August 8th, 2003

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It's Friday, and I want to crawl under a rock. I'm not in the best of moods or spirits today, and for some reason or other I have not stopped having nightmares or sleeping a full night all GATdamned week long.

Had a good (if not scatterbrained) meeting with the magazine staff last night, got the assignments delegated and everyone seems to be excited about the first issue. As Layout Editor and regular contributor, my first submission will be a review of Jeff Buckley's "Grace". I'm excited beyond measure about it, and at the same time I'm scared as hell of not doing it justice. It is almost like trying to sit down and decide which album in my collection is the one that surpasses this one for depth and meaning, because there isn't one. The only thing that compares is Jennifer Nettles Band - Story Of Your Bones, but then both of these albums defy normal musical categorization. Yes, I know I'm biased and completely prejudiced in favor of them both, but the fact remains that until both of them I only ever listened to music. After them, I now listen AND hear it, and it's just not the same.

I'm going to have to spend a HUGE amount of time this weekend on the layout of the magazine, as that is going to be quite a substantial undertaking and I'll no doubt scrap 70% of what I end up with. Perfectionist, perfectionist, perfectionist...

I'm going to start working on my Buckley piece this afternoon, after the calm is restored to the house from the morning's chaos. It's due in two weeks and there's a ton of work to be done before next week's meeting. The plan for today is simple: Get a shower at the first opportunity possible, get the kids contented with something to do, get the house in some sense of order, start working on everything I have to get done. This evening Haley comes over for the weekend, and tomorrow is Aimee's birthday party at her & Ryan's loft. I plan on working tonight after everyone is settled, then it will be quiet and I can put on my headphones and get cracking.

I will not be available for much of the weekend in order to get work completed on assignments, excluding the one thing I have already committed to - i.e. Aimee's b-day tomorrow night - and really hope that I can be productive enough to make all of the other bullshit in my head do an about face and run.

My patience for bullshit today is so thin it makes Kate Moss look like a complete heifer. I officially got my period. Be warned.
  • Current Music
    Weak & Powerless - A Perfect Circle

Another reason why Maggie is the coolest white woman in the world

The following is an email sent to a KKK administrator in Texas by my best friend Maggie:

Subj: Information on the Texas Knights
Date: 8/7/2003 10:30:38 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Maggie Stephens

Hi there,

I just finished watching a great special on the history of the KKK and thought I would peruse a few websites to see what the current ideology is. One major flaw in your reasoning however, is that other species stay segregated, so whites and blacks and other races should as well.

Since you obviously don't have any scientists working for you, please allow me to enlighten you on one small point. Cheetahs and tigers don't mate because THEY CAN'T. They are different genus and species according to the taxonomic classification system, thus making it genetically unfeasable.

My advice is to be informed about what you believe in. If you don't know the facts behind your beliefs, you just wind up looking stupid(er).

Peace and enlightenment,
Maggie Stephens
  • Current Music
    Tyrone - Erykah Badu

Lunchtime banter at my house..

Cole: Britney Spears wears belly shirts all the time, you can almost see her boobs they're so short.

Me: I'll bet you WANT to see her boobs, don't you Cole...


Me: (singing) You wanna see Britney's boooooobs, you wanna see Britney's booooooobs...

Cole: NO I DON'T!! STOP IT!!

Me: (more singing)

Maggie: Cole, didn't you used to tell us you wanted to marry her?

Cole: Yes, I used to say that a long time ago.

Me: Hey Cole, you know what happens if you marry Britney Spears?

Cole: What?


Cole, cracking up: Hey, you just made me pee myself!

All three of us: BWAHAHAHA!!!

Sometimes I could just kill a man...

I've been busting my ass all motherfucking afternoon on this magazine layout and the only thing I have accomplished is completely frustrating myself and getting homicidal. Nothing is working the way I want it to, I'm following what I know works from this book to the goddamned letter, and NOTHING... It all looks like complete diarrhetic shit and is not even worth saving. Whole afternoon wasted and not a motherfucking thing to show for it.

I was in a foul mood before all this bullshit even happened - now I'm one hair away from having nothing to do with this entire goddamned thing. Like I really need this stress today after going to bed irritated, then having YET AGAIN a full night of recurring nightmares, then the supreme fun of waking up in tears because I wasn't sure if any of it was real or not.

If someone told me right now that the entire world was ending today, I wouldn't give a goddamn - I swear on my fucking life I wouldn't. I'm going to my room now and shutting the door and lying on my bed until I no longer feel so frustrated and angry.


I've chilled out, had a slight nap earlier today, and just finished dinner a little while ago. I feel much better. The whole family is heading out to Barnes & Noble in a while to get coffee and read books and such, Haley has been asking me questions about haunted houses and such. She wants us to look at books on local haunted houses and that kind of stuff. Hopefully we'll hit paydirt.
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