MSN doesn't care about white people.



as of wednesday afternoon, the hotmail account that i've kept for many a year was somehow broken into, my password changed, and the some 1700 emails i've saved and 200 contacts i've kept are no long in my reach.

oh, this hurts a little.

anyway, you all can reach me here from now on. and please, if you get a message from my old hotmail account, let me know immediately (ESPECIALLY SINCE MSN SEEMS TO HAVE NO CONCERN WHATSOEVER ABOUT THIS).

last minute costume ideas, anyone?

greetings, citizens. i have a deathwish.

and death, i think, is no parenthesis.

i have woefully returned from my supervisor's office after a heart-to-heart, that went something like this:

"i have to take tomorrow off."

why?

"i just do. i don't have a legitimate answer for you. either i get it off or i don't."

what if you don't?

"than you can expect less than satisfactory work from me. guaranteed. and i'll probably be several hours late."

why?

"i can't say."

then you can't have the day off.

"okay. but just keep in mind what i said about my performance. i will not NOT disappoint in that arena. and expect me in somewheres around noon."

you can't prelude your tardiness, or else it isn't tardiness, it's truancy.

"what, are we in high school? i can't work tomorrow!"

anne, without some sort of valid excuse, i can't give you time off without two weeks notice.

"i have the flu. i have conjuntivitis. i have jury duty. i have a court date. i have a dentist appointment. my house burned down. i have community service. i'll be out of the country. i have to wash my hair."

anne, you sound desperate. is everything okay?

"oh, everything's fantastic. just fantastic."


...and with that, you dastardly nay-sayers, i bid adieu, once again, to another annual month of sobriety. it's been real. it's been fun. see you next year.

and then i went back to the office, painted the door red, and changed my name to 'elizabeth arden.'

hey, remember that time on goldenfiddle when spencer said he would send you nice things if you forwarded him a receipt for donation to the red cross after the hurricanes?

and you did?

and remember shortly after, that you moved, and your old leasing office kept calling you to come pick up some mail and a box of crap you left in the dishwasher?

and you put it off for like, a month and a half because you're lazy?

and then you finally picked it up and there was a package from goldenfiddle with the cd and a hand-written thank you note?

...that was awesome.

[note to self] check pricing on personalized stationary for the bible.

reading is fundamental.





...so is homemade falafel.

so is this.

and this too.

and we'll just throw this in there for good measure.

i totally got my camera back.

are you reading this?

if you are, which, i'll bet money that you ARE, you probably belong at lounge tonight.

it's the first lounge meeting of the fall! the creative-intellect type are invited one and all (and your roommate who drinks too much and never empties the dishwahser. and your neighbor. and your accountant.) are invited to come mingle socially for no good reason a'tall tonight at the lounge on colfax.

come down around 8-ish. it'll be fun. we can talk about old times, like how you promised to buy me a club soda.

clumsy lovers tonight!



one of my favorite live alt-country-bluegrass-ish bands, the clumsy lovers, are playing at the walnut room tonight.

they're from canada. maybe i'll send them my Evite, too.

one minor problem with Evite

is that when you're composing an invitation at 10:30 on a sunday night, you tend to just glance at your contacts and add any name that looks familiar, or doesn't give you a mental red flag just by looking at it.

...apparently, i have invited arcade fire to my housewarming party.

(it'd be kind of awesome if they came, or even politely declined.)

lies my sister told me vol. 241

"in the house on race street, mom and dad hated our neighbor.

the young rebel was constantly bashing his drums loudly into the wee hours of the night, keeping up families for blocks ovrer."

it's true. we did not, despite what i have boasted to many, grow up next door to henry rollins.

the cost of sobriety

i'm keeping a running tab of watering holes in this town who unabashedly charge unsuspecting patrons for club sodas.

at the cost of $1.50 per order, at the rate of 4 club sodas a night, i could easily be ordering 3 $2 beers and catching a buzz.

so much for the "and i'll be saving so much money!" incentive. sigh.

i'm having some trouble thinking of a suitable halloween costume this year. so far, the list is as follows:

angsty teen

dead flight attendant (is it time yet?)

pregnant britney

martha stewart in shackles (i know. so overdone.)

your mom (but i need you to send a photo)

jenny lewis or meg white


busy at work today, but maybe you'll find these as entertaining as i do.

operation eden is siege's (ikeepadiary's best good friend) blog from mississipi, shooting hurricane damage and providing pretty interesting commentary on the perspective of hurricane victims. i gave him some dollars and then i reveled in my own ignorance and personal plight of the white woman. woooo!

this might also start taking up some of my time.

i saw a feature on post secret on CNN the other day. hah.

is it october 27th yet?

jesus has a six-pack.



and, as marky says, "the spear in his side will make it all go 'pop.'"

also on the list of appreciation: puppy killers and cheating husbands

five degrees is having a model appreciation party this wednesday!



remember to bring change for two bills - the demand for eight balls are skyrocketing.

vidication of (this) woman

so you'll believe it when THEY say it, but not when i do?

you're so cooking for yourself from now on.

(sorry, russ.)

the el's nuggets of wisdom

"anne, i've grown tired of the sophisticated woman."

rrrreally. and who does that leave?

"strippers, anne. i'm talkin' about strippers."

from behind the bar to behind the podium.

"hey, what are you doing for lunch?"

picking my nose. why?

"...i got the job."

shut up.

"no, seriously."

no, seriously, shut up.

"i did. i got it. i start the first of november."

sooo...that means you're leaving?

"...yeah."

okay. i'll meet you for lunch. you're buying.

...and i'll bet the colorado springs district attorney's office would be THRILLED to know what you do on your lunch break.

damnit.

for example jude, at the party, was takin her clothes off

there's so much going on, i don't think we know what to do with ourselves.

but start here. (go to "music" and listen to "proposition 61" if i haven't made you already.)

here's the october round-up. i think the list is growing by the day. let me know what i missed, and i hope to see some of you at these, since i'll be sober and i'll remember your name.

10/5 - earlimart @ hi-dive

10/7 - the frames @ bluebird

10/7, 8 - mike doughty @ the fox

10/8 - death cab for cutie @ the fillmore

10/12 - the dresden dolls @ the fox

10/14 - sleater-kinney w/ matson jones @ the gothic

10/15 - gogol bordello @ bluebird

10/17 - lcd soundsystem @ the fox

10/22 - faultline @ larimer lounge (OH. MY. GOD.)

10/24 - jem @ the fox

10/25 - suicide girls (live!) @ the gothic

10/26 - iron & wine @ the fillmore

10/29 - liz phair @ the gothic

10/30 - captured! by robots @ lion's lair

10/31 - born in the flood @ hi-dive

10/31 - my morning jacket @ the fox

10/31 - sara t. @ larimer lounge

11/14 - minus the bear @ the fox

let me know what i'm forgetting. i only gave larimer lounge's site a once-over.

sober assignment version 2K5

code name: "death cook dean cab"




due sunday: a five-page composition comparing and contrasting ben gibbard's erratic, animated comic stylings with dane cook's subtle, erudite but somehow quietly anthemic lo-fi style of the post-grunge insurgence.

wait.

strike that.

reverse it.

fiyah fiyah!

deeeeaaaaar girl who's name i'm not supposed to mention MOLLY,

the next time blahdie blah comes and plays the whoppedy doo,

and you meet blahdie blah's d.j. the night before and he asks you for a ride home,

and then invites you up to his hotel room, and mentions room service...

...just go, dude.

we're beyond pride here. we take handouts. we drop names. we bum smokes. we take rides.

and by "we," i mean "you."