from one neurotic jew to another…

And we’re back!  Sorry I missed you dear readers for a couple of weeks (going on more than a month now, yikes), but I was a little thrown off my game by waking up to work at 6am on a Sunday morning.  I don’t think I’m going to do that again.  This whole flexible hours job thing is probably not going to work for me.  Mostly because they keep scheduling me within my availability as they see it, but not the way i see it.  So much for that plan.  Going to try again to just keep my head down, get through the work week at the shitty place and make money while I try to find a better job instead of a job that pays less and has less hours.  Having to move all my stuff out of the house that I just moved into less than 4 months ago may have also slowed my writing down a bit.  And so it goes…

I’m in a mostly good mood right now after having a Memorial Day weekend jam-packed with food, friends and fun.  Of course, moving on a paid day off seems productive, but really cuts down on day drinking on a day when you are expected to do so.  It’s now Friday and I just took two nights off from moving shit, after running up and down stairs with a ridiculous number of boxes of LP records for like 5 days straight.  My first night off from heavy lifting found me at karaoke night at the Sage Cafe in Blue Point with my friend Meg, who is too tall, too blonde, and way too pretty to even be seen in a room with me.  I think she may have been an entire drinking age younger than the youngest woman in the bar before we got there.  Partly because I wanted to do something different and partly because selection was limited, I ended up doing three songs I’ve never sung before:  “Cry Like A Baby” by the Box Tops (I usually do “The Letter” but decided to give it a break because I do it all the time); “Under the Milky Way” by The Church (I was way too pitchy on that one, and will not attempt it again until my voice fully recovers from my recent awful cold); and “There Is A Light That Never Goes Out” by The Smiths (wasn’t too bad.  I normally do “Suedehead” by Morrissey, but that wasn’t an option).

So yeah, I’ve been trying to write this post on my coffee breaks at work (I get two 30 minute breaks a day, during which I try to cram in writing and editing my book, napping, eating and internet stuff, and driving to a nearby park and back – I don’t currently work at a desk with a computer like I used to.  I miss those days), but lately I’m just napping.  Perhaps one day I’ll learn how to fall asleep in a timely fashion, but I have to say that 38 years into this life, I don’t see this happening anytime soon.  I feel like the best course of action is to just sit in my car in the parking lot at work so that I can’t access the internet and waste 25 minutes of my break on Facebook.  But none of this has anything to do with the letter below.  So let’s just go to the next paragraph where I will briefly summate (I have never used that word before – how cool is that?) my feelings on it.

So, this lady had a crazy photo (just one) posted that I wish I could show you now, but since she no longer has an account (and hasn’t for some time), that is not possible at this time.  If I recall correctly, it presented her in a baby bonnet, holding a milk bottle (presumably filled with alcohol), with a kind of sneer on her face, looking sort of like Courtney Love playing Little Miss Muffet.  Needless to say, I was intrigued.  I was really bummed that she never wrote back after my reply.  I’ve always been on the lookout for a crazy woman to do weird things with in public, like stage a couple-fight or a public pregnancy scare… kind of like Improv Everywhere, but more like Improv Inappropriate.  If you are a female and think this is a good idea, don’t hesitate to write.  We could have fun at the expense of nosey people with no lives of their own…  Also, if this was you, holla back, 2008 girl.

from one neurotic jew to another…
Nov 4, 2008 – 12:20am
Message from JustJewIt
Sorry, JustJewIt no longer has an account.

 i think we should be friends. wanna hang out?

for the record – i’m not looking for a relationship/dating/whatever. or “casual encounters” (which seem kinda creepy, anyway). just new friends.

hit me up, homeslice.


Sent to JustJewIt
Nov 6, 2008 – 12:24am

hanging out is cool.

i try to think of “casual encounters” as more of a Jeff Spicoli-ripoff character from a movie I never saw called the Wild Life stoner kid going “it’s casual” anyway, I think I’ve said too much.

ha ha.