the dreary stuff

this post is clipped because spot's just come home, and in addition to his presence being disquieting, it's been extremely hard to lose this sense of betrayal and concern over what's to come.

on sunday night, i went with singer to the ilke bar. the place was packed, and we had fun.

yesterday morning i went daisy-chain shopping. the target was to acquire a wallet with a chain that i'd have no fear of losing. i began in a place on bograshov where i'd seen them before, but what they had in stock left much to be desired. i walked through numerous stores on the way through to dizengoff center, and only in the mall itself eventually came across a wallet / purse / handbag store. the offerings looked alright, but it was a lot more expensive than i would've liked.

on an unrelated note, there was a crazy number of people walking and singing through the mall to show solidarity with israel, which was really sweet.

i skipped over to the store next door, found a sweet (albeit slightly feminine) nightmare before christmas wallet. the guys there couldn't help me with putting a hole to add a chain, and the only semi-decent chain cost NIS 80. when the guy saw the look of disgust on my face, he advised me to go across the road to the pet-shop.

at the pet shop i obtained a way-cool, high-quality dog-chain, just the right length and look, for a mere NIS 40. solid, and i was amused by the reaction of the owner when he registered that it was for me. he thought i was looking for sex-toys, and began showing me the chains with leather grips...

i went back to a hardware store i'd found on the way, and was pointed in the direction of a shoe repairman, who happily put the right-size hole in the right place free of charge. i returned to the hardware store to buy a key-clip, and once attached it was all sorted out. all that was left to do was to go and buy cigarettes in order to organize change for the purchase.

on the way to meeting singer for lunch, i spoke to the kid and then to spot, trying to arrange to meet in the evening. we both had to fight with spot to get him to agree, the level of bullshit he spouted to avoid us was frightening. it was during my second phone call that the kid informed me that spot was unemployed, although we still hadn't a clue to the extent of his lies.

singer and i sat at bar gurion, i had a great sandwich for lunch while she watched :P
there was less fighting with spot on the way back home than i anticipated, and i managed to convince him to do me the tremendous favour of hanging up the washing.

singer and i napped for a couple of hours at her place, and when she woke up to do things i went home to organize papers. i bought special folders and everything. it was a lot of work, but i feel less stressed now when i look at them instead of the mess of crumpled bits that's been collecting over the past year.

... uh oh... where the hell did i put them?!

the conversation
we need to begin interviewing potential flatmates and he needs to get the fuck out of here. we're going to need to work over his room with gas-masks before anybody will step foot in there.

apparently the kid also developed a headache after the talk. i have to say that i'm really proud of him... i barely said a work the entire time. everyone (the three of us, myself included - our neighbour, singer, spot's girlfriend) was certain i'd lose my temper and be screaming and shouting. the kid said everything that needed to be said, and he said it all perfectly, and we both sat in shocked silence as spot began filling us in on the gory details of the last couple of months.

the kid and i went out, i had ice-cream (i needed to wash out the bad taste in my mouth, but it didn't really help), i did some more organizing, had a long chat with my mom, and then took a bus to singer's. either the headache tablet, the coffee or just being with singer soothed the pain in my cranium.

heh. i'm dating a rock singer and a school-teacher at the same time. it's like i'm living out childhood fantasies :P

after a good night's sleep (although of course, not enough), i skipped out to matan chen, only to discover that all my paperwork's up to date until november, so i only need arrive back there in december.

the library was closed (i had to check it out), so i walked through to the park behind the museum and tried my hand at song-writing. some came out good, some a bit childish... i think i need some practise. i put my shirt back on and left when a filipino brought her elderly charge to sit right next to me; i was terrified she'd register my nipple ring or chains and have a heart-attack on my account.

breakfast with singer was good. we walked back to her place afterwards, and i was just getting into the empire strikes back when piles called me to ask me what to buy for the kid. i've been trying to get in touch with songbird for a couple of days now just to find out what the budget was, and they were already shopping without me?! how rude!

i was on my way to azrieli when some guy had a motorbike accident about 50m behind me. i went back to help him move his bike off the road ("no shit you're in shock", i said to him), checked that he at least had a working cellphone and learned from another biker who'd driven past him that he'd slipped in a patch of oil.

still on my way and i ran into songbird! i shouted at her, wished her luck for the interview she was off to, and got back on track to the mall.

the shopping spree:
1) rescue piles and songbird's replacement (SR) from a cloying salewoman
2) buy two awesome and appropriate books (running between stores necessary)
3) say goodbye to piles
4) walk to the city officer (no access for me)
5) walk to dizengoff center
6) buy a fake beard
7) buy the 300 graphic novel and a sweet-ass venom comic
8) walk to a crappy t-shirt store in the flea-market to buy a transformers shirt
9) walk to the hiking store for a balaclava and to find out how good the salomon ski-jackets are. i'm buying one as soon as i get my credit card replaced

on my way back home i ran into our neighbour, and i accompanied her and her sister on their mission to return three pairs of shoes. you know, buffalo make awesome shoes, just don't buy them if they aren't sporting the signature spirals on the soles.

i bought pre-cooked and warmed chicken wings for dinner, was about to put in a washload when i realized that spot (verified) finished the washing powder and didn't replace it or alert us, of course, went back to the store for that, and then sat down to clear my desk (blog).