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28 April 2006
26 April 2006
and weeks later i resurface
Hi all
It's Wednesday night, and no new episode of Lost. Damn. I want to try that new Dr Pepper flavor.
Really, though, in real life, not superficial TV land, I still breathe on and surprise myself daily, living up to the words my dear maman told me last night, that I do stay calm and reasonable in any situation- and days like yesterday and today when people around me lose their spark and blow up in a self stupid anger bomb that splatters all their shit all over me, I am still able to brush it off, but not before putting on those black latex gloves to protect my nails that I cut so frequently from clawing their eyes out. Work is only work, school is only school, and life is life, is all there is. Just because colleagues have fireants in their emotions, doesn't mean that the colony has to spread outwards...
On a different note, VanCity was a sweet break from it all, and despite the disastrous travel partner and devastating immaturity toward the end, I realized that my partner in crime is desperately the only one I can ever see myself being with, ever never again. I couldn't stop thinking about him at work all day Monday, during all the poopy-pants hell from the boss, or Tuesday, during all the bull from evildoers, and all day again today, I wished to just be at home with him rolling around under the covers and, if they can't see we can't, right. In the midst of all the snuffmakers I deal with day in and day out, barn doors not saftied and predicaments of oddity, I get confused, and just want to come home...
Wierd shit, my life.
So there's the ten minute update. See ya in another month...
j/k.
;)
It's Wednesday night, and no new episode of Lost. Damn. I want to try that new Dr Pepper flavor.
Really, though, in real life, not superficial TV land, I still breathe on and surprise myself daily, living up to the words my dear maman told me last night, that I do stay calm and reasonable in any situation- and days like yesterday and today when people around me lose their spark and blow up in a self stupid anger bomb that splatters all their shit all over me, I am still able to brush it off, but not before putting on those black latex gloves to protect my nails that I cut so frequently from clawing their eyes out. Work is only work, school is only school, and life is life, is all there is. Just because colleagues have fireants in their emotions, doesn't mean that the colony has to spread outwards...
On a different note, VanCity was a sweet break from it all, and despite the disastrous travel partner and devastating immaturity toward the end, I realized that my partner in crime is desperately the only one I can ever see myself being with, ever never again. I couldn't stop thinking about him at work all day Monday, during all the poopy-pants hell from the boss, or Tuesday, during all the bull from evildoers, and all day again today, I wished to just be at home with him rolling around under the covers and, if they can't see we can't, right. In the midst of all the snuffmakers I deal with day in and day out, barn doors not saftied and predicaments of oddity, I get confused, and just want to come home...
Wierd shit, my life.
So there's the ten minute update. See ya in another month...
j/k.
;)
05 April 2006
meh
So
I'm due for an update, I suppose... I've been sick for the past 4 or so days, came down with a crap cold on Saturday before heading out with Jeffey for a night on the town, something the two of us rarely do, it seems I have become more of a homebody after having to go to a routine jobby job 5 days a week...
Regardless of my aptitude for laziness, we went out to his friend Jay's first party at his hippie house, which seems like a cool place to live, although living on the street like that might drive my light-sleepin'-ass crazy day in and day out. We met a bunch of smoking random drunk girls, and I ever so rudely, as Jeffey pointed out, made blatant attemtps at expressing my dissatisfation and ungratitude for their consistent filling of the rooms with ashtray cigarette filth, even if the 8-months preggers singing trapeeze artist drinking Guiness from a plastic cup didn't seem to mind...
Then we went and caught the last act of turntablism over at the Indy, which took me back in memoryland of hiphop and scratchin' and rapping till the wee hours of the night back in nm. Made me want to whip out the old Wave Twisters video, which I'm sure I'll find again at some point during the process of moving...
Moving. Ugh.
I mussed up enough energy to go out to the other house to get some more stuff today, and saw that I did pack Amy's bowel, as she put it, and I can't forget to bring it back to her, or else! I also have to pick up some prescriptions at the walgreens there, even though I not sure that Mama's insurance in NM will cover my eye antibiotics. I hope they give me a mild sedative, or something during the eye lazerizing... I'm kinda nervous. What if it doesn't work?
That would suck.
Anwyay, still sick, but I'll go to work tomorrow and make it back.
jeffey poo come home
current mood:
I'm due for an update, I suppose... I've been sick for the past 4 or so days, came down with a crap cold on Saturday before heading out with Jeffey for a night on the town, something the two of us rarely do, it seems I have become more of a homebody after having to go to a routine jobby job 5 days a week...
Regardless of my aptitude for laziness, we went out to his friend Jay's first party at his hippie house, which seems like a cool place to live, although living on the street like that might drive my light-sleepin'-ass crazy day in and day out. We met a bunch of smoking random drunk girls, and I ever so rudely, as Jeffey pointed out, made blatant attemtps at expressing my dissatisfation and ungratitude for their consistent filling of the rooms with ashtray cigarette filth, even if the 8-months preggers singing trapeeze artist drinking Guiness from a plastic cup didn't seem to mind...
Then we went and caught the last act of turntablism over at the Indy, which took me back in memoryland of hiphop and scratchin' and rapping till the wee hours of the night back in nm. Made me want to whip out the old Wave Twisters video, which I'm sure I'll find again at some point during the process of moving...
Moving. Ugh.
I mussed up enough energy to go out to the other house to get some more stuff today, and saw that I did pack Amy's bowel, as she put it, and I can't forget to bring it back to her, or else! I also have to pick up some prescriptions at the walgreens there, even though I not sure that Mama's insurance in NM will cover my eye antibiotics. I hope they give me a mild sedative, or something during the eye lazerizing... I'm kinda nervous. What if it doesn't work?
That would suck.
Anwyay, still sick, but I'll go to work tomorrow and make it back.
jeffey poo come home
current mood:
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