GREETINGS FROM RURAL PENNSYLVANIA!

i love my aunt kathy's house. it is effin gorgeous and perfect and i could live in her kitchen.

so far things are going well with the fam, today we are headed to MY city to see the rockettes, pretty stoked.

then we are eating at Remi, some italian place my aunt and uncle like, yelpers seem to dig it.

in other news, i have been having a lot of trouble sleeping and i don't know why. the other night i thought it was because i drank an energy bev at about 4pm, not that they have ever really affected me that badly before when it comes to sleep. last night is just completely unexplainable though, i watched 3 eps of arrested development on hulu trying to stop my head from going going going...but it barely worked. i fell asleep for maybe an hour and had heinous nightmares of being held up at gunpoint!

march of the penguins

penguins stuffed with cream cheese and a cream cheese igloo



alfajorpes (a south american shortbread cookie) filled with milk chocolate, some dipped in flaked coconut

but i know i'm still right here, and i know here is still nowhere

The Dutchess and the Duke record has consumed me. There are very few times when I hear a song and within the first 10 seconds I am filled with an almost animalistic knowledge that not only this song but every song compiled with this song into a record will be incredibly and profoundly affecting for me. This song that I heard was "Reservoir Park" and it was one of the only songs hype machine had of theirs. I bought the album on amazon. I NEVER do that. But I had to. I went on just to look at how much the album cost, and I saw the "download this album" button and I just clicked it. I didn't even think about it. I just saw it and I clicked it, and I have not regretted it yet.

They do retro so well, it's not cheesy or patronizing, it's just a part of them. The lyrics are simple but deep, the kind of lyrics that make you think "I could write those" only to reexamine their composition moments later and realize "No I fucking could not!" because sometimes people just know how to put words together so perfectly that every other sentence you write for the rest of your life seems to be a testament to how much you will never write like them/that.

I love this fucking album so much that it is making me angry to write about it right now. I can't explain it by stringing together letters. I cannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnot.

That was 20 n's.

Polish Apricot-Filled Cookies

retroSPECtive

excerpt

from David Foster Wallace's "Infinite Jest"

"...the soul's certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheer."

i bust my ass to find a job...any job, you don't even show up for interviews!

can someone please explain to me what is wrong with the people who work at the Post Office? are any of them anything more than human black holes? is the government raising deceivingly ethnic zombie babies in some compound under a desert in wherever the fuck there are deserts and then just sending them when they look old and haggard enough to go work in post offices around the country?

SERIOUSLY.

it's like doing their job is going to kill them! it's like no matter who you are or how nicely you greet them or how completely you put up with their unpleasant demeanor from the get-go they just won't break their icy stare or their lacsadaisical ways.

i'm sorry but i would KILL for their job. KILL...you know what vaguely asian post office worker?! i don't have a paying job right now. i am selling all of my belongings on amazon.com! and do you know what my belongings are worth so far is US dollars?! a touch under $200! do you know how that makes me feel? do you know how lucky you are to get to sit in your slightly adorable little post office worker uniform with your little silk bow tied hanky thing and your gorgeous vintage gold pin and simply enter information on your computer, print out a FUCKING sticker, stick it on a package or envelope or what have you and just toss it into some massive pile of mail?!

i bet you get a nice long lunch break and you probably have benefits and get most holidays off, and you don't have to work on sundays, and you probably don't work later than 6pm on any given day and THAT SOUNDS PRETTY FUCKING GOOD TO ME RIGHT NOW.

so the next time i come in with 7 packages and you look at me like i am the devil incarnate, or whatever is evil in asia, why don't you just realize that in those little packages are things that i care about that i am now forced to sell to people who may not take very good care of them, whereas you sit on a fairly comfortable rolly chair all day listening to "chestnuts roasting on an open fire" or whatever other stupid yet heart-warming christmas song the local radio station is playing GETTING PAID so it could be worse.