wrong, i’m by no means unbitter, or er sweet, but i’ve lost my bitter focus–i’m scattered, unable to focus my bitter energy on an object. where is rat bastard when i need him, or fat people in supermarkets, why haven’t the WT neighbors had a blow out that necessitated 3 cop cars and a paddy wagon?

hmm is the world not dealing me the material, or am i not going out and getting it? hmm you see i’ve always sort of held my psuedo heideggerian active passive stance on the blogging. if i force it–it’ll never work…when i ignore it…well nothing gets done, but if i wait, in watchful attunededness  or some shit, then the gems seem to appear.

I thought the towncar confessions post was one of those, i wa sa bit underwhelmed by the response. oh well, no biggie.  such is life.

I am intersted in our new crop of wawasworld style faux celebrity commenters. can’t say as i’m super excited, but hell, traffic is traffic. i’d love to know how people are ending up on the site. typepad’s reporting tools are er, not the greatest.

so as natty so aptly put it, i did choose to run the towncar story before talking about her birthday party…mainly because that’s how the shit when down chronologically. and i mean, com’on crack ho’s and anal sex…you gotta lead with what people want to see. as they say in upstate NY…"anywayS"

so in a feeble attempt to make natty’s big 30th b-day a special event, i first tried to arrange a suprise party, but, and i know this is lame, she’s so hard to plan for, and hide shit from, i promptly ditched that idea and just told her that i was going to gather people at the house to celebrate the saturday after her big day.   there were some techincal problems with evite (when did they start to suck so much?) and blah blah blah….

so on the saturday, i got up at 8 with a full list of shit that i wanted to accomplish before go time (7pm)…i wanted to clean and vaccum the whole house, prime some trim in the kitchen to cover up the henry grime…we had to put together the new ikea dining table and chairs…get the booze, clean the bathrooms…make the fondue…all sorts of shit.  I"ll spare you the play by play but somehow ti all got done…natty put together the table and chairs…and somehow everything else came together.

Oddly enough, people seem to arrive on time to shit nowadays..when did the fashionably late thing become unfashionable? well anyway, i was putting the finishing touches on some shit when people started arriveing. so i started drinking. and i started making the fondue, and servign drinks and putting out the plates and introducting people and all that sort of shit.

after all these years, natty has accurately captured my entertaining style: manic and then drunk. it’s true, i run around like a freak for the first hour, tending to everyone-then i just get loaded. it’s like flipping a switch. i think it’s because i’m usually tired from the prep. work and never seem to eat anything. after that it’s all downhill.  all in all i think people had fun, much booze was consumed. the evening was a great success, especically in terms of my worlds overlapping. Wawa made the trip down, and finally met ex coworker don and jenni face to face, throw in some of natty’s nursing school friends, and well it was an interesting mix. the evening ended with wawa donning a wok cover for some classic make the white kids laugh at the expense of my asian heritage jokes.

now i know i’m getting old, b/c we went to bed around 2 am, and inspite of all the booze, my body got my ass up at 6:30. now that is bullshit. i remember the glory days of college where i’d booze till 1 and then sleep until 1 pm the next day…what the fuck happned to me?

the next day natty and i sat around and watched movies on hbo and did nothing, it was awesome, at least that was like college. er well, then i made the other fondue that i didn’t make the nigth before. i duno. i love the melted cheese…what of it.

ok this is taking too long. i’ll try to post more stuff later.