this entry is rated TBH for tired but happy.



can you believe it? it's 5 pm and i'm HOME!!! i succeeded in crossing off everything on my to-do list at work today, and i busted my ass so i could leave early, and by some traffic miracle, there were no delays on the roadways and i got home in like 40 minutes as opposed to 80 minutes. it's actually still light out...i can't remember the last time i came home from work while it was still light out...



i didn't really get much sleep last night. that's what happens when you don't wear a watch and you have no idea what time it is and you lose all track of time while you're engrossed in conversation...



i watched zoolander again w/ rt last night...i guess someone told him he looks like ben stiller in that movie...i don't think so...he's too tall...well maybe the forehead action..i don't know...



so anyways, like i said me & rt's little postal system experiment worked beautifully...in some ways, it was dumb cuz i had that letter w/ me when i was at his apartment like 3 times in one week, and what do i do? i make mj find me a mailbox that i could deposit it into like 2 blocks from their apartment...it wouldn't have been an experiment without seeing if it would reach rt the way i had it addressed...



i think i'm gonna take a nap...i'm way exhausted...

this entry is rated CAS for clean and sober.



well, me & rt's little postal system experiment was a smashing success! he got my letter without me using any stamps! it worked! he's bringing it over now so i can see what the u.s. postal system stamped on it...



pizza and movie and beer...i'm sooooooooooooooooooooo hungry!!! where is that rt??!!



i'm burning incense...patchouli...yum...megan would KILL me...heeheehee...i can't wait for her & jt to be in town. woohoo!!!

this entry is rated CLBG for clean language bad grammar. even the rating is bad grammar. shit. oh crap now i have to change the rating already. ok MLBG. mild language bad grammar.



anyways...i worked like frickin' 12 hours today...damn fedexes...but the peoples gots to be paid, so i obliged...i started getting a bit loopy towards the end of the day...i put my holden caulfield equivalent hat on in the office even though i wasn't a bit cold...my v.p. walked by my office, saw me wearing the hat and asked me if i was cold...i said no and didn't explain why i was wearing the hat...i felt silly saying it's my holden caulfield equivalent hat...he gave me this weird look, and he's like, 'are you on drugs? i'm gonna have a talk w/ your boss...' it's just a hat...people wear hats all the time...maybe not in a corporate office during work hours but who gives a flying baboon's ass? anyways, as i was driving home at approx. 7:30 pm, i noticed a weird looking moon in the eastern sky, so i decided to take a little detour into evanston to the beach by the lighthouse where i've seen some beautiful sunrises and sunsets and moonrises and starlight and all that wonderful stuff. the beach was deserted when i got there. of course it was. it's frickin' january for crimeny's sake!! only stupid people like me go for a walk alone on the beach in the dead of january in chicago. but i didn't mind the cold. well, okay, i did. but it was worth it to hear the sound of the waves...i love the sound of natural huge bodies of water...especially at night when your visuals go dim and your sense of hearing is heightened in the dark...



i love this beach...it's tiny, but no one's ever really there, even in the summer...the sand is kinda hard now, and there's piles of snow along the waterfront...it was like walking on the moon...i always go there to be alone...not that i'm not usually alone, but it's just one of those places that's kind of a haven for me where i can talk to myself without feeling like a freak...and i like having that lighthouse right there...there's something about a beacon of light that is comforting to me...it's so steady and faithful...



sometimes i just talk to the air...the open space...i love wide open spaces...the sky has been a friend to me for as long as i can remember...i've always looked to the sky in wonderment, be it day or night...and the sky is so big over the lake...it's relatively dark at this beach, so when it's clear out, you can see the constellations...shooting stars and stars in general do still break my heart...i want to kiss the stars sometimes because they're just so damn beatiful...



after nearly suffering frostbite, i went back to my car and thawed out a bit...then i decided to go home the long way, the pretty way, the CURVY way, the FUN way down sheridan road...god, i love that drive...except tonight there were some exceptionally slow drivers out...i'm sorry, but 25mph is not acceptable when there's NO FRICKIN' TRAFFIC!!! those slow cars almost took all the fun out of the curves for me...



so i had me a nat shermans while driving down sheridan, and i was flying high as a kite...driving through evanston down sheridan brings back so many happy memories, some of which even include bruce...drove by beaches i've done photoshoots and hung out at journaling and smoking bidis on the rocks...drove by loyola park where i spent one of my favourite summers being a beach bum...drove by the street where josh & lielle lived for the winter last year...drove by my first apartment out of college on estes...i am such a hopeless sentimental fool...well, i really needed a beer...so i decided to call pete to see what he was up to, and it just so happened that as i was headed south towards the city, my hyde park boys pete & sam were headed north towards uptown to go thrifting for half-off mondays @ unique thrift shoppe on sheridan and wilson, so i met up w/ them there.



after a bit of thrifting, we drove down to the clubhouse next to the metro where the extremely sold out zwan show was going on. between the 3 of us, i think we bought like 15 buttons or something. we're nuts. i told sam when i die, i wanna be buried w/ all my buttons. oh wait, i'm gonna be cremated...i'm gonna have to rethink this one...anyways, after the clubhouse, we found this little alcove next door w/ a HEAT LAMP and walls dotted w/ colored stars!!! those of you who know me know i'm crazy about stars! so i made sam & pete participate in a photoshoot. i think they look so cool...sam smoking his cig and pete on his cell phone. with his mother. ha ha ha!



after the miniphotoshoot, the three of us went to mcd's for a pee break...none of us really wanted food there, so we decided that the only sane thing to do was to head to the hollywood grill...and so we did...pete & i wanted like eggs or omlettes but we also really wanted beer, and we thought it best not to mix the two so we had our standard grill cheeses. i love eating w/ pete. he always eats off my plate. i gotta say that MGD tasted so good after the crazy work day i had today. and it's always nicer to drink beer w/ other people. esp. people like pete & sam. i love those guys! they're my southside version of olarn and connolly. i just wish pete & amy wouldn't move away.



so yeah, that was my night...some alone time to unwind at the beach on a lovely cold january night and then hanging w/ my hyde park boys...



now i promised megan i'd be in bed by 2 so i think i'll end it here...wait...one more song...



love song by driving by braille

hey mister, i want me some buttons!

do you have bikini kill

or maybe L7?

and i want the clash

or how bout babes in toyland?

and for my hyde park boys

that skull would be nice

and that anti-drug marlboro one

would look great on sam

and when i die

stick these buttons in my heart

cuz i likes my buttons

and that ain't no lie



goodnight.



today i listened to--

love is here--starsailor

nemesisters--babes in toyland

hungry for stink--L7

very emergency--the promise ring

wood/water--the promise ring

blind--the sundays

static & silence--the sundays

s/t--the velvet underground

summershine--vigilantes of love

being there disc 2--wilco

brief history of the 20th century--gang of four

dust--screaming trees

loveless--my bloody valentine

self-imposed rating: uhm...i'd say pg-13...i don't know...at what age do you start using words like ASS? oops..ok whatever...



my job is currently kicking my ASS big time. i just wolfed down my lunch cuz i have like 80 fed exes to send out. i will probably get sick once i get home...



i'm surviving on adrenaline and the velvet underground and the sundays and the promise ring. oh and the vigilantes of love. summershine just came on! it's gonna be a better day from here on out...i love bill...



i think i'll write a song before i leave my lunchbreak...here goes...



mondays kick my ass by driving by braille

MONDAYS KICK MY ASS

I DON'T WANNA WORK!

I DON'T WANNA WORK!

I JUST WANNA NAP!

WANNA NAP LIKE A CAT!

LIE IN THE SUN ALL DAY

DOING NOTHING BUT PURRING AWAY!

WHY CAN'T I BE A CAT?

WHAT BE WID DAT?

EH?! EH?! EH?! EH?!

TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME WHY!!!



back to breaking my back for beer bucks...

it's < 7:30 am and i am in the office already w/ both computers blazing...this can only mean one thing...the end of the world is at hand!!! the earth will flip on its axis then moonwalk 492,829 miles closer to the sun!!! saturn will shed its rings!!! the milkyway will turn into yoghurt!!! orion will finally shoot that damn arrow of his and put his arms down for once and for all!!!

i got like 1.68 hours of sleep last night, but i was fine...excited about wearing my new holden caulfield hat (and i got matching mittens to boot which i didn't mention before...the type of mittens w/ fingers that hide away ya know?)...really liked my new babes in toyland cd driving in to work...everything was unusually good for a monday morning...made a lot of noise going into my office so whoever happened to be in would know that i was here at 7:15am as opposed to the way i usually tiptoe in at ~10 am...i turned on my computers...yadayadayada...and then as soon as i heard the windows musical greeting, i had a pavlovian reaction and i crashed...heavy eyelids...blurry head...twitching right side of the face...the works...shit...i don't normally drink coffee but for the sake of keeping my job cuz i have a zilliongatrillionabillion things to do today i think i will consume some caffeine...i could really use some trader joe's chocolate covered espresso beans right about NOW...

but on my merry way to work this morning, i mulled over the idea for my band. yes, i'm gonna have a band, even if it's only in the recesses of my imagination...i've come up with a name...it will be called DRIVING BY BRAILLE...yes, that's how i normally drive in seattle according to my friend ryan...and i've written my first song for the band. here it is...are ya ready?? ok...

the abc song by driving by braille a.k.a. yours truly a.k.a. sarah-ji
AY BEE CEE DEE EEE EF GEE!!!
AITCH AYE JAY KAY EL EM EN OH PEE!!!
QUE ARE ES TEE YOU VEE!!!
DOUBLE-YOU EX WHY AND ZEE!!!
NOW I KNOW MY AY BEE CEES!!!
NEXT TIME DON'T YOU FUCK WITH ME!!!

it's a short one, as will all our songs be...

i've gotten such a potty mouth lately, haven't i? or shall i say potty fingers since i'm typing? well, i would like to take this opportunity to apologize to rand, my little cousins, my brother, and i hope to god my mother doesn't know about this thing...some people are more sensitive than others to that kind of language...since i'm not going to censor myself, maybe i should come up w/ a rating system for each entry...like "this entry rated R for the 'F' word and bad grammar" or something like that...then my gentler readers can skip it. i don't know...if you happen to read this thing and you would prefer i gave warning please email me. otherwise i will cuss to my heart's content. over and out.