Caterwauling

Ah, the reason I awaken every Friday morning. Not.

At this moment, what is your favorite…

1. …song?

I hate only picking one. But I’ll go with Beth Hart’s “Leave the Light On,” although I have a strange fondness for Black-Eyed Peas’ “Shut Up.”

2. …food?

I can dig any Italian food, although I prefer pesto sauce over marinara. I suddenly started craving chicken & eggplant pesto from a little restaurant I used to frequent in Pittsburgh. Of course, a good filet mignon trumps any food, and I could totally go for that right now, too. Mmmm, steak.

3. …tv show?

I was about to say “American Idol,” but I’d have to specify that it is the auditon portion. Who didn’t laugh when the guy was singing Elvis’ “I Can’t Help Falling in Love With You” and sounding exactly like the Chinese restaurant waiters in “A Christmas Story”?

4. …scent?

Favorite scent to wear? Ralph Lauren Romance. Favorite scent overall? Pretty much any kind of men’s cologne. And my lovely Nag Champa incense.

5. …quote?

Oh, that’s easy. I adore Anais Nin, and I actually have the following quote framed in my bathroom. I believe I saw it in “Cities of the Interior,” but I’m too lazy to go check. 🙂

“There were always in me, two women at least — one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.” — Anais Nin

After yet another long, unfulfilling day at the Veggie Patch (and yes, I just got home), there was not a single parking spot to be found in the entire fucking apartment complex. I filled up the rental company’s voice mail with vitriol and made plenty sure to bitch that the library parking lot around the corner has signs up that forbid overnight parking. So where do I park? Bumfuck Egypt. I told them I’m tired, it’s fucking freezing and I’d really like to know if they tow at midnight, like they claim to, ’cause there sure ain’t enough parking for me. And that’s the shit of it all — some families have up to four cars, and I can’t even get one lousy little fucking space for just me.

Spent half an hour wandering around the print shop — seems I arrived after the pre-press night shift went home, and not a goddamn person seemed to know what to do with my print order and film negs. Finally, a kind soul offered to take it to post-press. And of course, he and another woman had to wander with us to get us through the uber-secure building. I think I am going to ask Customer Care to get me a goddamn security card so I can roam freely and drop my shit off when I get there.

Yeah, I get really fucking cranky when I’m tired. 🙂

And thanks for the e-mails/comments asking me if Gandhi at the Payless in Springfield Mall got any kind of reprimand for sexually harassing me. I haven’t heard a word from that company. They have lost a customer for life — I will return to buying my shoes at Marshall’s or on sale at the *finer* shoe retail establishments. Or, maybe I’ll just go in my closet and wear one of the 150 pairs I already own!!!