So warm and sunny today. Walked to work and now I’m all gross and sticky underneath my suit. (I change here) Bleah. I want coffee but don’t want anything hot. My only option here is instant sludge. Iced cappuccino would be yummy. Coffee coffee coffee coffee. Hazelnut cream coffee with lots of sugar and cream and ice cubes would be sublime. I saw a chipmunk on my walk home this morning. Back home, chipmunks are common and squirrels are rare. Around here, the reverse is true. Reverse? Or inverse? I was going to write that the relationship is inversely proportional but thought that sounded too nerdy. But anyway, yeah, that was my big thrill of the day. The chipmunk reminded me of home. And Donald Duck cartoons. Not Rescue Rangers though. I always hated that show.
In my last post I was complaining about having too much free time. What’s wrong with me? There are wars on. Global poverty, disease and starvation are widespread epidemics. The environment is going to shit. And all I’ve got is boredom. Stress over which city to start my decadent middle class life in. Worry over how my body looks. Self-improvement is masturbation. There’s a little Pahalniuk gem. Well, if it’s masturbation then why am I so sore? Wait. That’s not a contradiction.
My work schedule is changing. The new upcoming schedule is brutal but also offers intriguing possibilities. Every third week I’m going to get a four day week-end. As it is now, I never get a week-end off, just Tuesday to Thursday. I have no clue how to even handle a week-end anymore. Does anyone know where the local sock hop or ice cream social is? Four days means I’m not strictly tied to London anymore either. I’ll have to think about this.
The plant called and said if you don’t come in tomorrow, don’t bother coming in Monday. Woohoo! Four Day Week-end!
The Ancient Undergrad 
Chipmunks? Squirrels? What’s the difference? At UC Santa Cruz it’s full of squirrels here. I think. Just today I saw a little fucker stealing a baby bird out of a nest. What a jerk eh?
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lol …..well i know, the soccer mom came outta me lol. uh nope actually she isnt me, but its still a cool pic, well later, yady
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lol… i was not born in canada, no, but i AM a citizen as my father is from Vancouver, all of his family is in Vancouver and i have spent a signifcant amount of my life there. i will move there someday, i am in the process of getting a Canadian passport. i am Canadian, as good as they come. take it or leave it.here in LA we have squirrels but not chipmunks. i LOVED the rescue rangers. i can still sing the theme song. “ch-ch-ch-chip and dale! Rescue Rangers..” We used to play that show at recess, i would be gadget and little boys would fight over which one got to be chip, and which one had to be dale. oh good times. i think you should work on Global poverty. i just bought a book for my mom, which i really wanted to read myself, called The End of Poverty, by a guy named Sachs, who is an economist and believes that all extreme poverty can be eliminated by the year 2025. quite interesting.
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I was never a fan of Chip & Dale either. Neither the chipmunks or the strippers or the chipmunk strippers. I always give myself shit for worrying about little things or nothing when there is a world of trouble going on and so much a person can do.
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We have more squirrels than chipmunks, but I see more chipmunks here than anywhere else I’ve ever lived. Yesterday I saw a black and white woodpecker with some red feathers on its head.
Note to you and peaceofmymind84: Some people will never be anything other than poverty-stricken. It can be a mindset and sometimes people are comfortable there. Sounds harsh, but after 4 years of working close to the social services arena, I found that some people don’t want to change and grow. MANY MANY do, but you cannot eradicate poverty because some people won’t release it as a lifestyle. It’s always good to keep trying to eliminate it, however.
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Dammit. I’m right there with you on the out of shape, though I imagine you are in far, far better shape than I. To not be so would almost be impossible. I used to run 4-5 miles a day until I went to Denver this past Christmas and used the altitude as an excuse. “I can’t breathe! How can I run?” Now my treadmill is collecting dust. I’m a fitness failure. Even my boyfriend (fiance’? I don’t know what to call him now that the wedding is off, since we’re technically still engaged), who has a naturally thin build, is gaining weight. I am a bad influence. I feel (and am) fat and out of shape.. It makes me so mad. I thought once I quit drinking the weight would fall off, but au contraire! Half a gallon of ice cream every night does not help, of course. Even if it’s light ice cream. Please continue to post your fitness adventures, as they may inspire me.
Sorry about the bitching. In regard to The Park N8R’s comment, why on earth would a squirrel steal a baby bird out of a nest? Not to eat it, I hope. Oh god. This is going to give me nightmares. That is fucked up!
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we have squirrels and no chipmunks, unless i just don’t know where the chipmunks are. we have a lot of bunnies, though
ryc: yeah, i dunno why i capped it
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lol, find a hobby. Believe me, they’re contagious! Don’t worry about being out of shape unless you’re not feeling good. Health food is rot! 🙂 Better off with candy and soda.
But you’re post made me sad…*sigh* I’ve never seen a chipmunk…
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chicago
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you lucky you have nice and warn weather here in bean town it sucks ass… rain, wind, flying cats
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instant sludge?
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