What the hell?

he's always happy when he goes

so i just watched pieces of The Perfect Storm, and just didn't get it. Particularly the part where George Clooney is steering the big boat into the tsunami-like wave yelling like a madman. What, like his itty bitty rudder is supposed to be making a difference here?

I'm glad I didn't pay for for it when it was in the movie theatre.

I did manage to shred a bagful of personal paper. (Who needs to keep bank statements like they amortize?)

I found a host of movie gift certificates that expire by the end of the month, so it looks like I'll be watching at least 3 movies a week. I had adult-rage when I was forced to bring PLIERS downstairs to un-wedge my mail out. Like there's any need to stuff 3 magazines in like that. (My Vogue is still at the post office. I think I"m going to let everything expire. I've had it with the paper that creeps up. Instead, I'm going to expirement with visiting the library up the street.)

Let's see how long that lasts:)

I'm lying on a harem of pillows as I type. I have all these big square pillows that I need to re-cover. They're a hodge podge of colors (pink, light green, black, leopard). Which reminds me, I need ot make a list of things not to buy, as they're already in existence (read: paid by someone else) at my parent's house....

This would fix the rocking chair and the dining table chairs.

Hmph.

Ok, Ivan. Come on in. Glad I'm not living in FL. Geez.

posted by irene @ 9/12/2004 10:54:00 PM