DON'T COME 'ROUND THE HOUSES

For the last couple weeks I've been listening to Razorlight's "Up All Night" on a virtually continuous loop. It's the album of the summer, much like The Damnwells' "Bastard of the Beat" was last summer.

I urge you all, my large and unwieldy readership, to run to your nearest record emporium and pick up both albums. Excellent stuff.

WEEKEND PROJECT

I have got to find me a new brand of deodorant. Right now I use Arm & Hammer but it's so damn flaky or whatever you want to call it, chalky maybe, that it's really starting to cause problems. Maybe I'll go back to a gel, or a try a spray.

Any ideas?

YOU ANNOY ME[, BLOGGER]

There was a post here that I began in the morning and saved as a draft. I finished it in the afternoon and published it, but apparently some Blogger wires got crossed because it posted as a Spanish-language news article of Daley's plan to put photos of prostitutes and johns on the internet. What's up with that?

And I really don't feel like retyping it. So I'll narrow it down. It was about how my dental hygienist really annoyed me on Wednesday by insisting on conversing while she's working on my teeth. I had a good line in there about the horrifying sound of metal on bone, but I can't remember the exact syntax, so you'll all just have to suffer.

Bottom line, she couldn't remember what month she graduated college in (she landed on May as if it were some a word in Russian) and she started yelling at me for something she "told me a year ago!" that I have no control over. The dentist came in and said it wasn't a problem, so justice was mine.

AM I WEARING IT ON MY SHIRT?

Twice in the last three days, loose acquaintances have indicated that I might soon change careers. Now, I don't think I wear my job unhappiness on my sleeve, or as my title indicated, my shirt, so how do they know? The first was my old neighbor who Michelle still babysits for occasionally, who called to tell her not to come the next morning. He was talking about how this is probably just a starter job and I'll probably change careers real soon. This was after I simply said "well" when he asked how my job was.

The other was my dentist, who spoke to the hygienist about me as if I weren't in the chair being worked on. He said "he's probably going to change jobs once he finds out what kind of career he wants, and there's a good chance it won't be the one he has now." It was odd being referred to as I was right there.

They're probably right. I just thought it was very coincidental.

Tonight I have to attend Lenertz's retirement party. I think there will be a strange melange of people there. Last time I had dinner with him, in April, it was him, me, Justin Sisul, Mary something from class of 91, Stephanie Creed and Renee Speck. Very random group. Hope it's fun. But I'm exhausted so I don't think I'll stay for what the invitation promises as "dancing."

IS THE HOTTEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD MARRIED AND PREGNANT?

On my commute every morning, after I walk the fifteen minutes from my house to the station, I see this woman. She looks like she's my age, maybe a year or two older, and she's insanely gorgeous. Not in that abstract way or even that perfect way. She's naturally beautiful, which is my type, and just the right amount of tan. Never has an off day.

Well, this morning as I walked past her waiting for the train, I noticed that she had her left hand on her stomach, which was protruding just a little bit, and not definitively, and she had a big fuckin ring on.

Not that I have the balls to ever speak to her, but it was nice to know she existed. And she's nice to look at.


UPDATE: Yes, yes she is.