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May. 25th, 2002 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Ugh.
I feel ill.
Icky gross! I blame darius and his evil throat-disease-of-random-death kung-fu.
today i have to go get the moving truck. i have to wait, however, for someone to wake up so they can drive me there, or i can drive them there, whatever; i just know that driving one car there and leaving it there would be entirely counterproductive.
also, i'm not sure i can drive a truck. fortunately it's not far. it's on monroe ave. somewhere, or just off it. (am slightly confused by mapquest.) i should call them and confirm that they have it there. it would be very bad if they didn't. they said (when i reserved online) that they should contact me if it wasn't available. ::bites nails absently:: So they would have, right? ... if things don't go right, i will be killed by my parents.
there are all kinds of things i meant to do, and haven't...
argh.
i predict that it will be some time before anyone gets up to drive me places. Dave K. flew in last night and the three of us were up fairly late-- we all went to Tahou's :: [know what, since i can, i'll be nice and put all the images behind an lj-cut. The following links are the reason you should never let people like me have a digital camera and bring it everywhere with them.]
and were oh so happy to have a plate (it did occur to me that it might be pretty much my last time there. sort of... bummed me out, it did). Then we decided that at 11 pm or whatever it was, it was too early to just go home. Well, what the hell is there to do in Rochester at 11 pm if you've already had a plate?
Obviously Wegman's is the answer.
this one is the BEST:
Yes, they make vegetarian buffalo wings. A fact about which Dave is, apparently, very pleased indeed.
Note his uvula, in that it's clearly visible. Nice, huh?
Following our sojourn in Wegman's, during which Darius and Dave played with cold flaccid squishy meat, we adjourned to our house where, following some adventurous exploration of http://www.homestarrunner.com, we watched Clerks, because Dave's never seen it. It was necessary that he see it, so that he'd understand that when I wrote the lines
my love for you is like a truck ber-ser-ker
would you like some making fuck ber-ser-ker
in an email to him, I wasn't making them up. (This is crucial, you understand. Because he didn't already think I'm a total lunatic.
Oh wait... well, shit.
well, hell, it's worth a watch anyhow. )
Then we stayed up far far too late, and Darius was brutally assaulted with stuffed animals, etc., hilarity ensued, yadda yadda. Finally got some sleep but I couldn't sleep this morning. I have too much to do. So i've been puttering around since about 8. Fucking telemarketers kept calling-- buncha savages-- etc. etc. etc., i am deeply weary and there's no sleep for me, 'till brooklyn, or something...
where was I?
shit, now i'm incoherent. eh, fuck, time to go and do more stuff, right? suuure.
::blink::
as far as i can understand, dave k. had to fly here because his car's not working, and he's going to rent a van so he can steal darius's couch, which is ostensibly the point of coming here. it seems excessive to me, but he's right, it's the only time he can come get this couch, and I'm sure it's better than spending the weekend in New Jersey.
He does firmly believe that New Jersey is Purgatory.
Right, i'm quite beyond coherence now so I'm going to go.
::ppp
I feel ill.
Icky gross! I blame darius and his evil throat-disease-of-random-death kung-fu.
today i have to go get the moving truck. i have to wait, however, for someone to wake up so they can drive me there, or i can drive them there, whatever; i just know that driving one car there and leaving it there would be entirely counterproductive.
also, i'm not sure i can drive a truck. fortunately it's not far. it's on monroe ave. somewhere, or just off it. (am slightly confused by mapquest.) i should call them and confirm that they have it there. it would be very bad if they didn't. they said (when i reserved online) that they should contact me if it wasn't available. ::bites nails absently:: So they would have, right? ... if things don't go right, i will be killed by my parents.
there are all kinds of things i meant to do, and haven't...
argh.
i predict that it will be some time before anyone gets up to drive me places. Dave K. flew in last night and the three of us were up fairly late-- we all went to Tahou's :: [know what, since i can, i'll be nice and put all the images behind an lj-cut. The following links are the reason you should never let people like me have a digital camera and bring it everywhere with them.]
and were oh so happy to have a plate (it did occur to me that it might be pretty much my last time there. sort of... bummed me out, it did). Then we decided that at 11 pm or whatever it was, it was too early to just go home. Well, what the hell is there to do in Rochester at 11 pm if you've already had a plate?
Obviously Wegman's is the answer.
this one is the BEST:
Yes, they make vegetarian buffalo wings. A fact about which Dave is, apparently, very pleased indeed.
Note his uvula, in that it's clearly visible. Nice, huh?
Following our sojourn in Wegman's, during which Darius and Dave played with cold flaccid squishy meat, we adjourned to our house where, following some adventurous exploration of http://www.homestarrunner.com, we watched Clerks, because Dave's never seen it. It was necessary that he see it, so that he'd understand that when I wrote the lines
my love for you is like a truck ber-ser-ker
would you like some making fuck ber-ser-ker
in an email to him, I wasn't making them up. (This is crucial, you understand. Because he didn't already think I'm a total lunatic.
Oh wait... well, shit.
well, hell, it's worth a watch anyhow. )
Then we stayed up far far too late, and Darius was brutally assaulted with stuffed animals, etc., hilarity ensued, yadda yadda. Finally got some sleep but I couldn't sleep this morning. I have too much to do. So i've been puttering around since about 8. Fucking telemarketers kept calling-- buncha savages-- etc. etc. etc., i am deeply weary and there's no sleep for me, 'till brooklyn, or something...
where was I?
shit, now i'm incoherent. eh, fuck, time to go and do more stuff, right? suuure.
::blink::
the final lj-cut!
as far as i can understand, dave k. had to fly here because his car's not working, and he's going to rent a van so he can steal darius's couch, which is ostensibly the point of coming here. it seems excessive to me, but he's right, it's the only time he can come get this couch, and I'm sure it's better than spending the weekend in New Jersey.
He does firmly believe that New Jersey is Purgatory.
Right, i'm quite beyond coherence now so I'm going to go.
::ppp
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bittersweet memories...
still haven't gone to the Lyell Ave. Nick's.
one of these days we'll find it.
the main st. Tahou's just has that certain atmosphere.
driving almost 200 miles for a plate. we must be crazy.
Mapquest, ugh.
Date: 2002-05-25 08:34 pm (UTC)Re: Mapquest, ugh.
Date: 2002-05-25 11:11 pm (UTC)in this case, it was my mis-reading that led me to believe that route 33 was route 31. Hm. Difference. Fortunately, darius knew where the thing was.
i won't get into what went wrong, but it wasn't a successful trip... ah well.
Re: Mapquest, ugh.
Date: 2002-05-26 05:57 am (UTC)Sorry to hear the trip went bad. Good luck with the move!