decompression

i am sitting here at muddy's coffeeshop in the 816 attempting to get some work done, being blown away by whatever public radio dj is doing her thing right now. without warning, in the middle of an already pleasant string of songs on which i am/hipsters are currently doting, emerged the familiar, nostalgia-inducing chords of "skull." sebadoh bakesale 4-eva!! still love it, proto-emo self-loathing and all.

it's been cozy, carnivorous times here in kc after 12 hours of travel hell on wednesday. i am only mentioning this to say: FUCK UNITED. i realize there was a snowstorm in denver, and i realize that denver is one of their hubs, and i realize that they and all major airlines are bankrupt and understaffed, etc. etc. etc. but even after accounting for these factors, i was subjected to some of the worst customer service i have ever endured for anything, ever. endless hours of breathtaking ineptitude, rudeness, and abandonment punctuated by fragmented, unreliable announcements. the management must really be doing a spectacularly bad job over there. i finally ended up bailing, leaving o'hare all together and taking the last southwest flight out of midway. in summation: FUCK UNITED. now it's all about going running and being slayed by the northeastern kansan hills, assisting my father with last-last-minute holiday shopping (mercifully keeping my lunch in my stomach when a weatherbeaten, beaded-sweater-wearing blonde relentlessly hit on him at 'shop beautiful'), watching the british version of 'what not to wear' with my mom, and reading my book about the kinks. oh, and eating lots and lots of meat.

LOFT PARTY TONIGHT BITCHEZ!!!