on beauty

my bus reading material is currently zadie smith's On Beauty.
so as i was reading this morning i looked at my black t-shirt and it was covered in cat hair. no matter what i do i am always a walking hairball.
back in Passau i used to go to this billiard hall called "cafe alibi." there was this guy that worked there...alfonse...alois? i don't remember. but i was fascinated by him. he reminded me somehow of a dr. seuss character. if dr. seuss had created a gigolo.
anyway, one day andi and i were in the fussgaengerzone and i saw alfonsois walking along. i pointed him out and started to follow him for a bit. when i noticed that his shirt was covered in cat hair.

andi: "i think that's beautiful...i would never think to not wear a shirt just because it was covered in cat hair..."

you know what andicat, neither would i.

xo.

after thoughts

i realized the other day that my deoderant was making me smell like a homeless person. like i had repeatedly pissed into my armpits.

my boyfriend has two urethras.

he also has a tail.

i just remembered something about the blog entry dated january 15, 2007: when my host mother returned from the all night pharmacy she handed me some pills and a bunch of little foil packets shaped like bullets.
i turned one of them over in my fingers, studying the packaging. i wasn't really paying attention to frau dobmeier so :
hm: "blahblahblahblahblah.....im Arsch."
lb: "wie bitte?"
hm: "du musst es im Arsch nehmen."
lb: "nein!"
at that point i didn't care if i was going to die in deutchland or not. there was no way in hell i was sticking anything in my ass. when i made it out alive it made me wonder if the doctor had prescibed me suppositories just to be funny.

my job really sucks right now.

also, even though i've decided to stop collecting snowglobes, i will make an exception if that snowglobe from the Great Buddha ever comes along.

i can't wait to get out of here.

together again.

after a 5 day long travel nightmare i have finally been re-united with the man i'm in love with.
he's been hanging out at the house, porky piggin' it.

it's incredible.

arch nemesis. the saga.

so, according to fleetwood this is what happened during my absence at kung fu last night.
fleeter and renee were talking about how i was moving to ny.

stink eye: who's moving to ny?
fleeter: lisa.
s.e.: who's lisa?
fj: you know. the girl i'm always in class with.
s.e.: no.
fj: yeah you do. she has long black hair.
s.e.: i don't know her.
fj: yeah you do. she's half vietnamese.
s.e.: oh. that girl.

what the hell? i don't know why it gets to me. but i wanna beat the living crap out of her.

broken telephone

fleetwood and i have been talking for a couple of years about how we need to make tin can telephones so that we can talk to each other at work.
so, today i finally made them. she gave me soup cans, i brought in string and a nail. but when we tried to use them they didn't work because we were so close to each other that i could actually just here her talking without the can up to my ear.
we were all sad because we wanted to whisper to each other.
then i looked at my telephone on my desk. picked up. dialed her desk number. she answered.

fj: "this is fleetwood."
lb: "can you hear me?"
fj: "i can hear you"
lb: "can you hear me because you can hear me or can you hear me through the phone?"
fj: "i can hear you through the phone."

why had we never thought of that before?

storm trooper

so let's talk about the man i'm in love with. mr. bongiorno.
my lovely michael was scheduled to leave nyc at 8:50 wednesday night arriving just after midnight. yesterday morning he decided to suprise me by coming in early. he called jet blue and found that there was still space on an earlier flight, so he arrived at the airport before 11am. shortly thereafter mayhem ensued.
the 730am flight to austin still hadn't left. so he waited in line and got a seat on that one. jfk closed. then the flight was supposed to leave at 4pm. then 5. then 1030. then 1130. then jfk closed again. my storm trooper of a boyfriend stayed at that airport trying to find a way to austin until 6am this morning (my time). he got home just after 7am (8am eastern time). unable to get a flight to austin, houston or dallas within the next 24 hours. he has a flight booked for sunday night. he'll stay until saturday.
he was at jfk for almost 24 hours. if that's not love, i don't know what is.

in the key of life

this morning, as i was clearing my bookshelf of giveaway stuff, i came across a cute journal that someone had brought me from japan years ago. it was hard-bound. the spine read "a day in the life of the fuzzy bears".
i remembered writing in it at one point and i opened it to see if it was worth salvaging. i read the first few pages, and kind of laughed. but then the entries got longer starting in may of 2003. as i read it i seriously thought to myself "i can't believe i that this was my life. i can't believe that i was in a place where i would actually think like this." at times throughout the day i would think about it and become a little sad for where i was then. and i'm so glad i'm not there anymore.