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December 23rd, 2004

i sat & forever i'm at work here. [Dec. 23rd, 2004|12:48 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |death sandwich.]
[Current Music |crown me king- i sat & forever i'm at work here.]

i can't even remember what i was going to post about. i've been drinking wine (in moderation!) & watching david's present for us, the second season of the gilmore girls. which is probably going to be the best thing ever, now that stupid max medina isn't making out with lorelai! she's luke's girl! also, jenny finally has realized that lorelai is basically a less evil version of me. because that part where she folds the map is true, that happened to me. i think jenny was even there that time that it happened to me. waltz of doom! chernabog unveils his wings on bald mountain! haha fuck gilmore girls is probably super greatest favorite ever! i like it with the enthusiasm of the otaku! oh, okay! i just figured out that jenny is emily! nobody told me! oh shit. gilmore girls, the prisoner, twin peaks, firefly, sports night, you know. good television is today's globe theater. though i guess i hope that doesn't mean that joss wedon is shakespeare. that would be fucking weird. oh man kiss me lorelai gilmore.
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thais, apostate (season premiere this friday at 10:00 on UPN 9) [Dec. 23rd, 2004|10:25 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |semaphore.]
[Current Music |crown me king- we just got a letter]

i am going to be late to work today. not too entirely late, but i am going to be late, & it isn't for lollygagging or fucking around on the internet (the usual suspects). see, the thing is? there isn't any hot water. my double-lovely jenny called me this morning to let me know that that was the case. she had to call me to inform me since i slept in the bedroom last night while she slept on the futon. see, we've been sleeping on the futon on account of our bed-bug problems. problems that just won't fucking quit! every so often i sleep in the bedroom as a lab rat, fluffy & clean. it is getting more complicated now, since i guess the bed bugs have a moses-bug that finally led them out of the bedroom & into the promised land that is our living room. i'm paranoid as hell that the bugs will set up a civilization in our library (we have five units of six level bookshelves) & will never die, but live in paradise amongst the spirits of their ancestors. ancestors our bug spray killed.

anyhow, no hot water means that i will have to wait for their to be some before i leave. now, the other options available to me are to either just go to work unshowered or to bite the bullet & take a cold shower. neither of these are going to happen. as someone who has taken cold showers before under duress (while camping, for instance, or, on one notable occasion, i took the coldest shower of my life on board the aircraft carrier U.S.S Nimitz), i have sworn against them. a covenant, if you will, against goose bumps, shivers, & shakes. seriously, fuck cold showers. if there is any way around them, i will take it. & going unshowered? i entertained the notion. i think, thank, thunk about it. i, as steve from blue's clues would have done, sat in my thinking chair. i figured out whether star-bellied sneetches or non-star-bellied sneetches are better (star-bellied) & worked out a proof of fermat's last theorum. now, sometimes i will go unwashed to work. usually on mondays, because on sunday i go to martak's house to play dungeons & dragons. martak has two cats, jenny is allergic to cats, & so when i get home at one in the morning (1:00 am) i take a shower to i don't get jenny puffy-eyed & dribbling. then on monday morning i figure "eh, i took a shower a couple of hours ago," & just head into work. & i'm not naturally smelly, or at least not agressively so. part of the perks of only being a hideous monster wearing a boy's skin. even if i was smelly, the store is garbage central, so who would notice? the answer? nobody. but i get itchy if i don't shower, you know what i mean? & i need to know if i am itchy from dirt, or from bed bugs. see how that shit all ties together? so i'll just wait for ceasar to finish banging on the pipes, & off i'll be.
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