I just dropped a tube of lipstick under my desk. I fumbled around without taking my eyes off the document I'm writing, but couldn't find the guy.

ooooh, there you are.



I followed the spider around for awhile which was pretty peaceful. I think it knew I was following it because it didn't do anything neat or particularly spider-y. Just kind of jetted along in different directions. Which I guess is spider-y.

It disappeared while I was writing this and now I have no idea where my lipstick is.

And that document didn't write its goddamn self, either.

Jesus I hate spiders that pic gives me the heebie jeebies

I would shoot that spider with a .44 magnum if I were you, ask around I'm sure someone in the office is packing

I've consciously tried to do nothing today at work. Nothing.

busbus wrote:I've consciously tried to do nothing today at work. Nothing.

consciously trying is still doing something. you are trying to do nothing. you're failing. you have to just do nothing. not try.

I have things that are being asked of me and I am trying hard not to do anything with said things. I get your point though, I'm doing something in trying to do nothing. Fuck this. Typing this is too much work, I gotta stop. National anthem plays in background and then...
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

This probably belongs in the creepy guy thread.

Went to a gig last night with my friend and his wife. A girl was there that I've spoken to via msn and text message on and off for quite some time but never met. It was always agreed that while we're both shy, reclusive types we would some day make an effort to hang out together. That day never came and we stopped talking as much recently so I thought this gig would be a good chance to meet her without the pressure of having her over to my house as per our original plan. (at this point if you're thinking I'm a twat don't read on, I don't get any cooler)

I had to get a few beers in me before I approached her table. Eventually I went over, said hello and made some light-hearted joke. Almost immediately she started intensively studying some piece of paper in front of her. Then put her hand up to her face, like she was shielding herself from me. The next minute was incredibly fucking awkward as I just stood there with her friend staring at me. So I walked back over to my friends and told them how I'd just been blanked.

After we left I text her and said that that was my last attempt to talk to her and told her how fucking ignorant she is. She apologised and said she's shy and blah blah blah. I told her to have a nice life.

If you don't know what it's like to be a shy and anxious person (imagine Woody Allen if all his dialogue was internal) you could dismiss this scenario as childish and very much a bullshit 21st century, first world problem (do I delete her on myspace? oh noes!). I know it's gonna consume my thoughts for a while though. First time I've approached a girl since 1985 and she put her hand to her face to block me out! I wonder if the emos are accepting new members.

Rotten Tanx wrote:This probably belongs in the creepy guy thread.

Went to a gig last night with my friend and his wife. A girl was there that I've spoken to via msn and text message on and off for quite some time but never met. It was always agreed that while we're both shy, reclusive types we would some day make an effort to hang out together. That day never came and we stopped talking as much recently so I thought this gig would be a good chance to meet her without the pressure of having her over to my house as per our original plan. (at this point if you're thinking I'm a twat don't read on, I don't get any cooler)

I had to get a few beers in me before I approached her table. Eventually I went over, said hello and made some light-hearted joke. Almost immediately she started intensively studying some piece of paper in front of her. Then put her hand up to her face, like she was shielding herself from me. The next minute was incredibly fucking awkward as I just stood there with her friend staring at me. So I walked back over to my friends and told them how I'd just been blanked.

After we left I text her and said that that was my last attempt to talk to her and told her how fucking ignorant she is. She apologised and said she's shy and blah blah blah. I told her to have a nice life.

If you don't know what it's like to be a shy and anxious person (imagine Woody Allen if all his dialogue was internal) you could dismiss this scenario as childish and very much a bullshit 21st century, first world problem (do I delete her on myspace? oh noes!). I know it's gonna consume my thoughts for a while though. First time I've approached a girl since 1985 and she put her hand to her face to block me out! I wonder if the emos are accepting new members.

I've had shit like this happen to me too, I feel your pain. Just don't let it knock your confidence in talking to the next girl.

I just got back from Madison. A van that appeared to be a touring van was parked outside of my apartment building.

It had the Shellac symbol on the back. I inspected the truck, looking for guitars, drums, band stuff--found nothing. Perhaps the van belongs to B.J.C. from Qualms? (he apparently lives by me). Perhaps the van belongs to one of the touring bands playing Quencher's or the Empty Bottle tonight?

It could just be that some regular joes who want to get out of Iraq (bumper sticker) work construction and like Shellac enough to put the Shellac icon in the back window.

I heard Teenage Jesus & the Jerks are regrouping in June. Is this true? Anyone know?

I finally have a connection to the cyberspace at the my place. In other words, I'm back!

Edit: So, what has happened during the last two months?