Today I bought a serial bowl (get it? get it??) with Jeffrey Dahmer's face at the bottom of it. There were three others featuring Charles Manson, John Wayne Gacy, and David Berkowitz. The guy who checked me out said, "So what made you choose him and not the others?" And I had to say, "He was the most attractive one."

Actually, it was also because Aaron had just shown me Jeffrey Dahmer's wikipedia page a couple days ago, which said one of his victims who was 14 years old escaped from his house naked and was brought back by the police, who left the kid with him after Dahmer said they were lovers, and had drank too much...And my sister just recently compared me to Jeffrey Dahmer.
So I basically had him on the mind. But it was too long of a story to explain to the checkout guy so now he just thinks I'm attracted to cannibals.

Tonight around midnight the dog next door, Jammer (a black lab mix) was barking up a storm in the backyard, causing Dwight to freak out and bark back, so we took Dwight out to tire him out. We walked him over to the pool, and took his tire toy for him to fetch. (he fetches but doesn't like to give it back. He likes to take it to an out of the place area and leave it there for safekeeping.)
So anyways, we ended up getting him to carry his own toy home. Which was awesomely cute! Here's a video of it.



On a related note, me and Aaron rented some Cesar Milan on our Blockbuster queue. It's definitely helping us teach Dwight to heel.

Also, nicest compliment ever: "You look really cute today. Do you want a flower to go with your dress?" (while walking into the grocery store)

My sister quit her blog, and now some wierdo has taken over the URL. Go read it...it's ultra strange.
Who would be friends with this guy?!

Here it is.

With the recent advent of my obsession with my new cd player (yellow and as small as possible for a cd player, the perfect replacement for the ipod, which is now one of my most hated enemies...or apple is, at least), I have been thinking about something I read somewhere...that Americans have replaced individualism with consumerism--we've confused being an individual with buying things that we think show us as an individual.
And although I don't know if this theory really relates to, say, my mom, or your mom, I really think it defines a certain subset of people under the age of 25.

Something that relates to this, is that I've had multiple conversations with Aaron about how "our generation" doesn't seem to buy into the 9-5 bullshit that a lot of our parents did. After all, what did the 9-5 ever do to benefit the lives of our parents? A couple extra bucks, and a wasteland of all the hours they wasted away from the people they enjoyed, and the things they found interesting. Of course, this is coming from a fairly spoiled view of having enough money, or the knowledge of having enough ability to obtain money to live without putting 100% behind it.
These conversations were always self-congratulatory, and I really felt like a lot of the people I know have transcended the false belief that life must be 80% work, whatever's left is time to sleep, eat, and watch a bit of tv.
But today, when I was thinking about how awesome it would be to take a year off and actually come up with a novel that someone thought was worth something, or at least that I thought was worth something, or whatever--some accomplishment, I simultaneously thought how unlikely any of it was.
And that brought me to thinking about how a lot of people that have graduated with college degrees lately have just ended up doing random retail jobs (the same 9-5, though perhaps without the single-minded intensity that I saw my parents do it with) and trying to define themselves as individuals by "buying into" the newest indie band, the newest intellectual movie, or...a yellow cd player that makes everyday life feel different, even if just for a little while.
And it occurred to me how pointless it all was--our parents bought into the 9-5, believed that if they succeeded at that, it would make them successful at life. We (or some of us) don't. But what do we buy into? Do we believe in anything with as much intensity as all that? I don't think so...and I think we fill that void of belief and hope by trying to make ourselves into someone we can respect by defining ourselves through consumerism, veiled in some sort of feigned artistic sensibility.
Or maybe that's just how I am, and I'm making myself feel better by creating some companions in consumerism.

That said, I'm going to the Killers concert next week and you better respect my individualism for realizing the genius of Brandon Flowers.

My new favorite girl: chloe sevigny. Especially in Boys Don't Cry.

What has really been bothering me lately is this prejudice that certain people (usually boys) have about girlfriends and esp. wives (oh how i hate that word, it just sounds old and matronly...just like "husband" sounds quite daunting and overbearing), that they ruin guys' fun, prevent them from hanging out with their friends, and are generally ball and chains.
I'd just like to know when this idea came about. 'Cause in my experience, more often than not, it's the guys being ball & chains. I mean, what's the case against women: we ruin poker night?? And usually, it's the guy who's too lazy to go out and see their friends and because he's married, the friends assume it's the girl screwing them over.
And (much more convincingly) the case against men: I've seen countless examples of women giving up their careers, and bodies (pregnancy screws you over!) for their husbands. And you don't see women's friends making "dead woman walking" jokes when someone gets engaged.

I've never seen a guy who's trying to get a higher education degree give it up because "Suzy wants to have kids."

And I'm not saying it's wrong for people to do that, I'm just saying Ease Up on the chauvinistic bull. I don't like being seen as a ball and chain. I'm the same person I was before I got married, and that's not going to change.

Barf.