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September 07, 2004
Fahrenheit 9/7
Well helllllloooooooooooooooooooooooo. We hope you all enjoyed the long weekend, and are just as miserable as we are that it's over. And by "it," we mean every day of the past three months leading up to today, which is, really, the crappiest day of the year.
There is no end to the list of reasons why the day after Labor Day fuckin sucks wind. Ok, fine, so the weather is absolutely lovely-- but that makes it even worse, because it just underscores the fact that you can't be out in it, sucka. Girl-E's lids are heavy and brow is knit (even more than the default knit that normally inhabits her face), because the day after Labor Day is the official start of the need to do actual labor. Even if you're working, there's something about the summer that says, "ah, just bag it. You can do it tomorrow," pretty much every day. But come Black Tuesday, everyone expects you to suddenly be a productive member of society, and you're just all like "wha?". Yeah.
Granted, when Girl-E was in school, the day after Labor Day was a double-edged sword; on the one hand vacation was over, but on the other hand, she got to see all her friends again and break in a new set of three-ring binders. She also has a habit of forgetting just how much she hates, hates, HATES heat and humidity, so the cooling of early fall is always a pleasant surprise. But now, she works on the other side-- within a few days, the halls of the institution at which she works will be infested with students, and their idiocy will trickle down to make her life suck. Last year, this was her plucky first day on the job. This year, it's like the four-millionth, with no end in sight.
Anyway, one exacerbating factor is that she's fricking beat to hell from moving. She has eight bruises on her left leg, three on her right, and her shoulders feel like she just finished as stroke in the Head of the Charles. Not that she's complaining about the move as a concept, because her new place is super dope. But she is complaining about the owwie part, because she's a pussy. But she's just gonna have to suck it up, hunker down, pack away her white shoes and try to look forward to Must See TV season premiers. If anyone's up for another BBQ or two, though, she's totally game.
Posted by The Twins at September 7, 2004 11:07 AM
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You name the time and place, and I will seriously hook you up with the dopest barbecue y'ever did see!
(Provided the place is within the greater Chicago area.)
Posted by: jeff at September 7, 2004 11:19 AM
(and provided you give me a couple days heads' up so that I can learn how to cook.)
Posted by: jeff at September 7, 2004 11:22 AM
If by "greater Chicago area" you mean "east of the Colorado," then I can probably make that work.
Posted by: EV at September 7, 2004 11:24 AM
Yes, that is exactly what I meant. ;)
Posted by: jeff at September 7, 2004 01:15 PM