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Back from Israel

We’re back safe and sound.

Our trip went really well even though the dollar had fallen a few points or cents or whatever against the shekel since we’d been last year…but according to my bank statement I only spent about 800 hundred bucks(and a 3rd of that was in airports). So we were still able to live it up in the holy land. We went to Jerusalem where I saw the Old City and the Wailing Wall, Israelis call it the Western Wall and religious types walk away from it backward after they’ve prayed and left a letter.

In Jerusalem we also saw Jesus’s Tomb and Adam and our guide Ofer got a sudden fit of the giggles inside the tiny space. I’m not religious and was only interested in it in a historical way but it was still a little embarrassing. Everyone else was taking it so seriously and they were weirded out by it I guess.
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Going to Israel

My boyfriend and I are going to Israel on Monday. He’s from there, by the way,so we will be staying with his parents at Kibbutz Shamir. The last time we went was a week after the war last summer. We had a wedding we had to go to so we ignored the Katushas and the cries of woe from my family and booked our flight. I’d never been anywhere overseas except England and Ireland and not since the freakin 80’s!
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My Head is exploding!

I wanted more work.
I got more work.
Then I got too much work with offers of more work on top of that!

It’s all repeat clients, too. Not one ad I answered paid off.To know me is to love me, I guess.

My boyfriend’s youngest brother came to stay with us right as this wave of work hit me. Since then I have barely left the desk in the living room and he probably thinks I am a huge freak. Of course I am a huge freak, so that’s ok.

I had to run out of the house today before I shot someone. I had done the dishes 4 times since I woke up. They just kept coming. I’d hoped a whiff of a clue would dawn on my roommates but it did not, not once.

It’s like they all decided that if it has tits it can do the dishes.
And then it can put the lotion back in the basket.

Even my roommate who isn’t on my team (euphemism) said “oh yeah, I know” as he put his peanut buttered knife into the sink just as I was putting the last dish on the drainboard and bitching to him as I slaved. I’m all alone with a crew of dish users. And I’ve had ridiculous fits of hatred over it.
So I ran to the haven of Macy’s where all the fall clothes live and taunt me with their higher price tags… summer clothes are cheaper, aren’t they, especially when your uniform of choice is a tshirt and jeans and flip flips. I sound snazzy, don’t I?

All of a sudden Calvin Klein has decided to produce a line of clothes I could actually imagine wearing. Almost. I tried on the raincoat/trenchcoat with flared skirt thing and felt too much of a Vivienne Westwood vibe. It’s amazing: since I pledged to try clothes on before I buy them I hardly ever buy clothes any more.

To further put off the rechaining of myself to the computer I watched a movie I’d rented last week and finally cleared time on the tv to watch it. This was only done with much passive aggressive huffing. I’m not proud but I have my ways. The film is Broken English and it was pretty good. Parker Posey stars and it’s directed by Zoe Cassavettes (sp) so her mom (Gena Rowlands) was in it,too. The lead character drinks her way from beginning to end. I was impressed.