so tamara came by this morning to pick up a few things. she listened to the devil makes three while here, and liked it. i didn’t talk about anything related to our marital status.
i can’t read her anymore, it feels. i feel like she’s a different person. well, i guess she is, pretty much. while driving to work i passed her on 59 and she was smoking while driving the element. it’s like she’s no longer someone i would think of as cool…she drinks and gets drunk, she smokes, she’s…she’s a juvenile college student who is living life without really thinking about consequences and living moment to moment. or at least sometimes she seems to be — i think she’s fighting it to some degree, but if it wins once that’s too often for me. i wouldn’t have married such a person. and i didn’t. i don’t know who this is, or why she is wearing my wife’s engagement ring and wedding band.
in other news, i got paid $60 to listen to 6-second snippets of 650 mostly crappy country songs. took about 3 hours. some marketing thing. i guess it was worth the $60…i suppose it’s better than getting paid nothing to sit and stare at the wall at home. that’s a close call though.
marketing mistakes
note: this is one of a number of entries that were lost in a server crash, followed by a desktop crash, back in late 2004. on march 1, 2009, i happened on a cache file on the crashed desktop hard drive, so i am reloading all of the entries with their original date and time values intact for posterity.