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Clinko de Mayo

28/04/2003

Today is the first day of my Clinko de Mayo celebration. I need close to $800 before July 20th or else I a) won’t be able to renew my drivers liscense and b) will not be able to pay off my 7 (or 8, or 9, or however many I have) tickets and will wind up with another batch of Attachments for my arrest, thereby becoming a plot twist on Oz.

The celebration will culminate sometime in May with a party at mi casa, Good Times style. Donations will not be required, but neither will your attendance, ifyouknowhatImean. For you convienence I take paypal via the link at the bottom of the page.

Of course, I’m joking

…or am I?

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Well, the drama is over

22/04/2003

Ok, back to normal in the Macaluso/Christoffsen household.

Oh, my camera came in! I burned a roll of film with it just to see how shots would come out and I’m very happy with the results. Although none of them are all that great, there’s one or two that are kind of neat. Pretty soon I’ll have to have a little camera page so I can be like all the other photo blogs. :)

Speaking of which, I have some pictures from FQF that have to make it up here. There’s nothing quite like seeing Kasey gnaw on a turkey leg like a Neanderthal.

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Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighing

22/04/2003

Fighting sucks. Fighting with your s/o sucks even worse. Especially when you’re both right and you’re both wrong and neither is willing to just let it go. Drama. Bad, Designing Women kind of drama. I think I’m being Suzanne Sugarbaker too. Uhg, god I hate her.

I’ve been places in my head that I haven’t been to since highschool. Places I didn’t want to see again. This is all making me feel uncomfortable. Maybe Gina was right.

Those cats are fast as lightning.

The cats are being very weird throughout all of this… I slept on the sofa again last night, in the same room with the litterbox. I swear, they were playing in the litter the entire night. Taking turns. This morning there is litter ALL OVER THE LIVING ROOM. I think it’s their little kitty way of saying “Stop it already. Shut up, both of you, and come here and pet me.”

Oh well, I guess we have to see what our ids egos allow us to do with this situation. I have litter to sweep up before I go to work.

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