Monday, April 03, 2006

chicanery \shih-KAY-nuh-ree\, noun:1. The use of trickery or sophistry to deceive (as in matters of law).2. A trick; a subterfuge.

I noticed this was a Dictionary.com "Word of the Day" on April Fool's Day and I was intrigued. Because I used that word recently as a toss away in an email. The person who the email was intended for really reacted strongly to it, which was one of those red light moments that you mean to examine and then, you see a shiny art deco cocktail ring on eBay and don't. Soon after, it came to light that I had hit the nail on the head, because the true definition of this word was indeed afoot. Life is wierd like that. When you ignore your gut reactions, you end up getting f'd in the a with a d. I'm always surprised at how often I and my friends remark on this after the fact when something comes to light- a bad roommate, boss, friend, what have you. You can't help but want to kick yourself, but then again, who wants to live their life constantly freaking out over every little thing to try and prevent the inevitable? That being: that no matter how kind or trusting you are, sometimes other people just suck. And you can't live your life being defensive and angry about it. You just have to laugh about it. I know I did. I mean, here I was, thinking tossing that not often used word back into the vocabulary of those I conversed with was just one of my Auntie Mame-like affectations, like always hyphenating hi-jinx and always ending it with an "x", never with an "s". Or even using the word hi-jinx in seriousness. Or steadfastly protesting referring to any type of sandwich as a wrap. Or refusing to make eye contact with the Mexican hired help. You know, that sort of thing. Little did I know. Anyway, emotional intelligence, and trusting yourself and self-help and blah blah blah and will you please shut the fuck up already, Barber. I mean, really. Just. SNORE.

Even though it was a cruddy day outside, I am still in a euphoric mood. This culminated in-yes, of course- dance party in Paul Frank boxer shorts and knock-off Ugg boots. It was delicious. Why not get excited and hop around your apartment to a Jennifer Lopez mega-medley? Live a little, you damned invalid! I'm feeling so good, I knew that I would.

My parents put a pond in the backyard. I love it without boundaries.

Sara & I are about 85% set with our newest project and I could not be happier. Things are all falling into place and all it takes is tilting your head a certain way, going, "What the fuck?", and making a move forward versus treading water and doing jack shit. Fuck talking, let's do it. And yes, I mean sexual consumation. YA HEARD?!?

7 comments:

Le Chat Rogue said...
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Brandy For Sale. said...

Uh, I was thinking more along the lines of Eric Stoltz. But then I was always a sucker for those skinny, pasty boys with concave chests, freckles, red hair and tattoos. Grrrowl.

Gotta go work out a knot and watch "Killing Zoe" now. Be out.

Brandy For Sale. said...

I had to take that off, you scamp. Let's all play nice.

saraisloco said...

Wasn't there a book called supterfuge? No wait that was superfudge.

Brandy For Sale. said...

Remember when Superfudge said we weren't funny?

claudia said...

"I love it without boundaries"

You're a fucking genius.

saraisloco said...

We've be de-spaced. And I feel fine.