Entries from May 2007 ↓

Brittney and Ivy, originally uploaded by cwage.

There is something about this photo that I really love. And I usually hate my profile. Good work, Chris!

There is an element of my job that makes me feel very lonely. Like I’m the teacher or the bartender or the camp counselor. There is a distance between me and everyone else just by virtue of the position. I often feel like I’m on the outside looking in.

I feel like I’m constantly being judged, and I guess I am. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to finding scalding criticisms of my work in various coves of the internet. Or the letters with threats of calls to management.

I’m tired of reading these people’s opinions. No offense to them, they constantly surprise me with their wit and insight, but boy, am I burned out. This group of writing is all I read anymore by and large. I come home thoroughly drained. Hell, I’m tired of my own opinion. I don’t care what I care about anymore! I just want to read the paper again without having to form a bulletproof opinion on the issue at hand. I’d like to be able to write about my life, but it has sort of evaporated. Every single person I know knows about this blog. Every one.  And if they don’t they will soon enough. Can you say that about your own weblog?

I miss flying under the radar. It was therapeutic for me to write about my life, my troubles, my mishaps here. I don’t feel like I can do that anymore. I mean, in reality, I shouldn’t be writing this.

Obviously, I’m burned out. Oh, and I feel like a total asshole complaining about the blog job, just so you know. It’s like when Cameron Diaz bemoans being too pretty. Makes you want to slap her, but that’s the other part of my problem. I feel like no one understands. Who else does what I do? No one, really. Not in the same capacity. Just another reason why I feel lonely.

I need a vacation. Good news is I’ve got one coming soon.

Scene from the bowling alley:

Me: What kind of beer did Jack get, I wonder.
Amy: Well, I know this is not Bud Light. He hates Bud Light. He’ll order anything but Bud Light. He says it gives him a headache. And he wouldn’t get it for me, I don’t like it either.
[Jack returns from his turn bowling.]
Amy: Jack, what kind of beer is this?
Jack: Bud Light.
[pregnant pause]
Jack: You know I take care of ya.

What would you say if I told you that until I saw a photograph of Jerry Falwell yesterday that I had him confused with Pat Robertson? And that I once also confused Pat Robertson with Pat Buchanan?

I really dislike coming in to work to some man’s stank leather mandals on my desk. In fact, I think I might hate it.

I have some tequila at home, but I’m tired of margaritas. And shots are nice, and all, but not on a school night. So, I was wondering: Can you suggest a cocktail that uses tequila as its main ingredient? I want to try something new.

Ignore the part where I obviously don’t know how to read.

And I have more to give away.