Even though I am an asshole, I am not getting punished for it! Hooray!

I left two things until practically the last minute, asking my landlord if I could buy my refrigerator and getting movers. New Jersey is nothing like as civilized as New York, you see, in that one must provide one's own fridge, and as I couldn't possibly afford a new one and I'm suspicious of used fridges, I thought that perhaps I could just buy the fridge I've been using for the last ten years that I know is perfectly good, but that my landlord would have to replace before getting a new tenant. So I rang yesterday and offered him fifty bucks and he called back today saying yes!

So that was taken care of, but I still needed to hire some guys to move said refrigerator, so I finally went out and picked up the Village Voice with all of the movers ads in it, and I started calling around. I was surprised to find that everybody was free on the Sunday of a holiday weekend! I thought it would be slightly more problematic, but I was wrong. Anyway, nearly everyone was $45 an hour, but I talked to this one guy who was $120 for the first two hours and $40 for each additional hour, but he just sounded so professional and mentioned blankets and wardrobe boxes and things, and asked all kinds of intelligent questions, so I decided to go with him.

Cheaper isn't necessarily better!

So I'm all ready to go! Except for the fact that I have to finish painting and pack and stuff...

I swear, I'll never learn.

I am always vacillating back and forth between wanting the freedom to write anything I want about whomever I want, and the ego-boost of having people that I know and like read what I write and laugh and enjoy it and think that I'm smart and funny..

I couldn't stop myself. I told a fairly wired guy at work about my little Yahoo Internet Life mention, emphasizing that it was a secret, and the very next day someone who works with him came up to me and congratulated me about the mention and asked for my URL! I nicely refused, saying that it was not for people at work, then bawled the guy out, reminding him that I had said it was a secret! He said that she'd never be able to find it, 'cause she's not that competent at surfing, and I told him that I was very easy to find.

A few hours later he apologized, because he found my page in about four seconds. Now, I don't mind him reading it, that's why I told him, but I really must try to be aware that for every person that you tell, that's another conduit to people that you don't want to find out, finding out.

I finally changed all my magazine subscriptions to the new address the other day. I swan, the next time I move, I'm moving to a town that's easy to spell. I am fucking sick of spelling Weehawken!

I've been having the same weird dream all week.

Every morning as I'm dozing after hitting the snooze alarm, I dream about Diane--that she is writing on lined loose-leaf paper, but she only writes on the top quarter of every page so she uses lots and lots of paper.

And that's it!

Anyway, this dream is really starting to bug me, so I thought I would take this opportunity to tell Diane to write on the whole sheet of paper, 'cause she's driving me crazy!

One year ago today:
BIIIITE MEEEEE!!!

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