Notes From Today

This is what I did today:
Wake up and have a lame text message exchange with a guy that lives in his van.
Spend a really long time writing, deleting, re-writing, re-deleting, and obsessing over if I wanted to post something about aforementioned text exchange in one of my online social networking forums. Upon deciding not to, because I didn't want to feed the negativity it was stirring in me, I decided to jot down my thoughts in an email to myself- merely as a therapeutic way to purge- versus posting them for public view.
I then spent a really long time being sucked into surfing the internet, finding things I did not want to find, and consequently obsessing about and writing more about them. This was interspersed by doing a few loads of laundry that managed to come out dirtier than when they went in. And writing about that too.

Anyhow, just for fun, here are some notes which my laptop accrued throughout today:

Why Van Guy is Van Guy
• Reason #103: Under the guise of computer help, "someone" linked a photo from my website to a Justin Timberlake/SnoopDogg youtube video. Uh, thanks Van Guy.
• Reason #104: Response to dismayed text upon discovery: "haha. suck it."
• Reason #105: Dude. You live in a Mini-Van.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Pu9EYv1HBc

Diary Notes
1/30/2010
After going on laundry strike for 2+ weeks with a suitcase full of dirty after-vacation clothes, I finally break down and wash what is deemed most important-- sans the one article of clothing that was most important! Is it peculiar that I can name the Galapagos beach, (Bartolome,) much of which seems to have traveled home with me, by means of un-rinsed bikini, and made it's way onto the "clean" clothes I just washed? The reddish sand is particular to said beach where a long photo-shoot, involving myself, my sister, and a native Galapagan tour guide, was executed. That, along with a race along the water and a sneaky excursion along a forgotten trail.

5:32pm
What is the world coming to? This morning there is a picture of my face surreptitiously linked to the ridiculous combination of a popular pop-star/rap-star on youtube. This afternoon I spend an inordinate amount of time being sucked into Google images of pimped out 70's vans. This evening I see my once loser, druggie ex-boyfriend now looking like a god damned movie star, face plastered all over a fricking Jet Blue airlines commercial. WTF????

http://theselvedgeyard.wordpress.com/2009/11/22/ultimate-rock-n-roll-on-wheels-the-1970s-van-customization-craze/

Postscript
There is now also a video log of myself reading everything I had to say about above former boyfriend, but that will have to be posted later.