No Boxspring Bird within earshot

Upon coming home from the laundromat (yes, the damn apartment washing machine is still broken), La noticed that our upstairs neighbor was all done up and leaving the apartment with a date. It was a Sunday, just like the last time she uncaged the Boxspring Bird (ee EE ee EE ee EE!). I was hopeful and expecting a late night wake up call.

I know I should be minding my own business. I'm just rationalizing that it becomes my business when the sound waves travel through the ceiling. They're my sound waves, now! Over the past few weeks a story has unfolded in my mind about her life. You can tell a lot about a person through the sound they make above you.

She gets up in the morning around 7, and for some reason her feet weigh 50 pounds heavier than at night. Right out of the shower, she must put on her high heels because for the rest of the morning I can track exactly where she is in her hardwood floor apartment. She slams open the garage door that make a distinct noises that sound like 3 deep heartbeats. Then, her car starts with an odd wheezing yelp. It's a noisy morning. On the last 3 or 4 weekends (after the moaning marathon), she has been blasting sad music in her living room. I must have heard Beck's Sea Change album on repeat on at least 4 occasions. It made me want to see if she's okay or even just give her a hug. This is what made me root for her last night.

Around 11pm last night, she came home with another set of footsteps and a deep voice. Giggling ensued. It was going to be so on! I fell asleep waiting for something to happen above me. I think I might have heard a moan, but that was probably a dream. 7am this morning, she got up, the deep voice still present. No morning nookie. I can't help to feel disappointed for her. For all I know, it could have been the story of bad intentions turning into a sweet "let's just hold each other" night.

I'm still rooting for you, girl!

It's like watching a car crash. Top That!

It's so bad, it hurts.

"Look how funky he is! I will never be hip."




Word. Nobody puts Baby in a corner.
"I don't really give a ... about tryin' to top that." Ooooooooooooh, snap! PWND!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WKa83iK7R4
UPDATE: One of my groomsman, just admitted to me that he and his sister used to watch this movie all the time! That is so bad...but sooooo good.

UPDATE: Another friend, in SF, just told me that she used to watch "Teen Witch" everyday for a couple of years.

UPDATE: Another friend just put "Teen Witch" on her Netflix queue. Her friend said: "it's so bad that it's yummy. Fuck, that movie is insane!"

Who knew this movie was such a phenomenon?!? I just put it on top of my Netflix queue. Netflix will have a big WTF on them.

1 out of 47,416

I'm going to be at the sold out Mexico v. Ecuador football match tonight! I can't think about anything else. I'm in the nosebleed section of the Oakland Coliseum, so I'm going to have to be twice as loud. I've got my Cruz Azul scarf on today to support Mexico. Tailgate starts at 3, but I have to be at work until 5. Damn.

So here's my dilemma: I want to support Mexico (sort of arbitrarily because they are our neighbors and I happen to watch Mexican football every now and then). Their colors are green, red and white (they'll probably wear their green home jersey). Ecuador's colors are blue, yellow and red (they'll probably wear their blue away jersey).

Now...the San Jose Earthquakes are hosting the event, even though they are no longer playing in the MLS. But rumors say that they have a good chance of returning to the Bay for the 2008 season. There is this campaign to wear Earthquake Blue to show support for the Quakes and to give a message that there is a plentiful fanbase in the area.

What should I do?

83 Problems

I found this story, yesterday, and it comforted me. I hope it does the same for you, too. You're not alone.


83 Problems

There once was a man who had a problem. He’d heard about a wise guru that had answers to difficult questions. He decided to find this man.

After a long and difficult journey, he ended up at a temple high on a mountaintop. He entered and found the guru meditating. The guru, sensing the man’s presence, opened his eyes and looked up.

Guru: Ah, I see you have a problem.

Man: Yes. That’s amazing! How did you know?

Guru: Actually, you have 83 problems.

Man: Oh my gosh! It’s worse than I thought! 83 problems! What should I do?

Guru: Solve them.

Man: OK… I guess I can work on that. When I solve my 83 problems, then what happens?

Guru: You get 83 more.

Man: @%#$@!!!

Guru: Actually, everyone, every single human being, has 83 problems, from the homeless peasant, to the leader of your country. And actually, some people have 84 problems.

Man: What’s the 84th problem?

Guru: The 84th problem when you believe that you're the only person that has 83 problems. This is truly the greatest problem.

Do you have 83 problems? Great. Solve them. Do you believe you’re the only person that has 83 problems? Then you have 84. Solve that one first, then work on the other 83.

via Human Being Curious

Uh! Uh! Uh! Ahhhh!

Last night, I was woken up by my neighbor upstairs. I talk to her every now and then, in passing. But I've never heard her like I did last night. And 4 times, at that! The first time her and her man friend woke me up, it was kinda hot. Voyeuristic and naughty. It didn't last long (5-10 mins) and I fell asleep quickly after.

The second time took me by surprise. But the novelty of it all was kind of fun. She has lived in the apartment above me for a few months, but never had relations. You go girl!

The third time started to get annoying. I intentionally went to bed at 10 to get a full night's rest. It was becoming ridiculous. But then again...I was happy for her. Happy for someone I don't know very well. It happened a couple of more times, but I got over it.

La couldn't fall asleep after the first time. She's a light sleeper. At least he couldn't last long, I said trying to console. Apparently, I slept through the first 15 minutes of each act. Oh. Well, at least she enjoyed herself. La said she could tell that she only enjoyed the first time. Go figure.