Dear critter in my ceiling,
Get out. Please. You wake me up with your scurrying noises. This is only the second time, but three strikes and I call the maintenance guys.
You sound small, so I’m guessing you’re a squirrel. If I buy you some nuts and put them on my balcony, will you promise to stay out of my ceiling?
Walnuts? Pecans? I know peanuts aren’t good for squirrels, but I’m pretty sure they don’t sell bags of acorns at Dillons.
Love,
Katie
Posted: 10:52 am ·
Category: Apartment, Letters ·
Comments: 1
I hauled my collections down to the recycling center today. It’s a quarterly exercise where I go and look at all the hippies and wonder if I blend in with them. (I think I do.)
I bundle up three months’ worth of newspapers, a few beer bottles, a couple of wine bottles and a big mountain of Diet Coke cans. I want to think that these cans breed in my kitchen closet when I’m not looking, but they don’t. I put every single one of those cans into that trash bag. I know because I crunch them all by hand and my hands are very tired.
And then I put it all into my trunk, drive down to the highway, get on, get off two exits later and drive into the sad part of town where the houses are smaller than my one-bedroom apartment. I turn right on Clark Street and ponder whether I should wait in line to park inside the warehouse or take an open parking spot outside and lug my junk a little farther. Depends on how long the line is. It’s been longer lately.
And I pick up a big, heavy laundry basket full of newspapers and awkwardly carry it inside, thinking, “thank god for weightlifting class or this would be even less fun.” Then some teenage volunteer says, “I can take that for you, ma’am,” and “ma’am” makes me feel old and unattractive, although I appreciate the help.
And then, my trunk emptied, I drive home dreaming of the day when I live in a house and have curbside recycling.
Posted: 12:56 pm ·
Category: Consumerism ·
Comments: 2
For anyone who worries that I’ve disappeared off the face of the earth: I’m still active on Twitter if not here.
Unrelated: Dictionary.app is my favorite thing. I’m amazed I ever passed the GRE. Someone should torture me with flash cards before my vocabulary completely vanishes.
Posted: 10:22 pm ·
Category: Geek, Links, Writing ·
Comments: None
Why can’t I wear prints? Why do I hate them on the hanger and on me, but not on other people (as much)? Why does the (tasteful!) floral print shirt I bought online make me want to puke when I model it in front of the mirror?
I like solids. I like textures. I will wear pinstripe and plaid and houndstooth pants, but can’t stand the sight of the multicolored anything above the waist.
Should I seek therapy or accept that solids are probably more flattering anyway?
Posted: 9:14 pm ·
Category: Status ·
Comments: None
A tidbit from Future of Web Apps: Mullenweg said that, even on their best days, the CNN blogs powered by Wordpress.com get less traffic than the lolcats.
Anyway. Congrats to McCain. He worked hard to get this nomination, and his smile when he announced his arrival at the finish line was adorable. His wife, however, looked like a scary vulture woman.
Posted: 8:50 pm ·
Category: Geek, Politics ·
Comments: None
