Finally I can post again

Something was going wrong with the blogger earlier and I couldn't post. Stupidly I had told someone that I was going to post something, so then it made me look like a total idiot. Normally, I just don't really say anything to anyone about my blog. It is a secret sport.

I had this strange dream last night that I was in an arguement with my friend over who was the more offensive member of genesis, Phil Collins or Peter Gabriel. He had no arguement really other than the fact that he hates Phil Collins with a firey passion. My arguement was that Peter Gabriel was doing far worse damage to music by pretending to be cool, thus influencing music we would actually listen to. Unlike phil collins. Pretty much it was like any conversation we would have normally, just that it was in my dream and I said "Salisbury Steak" instead of Salisbury Hill. Plus I called him Peter Cetera a few times, which is really disturbing because that guy is truely evil.

I swear no more Creek posts

Today I watched the final two episodes of Dawson's Creek again on TBS. As totally mediocre as that show was, those last two were fabulous. Of course it is always exciting when someone dies in a really drawn out dramatic way. Tomorrow morning, in a bold move to get my life in order, I will be cancelling my cable. It seemed like a fitting end to catch the last two episodes of the creek. Where we learn: "If you love someone, set them free." Then by setting them free and through the miracle of television, they confess their undying love to you and no one goes anywhere. Oh if only life were that easy, if only people died so beautifully and if only we could all be so sucessful at 25.

I need warning

Here's the thing. If we are friends and at some point in the future we are not going to be, I need advance warning, like lots. I am sure you are thinking that will never happen or under what circumstances would we not still be friends...

There are always circumstances, believe me. I don't deal with losing my friends well. Sometimes it is my fault. In the past, when the dynamics of a certain friendship have changed and it wasn't to my liking I turned grouchy and mean. bad amanda. In that case, I guess I was my own warning. However, if it is something that is no fault of my own, again I say, please give me at least two weeks notice. I would also like it if the notice was very jarring so that it would get my attention.

Could you put it on the Emergency Broadcast System perhaps? I need something with bells and whistles for it to really hit home. Then I will fight it and probably you. Inevitably, I will turn grouchy and mean. But that is okay because you didn't want to be friends with me anyway.

In the end, it is probably better this way because when two friends just stop being friends for no reason it is always really sad. If there is a fight, it is a bit more justified. I know you are thinking that this just isn't going to happen (more likely if you are anyone but me, you aren't thinking about it at all). But it could, it always can and I need that warning so that I can start shovelling food, alcohol and illegal substances into the big gaping hole that your absence will leave.

Do you perhaps need a bullhorn? If that would help I will purchase you one. You could use the siren feature and then say "Attention Amanda, I feel that our friendship will have run it's course in two to three weeks and I must be moving on."

In other news

Monkey ate a whole bag of halloween Snickers, wrappers and all yesterday. Then he was so hyper and psycho that when I let him outside, he immediately broke out of the yard and jumped into the minivan of the unsuspecting man that was loading his two children into the car. I raced across the street in my pajamas to find him sitting in the back seat, eating their hamburgers. I have never been so embarassed in my life. What do you say to someone when your dog has just eaten their fast food. Do you offer to buy them more? I didn't, I just apologized and took Monkey back to the yard. But afterwards I wondered if I should have given them some money or something. One of the kids was crying. It was quite a scene.

Mental Paralysis

I have about 20 hours of work to do today but no matter how hard I try I can't make myself do any of it. I keep thinking that any moment I will start but then I just stare at my computer and think about why I can't be having fun like I did yesterday. I went to Horse Capades yesterday. Despite the wicked hangover it was a horsey good time.

My friend is getting a truck load of free drinks down at Larimer tonight so if I am not going to work, I can at least get drunk. The truth is that I have to get this work done, it will happen one way or another. I don't think there will be any drinks for me tonight. Unless, of course, it is the never ending box wine supply.

I keep thinking about the election and how depressed I will be if Bush wins. Mostly I have been thinking about how if Kerry wins he better let Cat Stevens back in the country. I would make some sort of threatening statement about it but some girl got a visit from the secret service after posting derogatory comments about Bush on her live journal. Why isn't the soundtrack to Harold and Maude on CD?