Alright. So physically I'm feeling better. Now almost a week later, and my family going home on Saturday. Oh, and I maded them all sick for their vacation too. And the baby got sick. And then the older kid got sick. I feel like a plague dog.
Yes, *physically* I'm almost better. However I am still an emotional, mental, and sexual sourpuss.
I got 6 booty calls today. All from the same person. (I'm not *that* much of a tramp.) And I refused to answer the phone. I'm just not at all interested. It's not him. If anyone could do it for me, it'd probably be him. Nope, sex is still just gross for me. Johhny Depp could sidle up in full pirate regalia and I'd probably do it...you know, because it's Johhny Depp...in fetish footwear and eyeliner...but I'd still be like "Meh." I think I'm just so monumetally unhealthy right now...I exercise as little as humanly possible, I don't drink a quarter of the water I should drink in a day, and I eat super rich, extra delicious crap, which has been covered and smothered as of late. I step outside my body and look at my life and my options and continually my answer has been "I just. Don't. Care." But uh...I think it's about time I bit the bullet and just start doing everything I hate because obviously this isn't working. And I'd really like to get turned on every once in a while. Because right now, I totally suck. But it's ok because today is over and I can get a night's sleep and tomorrow I can do something about it. Which I will probably embarrasingly add to my little updates in spoilers. So don't read them.
Where the hell is my sketchbook with all my *good* ideas??? Where is all my stuff? I know where my crap is, but where's my stuff? My shit is in the closet...my junk is in the car...my flotsam's littered everywhere...my stuff can't be *that* far...
heh. Poetry is easy. Well, BAD poetry is easy.
School starts in like 11 days. Where is my $864 check for books 'n' shit? I am gonna stretch that like there's no tomorrow. I rule the school. I was at LACC and got straight A's and I only bought 1 or two books all year. Me and the copy machine had midnight affairs. So perhaps that scrilla can be put towards more lofty pursuits...like homemade organic lipstick or the Vegas trip or my dirty little houseboat in the Bahamas. *sigh* Will someone pleeeaaase come live in Never Never Land with me? It's so marvelous here. Reality only bothers me when I open my eyes.
Yes, *physically* I'm almost better. However I am still an emotional, mental, and sexual sourpuss.
I got 6 booty calls today. All from the same person. (I'm not *that* much of a tramp.) And I refused to answer the phone. I'm just not at all interested. It's not him. If anyone could do it for me, it'd probably be him. Nope, sex is still just gross for me. Johhny Depp could sidle up in full pirate regalia and I'd probably do it...you know, because it's Johhny Depp...in fetish footwear and eyeliner...but I'd still be like "Meh." I think I'm just so monumetally unhealthy right now...I exercise as little as humanly possible, I don't drink a quarter of the water I should drink in a day, and I eat super rich, extra delicious crap, which has been covered and smothered as of late. I step outside my body and look at my life and my options and continually my answer has been "I just. Don't. Care." But uh...I think it's about time I bit the bullet and just start doing everything I hate because obviously this isn't working. And I'd really like to get turned on every once in a while. Because right now, I totally suck. But it's ok because today is over and I can get a night's sleep and tomorrow I can do something about it. Which I will probably embarrasingly add to my little updates in spoilers. So don't read them.
Where the hell is my sketchbook with all my *good* ideas??? Where is all my stuff? I know where my crap is, but where's my stuff? My shit is in the closet...my junk is in the car...my flotsam's littered everywhere...my stuff can't be *that* far...
heh. Poetry is easy. Well, BAD poetry is easy.
School starts in like 11 days. Where is my $864 check for books 'n' shit? I am gonna stretch that like there's no tomorrow. I rule the school. I was at LACC and got straight A's and I only bought 1 or two books all year. Me and the copy machine had midnight affairs. So perhaps that scrilla can be put towards more lofty pursuits...like homemade organic lipstick or the Vegas trip or my dirty little houseboat in the Bahamas. *sigh* Will someone pleeeaaase come live in Never Never Land with me? It's so marvelous here. Reality only bothers me when I open my eyes.
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Has to be one of the funniest things I've seen in awhile. Well besides the "tweaker" kid at work getting fired. He almost cried. Couldn't figure out why they fired him. Could of been the 3 breaks an hour, or his screaming of racial slurs, or his ability to have been caught on tape stealing and yet stand there and deny doing it. I'll sure miss that kid.
Let me know when we are going to Vegas. I've been thinking about becoming an Elvis Clone, singing on street corners and having my picture taken with fat tourist from Des Moines and Tulsa.
Get better my dear.
R