and it’s finally starting to feel like fall.

oh and i moved to st louis

so i’ve seen this commercial multiple times, and it always bothers me.

there is an elephant. with a British accent. married to a centipede.

there are a lot of issues with this match. no, i’m not doubting the ability of 2 creatures, though very different, falling in love, marrying, building a home.

however, the physical implications here simply make it impossible. PLUS, I think the commercial suggests that the 2 have somehow come together to bring a giraffe into existence(their son–perhaps he is adopted.)

i know, i know, i’m reading too far into this, but come on, couldn’t they have at least chosen a sizable animal to marry the elephant? something a bit more feasible?

just saying.

in another airwick commercial, a raccoon is happily married to a mole. whaever works, i ’spose.
-jessica

I’m nowhere and you’re everything

i hate fuzzy ambiguity.

well, to some extent it is necessary, but too much of it is a terrible thing.

i feel so very overwhelmed by my current housing situation. suddenly, and without much warning, i am forced to find a new option.

i find myself scouring facebook marketplace and craigslist trying to find a person or apartment that seems to fit me–but none does.

sure there are apartments that seem nice, and people that seem nice, but i’m having a lot of trouble finding a person whose goals and wants are closely aligned with my own. even more difficult is finding a person who has those things, and also wants to live in the same area that i do.

i don’t think that i’m being excessive or out of line, though. i’m just looking for something different that they are.

i suppose i want to live near downtown. i don’t need to live there. i don’t need to be able to walk to work, but i would like to be near it. i don’t want to drive 30 minutes to work each day.

i want to feel safe. i want to be able to walk to my car by myself at night.

i want a decent looking place. i want a slightly updated kitchen, because i know that if my kitchen is stuffed full of old dirty appliance, i’ll avoid it like the plague. and then i’ll find myself shoving ranch doritos and cheese sauce into my mouth on my bed while watching tbs re-runs. not good for anyone, really.

i want a decent sized bathroom. i like being able to turn around in there. i’m not sure why. i also would like my shower to be clean. i want to get clean in a clean space.

i’d like it to be in an area that is close to things. perhaps a grocery store. a restaurant. a local pub. whatever. i just don’t want to be in the middle of nowhere.

okay. that’s all that is really necessary. everything else is push and pull to get the right price/location/person.

is this too much?

is this too boring? yes. it is. here are some pictures from mexico to de-borify this post. enjoy.

our resort–the Royal Solaris

enjoying the pool

senor frogs

the beach!

okay, that will be all for now. g’day.

-jessica

Hold my hand
My fingers are cold.
Don’t say a word
Just hold me close.

schuyler fisk ~ be still

so i’ve lived in belleville at the same apartment for a year and a few months.  for the most part we haven’t had a lot of issues, for awhile our dishwasher wouldn’t drain…they fixed that..it doesn’t really clean dishes that well, but at least it drains.

it’s a nice place, big enough, clean, but a few months ago, this spot showed up in the hallway.  just a small spot of water.  at first i though maybe megan spilled something and forgot to clean it up.  whatever.  so it goes away, and a few days later it returned.  and i though, hmm, that’s weird.  and it went away again.  and then it came back, only bigger.

at this point we called the landlord and told her about the mysterious spot.  it’s in the middle of the carpet.  there is nothing leaking around it.  there is no leak spot on the ceiling–sort of baffling.

a month goes by, and nothing happens, except for that the spot continues to grow, and grow, and grow.  it’s right outside my bedroom, so i have to consciously avoid it in order to not step it in.  stepping in it is awful gross.

megan and i both called again, and i asked the landlord if someone had been out to see it.  apparently a guy had come by after our original call and done nothing….

so they came by the other day when i was home sick from work, the guy just looked it it.  touched the carpet, and left.  and now days later, it’s still getting bigger.

the worst part is that it’s started to get moldy.

i’m kind of worried about this spot as it is taking over my hallway, and with as wet as it is up here, i can’t imagine that the people below us aren’t affected.

i’m baffled.  and pretty sure it’s not a good thing.  but we won’t be living here much longer.

-jessica

Help me I’m just not quite myself
Look around there’s no one else there

the strokes ~ heart in a cage

so up until this point, i haven’t been involved in any automobile mishaps or wrecks. at least not my own…once i had a flat tire, and there was a rattling noise..but otherwise a clean record. however, this is no longer true.

on friday i was driving along, minding my own business on a 2 lane road near downtown st louis, just trying to get a hot dog or perhaps a chicken wrap from dairy queen, when all of the sudden the taurus (fitting) in the next lane decide it would like to be in my lane too. this would have been acceptable except that i was currently utilizing that lane.

so before i knew it there was a vehicle coming at me from the side. my first reaction–slam on the breaks, okay, good, fine. second reaction, turn the car away. this would have been fine, except that in soulard the median’s are quite large and very much solid. not exactly conducive to a comfortable exit from disaster. perhaps i should have let the car hit me. this seems to be the advice i have been receiving from insurance.

my front left tire rammed up against the median and exploded. but not only that, it jammed up against the curb hard enough to efffff up some other important parts, so a tire change wasn’t good enough. she’s out. locked up in a midas for at least a few days. oh and there is a dent. i was worried about the small door dings. now i have quite a large dent and area of paint scrape-age.

the best part? the taurus stopped about 100 feet up, looked back, and drove away. yes. they drove away. i cried for a few seconds, then climbed out my passenger side on a busy street. luckily a nice passbyer saw the event and stopped. he helped me put on a donut and get out of the street.

because i was so close to work, 2 of the girls were able to come to my rescue very quickly and stayed by my side until the police came, and then took me back to work, but not until they bought me some dairy queen.

work was followed by a beer with a bunch of folks from the office.
a necessary component to an awful day, it seems.

i have some very good friends, and a lot of people that care enough about me to listen, and drive me around, and make me feel better. i’m glad to know i can count on the people around me when i’m down and out, because i was certainly down this weekend. perhaps i still am.

i’m also glad to know that some strangers will stop and do a good deed while others will eff up your car and drive away with no remorse.

lucky for me, larry, a guy i work with is out of town this week, and has lent me his truck (yes truck!) to get to and from work. this is a huge lifesaver. i was completely worried about the commute and how i could make that happen without a vehicle.

when i get married and my husband and i are picking a car insurance, it will most definitely include a car rental component to the accident insurance. yes. we will get a nice car from enterprise or something–it will pick us up. or maybe i’ll just not get in any more wrecks.

speaking of trucks–there was one bright part of my weekend. my boss had some free monster truck challenge tickets last week that he was giving out. i took a few on the offchance that i could find someone willing to attend such an event with me.

without much hesitation my little sister, her fiance, 2 of her friends, and my cousin and i ended up with thousands of other excited monster truck fans at gateway on saturday night.

i have never attended a monster truck rally before–but, hey, first time for everything. it was actually more fun that i would have ever imagined. large trucks flying through the air, crushing things…how can you go wrong? unfortunately, none of them flipped over or caught on fire. they did put on a good show though.

additionally, there were motorcycles flying 80 feet through the air, doing flips and tricks. oh, and a stretch monster truck with lights and smoke.

as i said–how can you go wrong with all of these components. we each picked a truck to be “ours” and got into the competition. mine was awful and lost right away. just in case you ever do this, a little advice, the best ones are the ones that actually have a truck on top of the giant tires. for whatever reason, sticking the neon green body of a car onto 4 10 foot tall tires, doesn’t result in a winning monster “truck”. i should have considered this before picking–i was just distracted by it’s bright colors.

we even spotted several mullets–which always makes for a good night. i couldn’t possibly be down when witnessing all of these things in one action packed evening.

t minus 12 days.

-jessica

There’s no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I’m yours

jason mraz ~ i’m yours

Let me know what you think :)

damien rice ~ accidental babies

my guitar loves me right now. i play it all the time. i’m not sure what brought on this incessant need to play, but it has arrived and is taking over my life.

and i like it. i like that i’m trying not to suck. that’s really great news for me and everyone, i think.

my life is drastically different than it was 2 months ago. i do different things in my free time, i hang with different people, i go to different places, i eat different things, i ENJOY my job, i would have to say i’m generally happier.

i hope to move to st louis soon. for whatever reason i have this idea in my head that i should be living in the city in a loft with high ceilings and brick walls. i want to kill carpet cozy. i’m not sure what brought on this sudden for distaste intricate layouts, detached kitchens, and feeling safe at night, but i don’t want this anymore.

well, i want to feel safe at night, but i suppose i can bargain safety for style. haha. priorities.

mexico plans have been finalized, sort of. we won’t know where we are staying until the day we leave. this sort of uncertainty typically makes me feel rather uneasy, but right now i’m pretty chill about the whole thing. probably because i’m even going to mexico. i was a bit worried that the whole thing would fall through. it didn’t. let’s pray for good weather and minimal sunburns.

okay, i’m going to visit guitar center and visit my wish list.

i’d like to leave you with this piece of advice, however unsolicited it may be:

cheaters don’t deserve explanations.

-jessica