not “easy” (btw) but “even”. And every day run around. nothing seems level or something. there are steps between A and B that aren’t suppose to be there.
But I’m not complaining. I swear.
Another would be: inspiration (at least relating to my work. [and I do like what I do])
wow, that’s a rough question. i’d say relaxation, it always seems like there are things that need to be done RIGHT NOW and not second later and it seems to result in stress. it is partially my own fault though, cause i am not very good at taking it easy.
i know you said 3, but i’m pretending you didn’t and just giving one. i am sure i will add more….
freakgirl, if you had money, you could buy ben affleck. if you had ben affleck you would have money. killing two birds with one stone. GO! GO GET HIM! GO!
i second the money thing. however, i’d be fine with wining some obscene amount of it, or somone just giving me several million dollars. i’ll leave freakgirl and ben alone.
seriously, i am aware that money that money in no way buys or insures happiness. i do feel, however, that my stress level would be reduced as my debt was reduced. just a thought, though.
:)
I was for a bit then I hit that paranoia thing, you might know it, you might not. If missy is reading she can back me up about this time we were on a canoe and i was convinced the kid next to us shot his parents dead and we were going to get busted by a 13 year old with a speedboat.
Missy? Remember?
I think it didn’t relax me then. I wonder if it would now.
Dude, I SO remember that moment. One of the funniest in history. For those folliwing along at home, we were quite a distance away. The mother was laying back in the rear of the boat, and the
her was slumped over in the front. The girl in the middle was happily paddling along. The parents seriously looked dead. We were amused.
My choices:
1) A partner. I’m not lonely, but I’m sure having someone around would be nice. A not-unwelcome addition to my life.
2) Sheer joy. I’m a happy person in general, but I can’t say there’s anything in my life right now that is purely delightful. There’s always some degree of stress involved in anything I do.
3) Can I be shallow and say money? I’m not hurting, but my financial position could be a lot better.
I haven’t started writing. I think I might be better at writing a screenplay. But I haven’t started that either. I have some ideas. This might sound stupid but I think my true talent might lie in being a “script doctor” or someone’s editor. I have a tough time getting started, but if you give me something to work with, I get completely absorbed.
I just had an interesting idea…a collaborative screenplay/novel/weblog…where a set number of us participate and we each take turns picking up where the other left off. That could be really, really neat.
This could be a great thing, really. My friend, Soung and I, used to sit around and do that with a pen and paper. We would write back and forth for hours (usually over a beer) at the local college bar. It was great. We actually got some great work that way and some funny shit as well.
I have thought about this often, wondered if there was a way to put it to a blog-type thing.
My new neighbor has a pug. The other morning I and another neighbor were standing around the corner waiting for the elevator, and we heard a door open & close and a snarly, loud, and big sounding dog-the kind that you’d think would tackle you to the ground– coming down the hall. And around the corner charges the cutest little pug I’ve ever heard (his owner’s pretty easy on the eyes, too). We laughed.
Too much time spent with the herb lady makes megami paranoid as well.
Once I was on a similar canoe trip around (appropriately enough, Canoe Lake) with a friend and we were both paranoid. We stopped our paddling near a very brushy shore to smoke some weed, and by the end of it we were terrified that a big moose was going to charge out of the woods and into the lake and get us.
My three things at this very moment:
1. piece of mind (about my grandma)
2. money
3. independant residence (my OWN place with Remy and the Monkey…who knows when we’ll be able to afford the rent in this town)
1. Alias Gal (preferably the real Alias Gal -from the show, but that’s unlikely, so another Alias Gal is ok.)
2. more will power
3. my f’n johnson (“what do you need that for, Dude?”)
i could be missing an inch or two around the waist. if i were, i would be very happy.
danny-
just have toby take you to that bar where american girls will love your accent and spend their trustfunds buying you a bookshop after they marry you and you get citizenship.
Jon, that made me laugh! Kafk, I don’t know where you’re from or what your accent sounds like, but Jon’s comment reminded me of an episode of Frazier where Daphne’s brother from Manchester was visiting, and Roz latches right onto him, telling him his accent is so “sophisticated.”
not “easy” (btw) but “even”. And every day run around. nothing seems level or something. there are steps between A and B that aren’t suppose to be there.
But I’m not complaining. I swear.
Another would be: inspiration (at least relating to my work. [and I do like what I do])
calm
ben affleck.
money.
i’m kidding. kind of.
wow, that’s a rough question. i’d say relaxation, it always seems like there are things that need to be done RIGHT NOW and not second later and it seems to result in stress. it is partially my own fault though, cause i am not very good at taking it easy.
i know you said 3, but i’m pretending you didn’t and just giving one. i am sure i will add more….
hey, one is ok. no worries. :)
I can second that bit about relaxation.
freakgirl, if you had money, you could buy ben affleck. if you had ben affleck you would have money. killing two birds with one stone. GO! GO GET HIM! GO!
Perhaps this lady can help you, resa?
i second the money thing. however, i’d be fine with wining some obscene amount of it, or somone just giving me several million dollars. i’ll leave freakgirl and ben alone.
seriously, i am aware that money that money in no way buys or insures happiness. i do feel, however, that my stress level would be reduced as my debt was reduced. just a thought, though.
:)
I’m gonna buy Ben Affleck…I think J Lo has her hooks in, though. Ah well.
Okay. Three things missing.
1 – a partner
2 – inspiration
3 – my novel
The good thing is, #1 could provide #2 which could provide #3. So I am not worried.
ha! lol.
yeah, i was way more relaxed when i, um, yeah, did things with herbs….
ha.
(Covers bob’s eyes)
I was for a bit then I hit that paranoia thing, you might know it, you might not. If missy is reading she can back me up about this time we were on a canoe and i was convinced the kid next to us shot his parents dead and we were going to get busted by a 13 year old with a speedboat.
Missy? Remember?
I think it didn’t relax me then. I wonder if it would now.
freakgirl, you should write a novel. have you begun?
Dude, I SO remember that moment. One of the funniest in history. For those folliwing along at home, we were quite a distance away. The mother was laying back in the rear of the boat, and the
her was slumped over in the front. The girl in the middle was happily paddling along. The parents seriously looked dead. We were amused.
My choices:
1) A partner. I’m not lonely, but I’m sure having someone around would be nice. A not-unwelcome addition to my life.
2) Sheer joy. I’m a happy person in general, but I can’t say there’s anything in my life right now that is purely delightful. There’s always some degree of stress involved in anything I do.
3) Can I be shallow and say money? I’m not hurting, but my financial position could be a lot better.
be shallow. it’s allowed. I didn’t say money because really, if I left ny, I feel like I would have some.
but money would be nice. I think a certain amount of ease might follow. who knows.
I haven’t started writing. I think I might be better at writing a screenplay. But I haven’t started that either. I have some ideas. This might sound stupid but I think my true talent might lie in being a “script doctor” or someone’s editor. I have a tough time getting started, but if you give me something to work with, I get completely absorbed.
I just had an interesting idea…a collaborative screenplay/novel/weblog…where a set number of us participate and we each take turns picking up where the other left off. That could be really, really neat.
This could be a great thing, really. My friend, Soung and I, used to sit around and do that with a pen and paper. We would write back and forth for hours (usually over a beer) at the local college bar. It was great. We actually got some great work that way and some funny shit as well.
I have thought about this often, wondered if there was a way to put it to a blog-type thing.
I’m down if you are.
I bet if we ask real nice, Toby wouldn’t mind building it out. I could pay him in cash and love and food and trips to the beach.
I’d contribute to that beach thing. ;)
Work is slow, so I’ll post a lot today.
-Money
-A really bitchin’ upper east side apt
-A useful, difficult, rewarding job.
benzodiazepines and a pug.
instead of looking it up, what the hell is that, toby? sorry if that’s a dumb question. :)
toby wins!
ok. got it.
you get a pug, you have the other. problem SOLVED!
anti-anxiety drugs.
valium, xanax, ativan, etc.
they’re for the pug, tough, not me.
no pug need no drug. pugs are this:
Joy.
They don’t know anxiety. They’re pugs.
see? now i feel better already.
Something that ugly only needs a mirror and anxiety will definitely be there. I know from experience!
ahhhhhhhhh
steal him. steal him. steal him.
we’ll be like bonnie and clyde only for puppies. and we won’t kill them. we’ll love them.
bob, you don’t look nearly as cute in your leash as that pug does.
holy sweet cow, i’m crying.
My new neighbor has a pug. The other morning I and another neighbor were standing around the corner waiting for the elevator, and we heard a door open & close and a snarly, loud, and big sounding dog-
the kind that you’d think would tackle you to the ground– coming down the hall. And around the corner charges the cutest little pug I’ve ever heard (his owner’s pretty easy on the eyes, too). We laughed.Steal it.
I’ll pick it up next weekend.
Steal it.
And then you can comfort your neighbor with hugs and kisses.
Has Diane been sharing those photos again?
$$$
academics
sex
what could be missing?
how bout another inch or two around the waist?
jon you ain’t missing any inches around the waist.
the ability to sleep
job security (with money too, if possible)
an end to paranoia
(and i think what jon meant was that he wants an inch or two /below/ the waist…)
:P
Not big enough for you, nifkin?
Hey, apparently there is work to be had in NYC. Come up, start interviewing. Indeed.
Too much time spent with the herb lady makes megami paranoid as well.
Once I was on a similar canoe trip around (appropriately enough, Canoe Lake) with a friend and we were both paranoid. We stopped our paddling near a very brushy shore to smoke some weed, and by the end of it we were terrified that a big moose was going to charge out of the woods and into the lake and get us.
My three things at this very moment:
1. piece of mind (about my grandma)
2. money
3. independant residence (my OWN place with Remy and the Monkey…who knows when we’ll be able to afford the rent in this town)
I should very much like to collaborate on this writing thing with you fine folks. I think it’s a great idea.
I’ll play along:
1. Alias Gal (preferably the real Alias Gal -from the show, but that’s unlikely, so another Alias Gal is ok.)
2. more will power
3. my f’n johnson (“what do you need that for, Dude?”)
[1] Peace of mind. (chemical or psychological – take your pick)
[2] Owning a secondhand bookshop by the sea with a Happy Mrs kafk and little kafklets.
[3] Um.. a Green Card?
Whoops…I meant PEACE of mind as well. Duh. DUH.
megami, you’re adorable.
I didn’t even notice, but now that you mention it I will say that I might like a piece of mind removed.
thats the point, tobias
i could be missing an inch or two around the waist. if i were, i would be very happy.
danny-
just have toby take you to that bar where american girls will love your accent and spend their trustfunds buying you a bookshop after they marry you and you get citizenship.
Jon, that made me laugh! Kafk, I don’t know where you’re from or what your accent sounds like, but Jon’s comment reminded me of an episode of Frazier where Daphne’s brother from Manchester was visiting, and Roz latches right onto him, telling him his accent is so “sophisticated.”