My name is MC Menses and my flow be fresh! Grrr! Damnable hormones, bringing my period 10 days early and twice as heavy to boot. Hopefully soon my ovaries will no longer feel like they're exploding. grump, grump, grump.
Anyhoo, I made it to the weekend! Woot! I'm going to try and round up a friend or two for a coastwise trip in the morning, and by morning i mean when i wake up. Failing that, i'm just going to pack up the picnic food i've got, and walk to the park three blocks from my house, and lay in the sunshine and reread neuromancer, or some h.p. lovecraft. I demand sunshine, and totality of awesomeness from tomorrow. I will accept no substitutes, refunds, coupons, or exchanges. Offer void where prohibited.
After the rocktastic sunworship, i intend to get mine arse to the library's book sale out at the fairgrounds. I intend to score something righteous, or failing that, hang out and look at nifty books for awhile.
Somewhen tomorrow, I'm also going to see about wandering to Sacred Art to talk about getting a labret. I need a labret about like I need a hole in my head. With some luck, the amount of sheer awesome in my day will be unmeasurable by mortal scales.
I feel a sudden overwhelming urge to make a mix cd that expresses the giddy sleep-deprived bliss i feel right now, but i doubt anyone else would appreciate me bouncing from motorhead to romanian pop. What the hell, I'm going to give it a go, and if i come up with something listenable, i'll post a track list. The ever fabulous Slie may just find herself with a copy, as she seems to be the only one who reads my psychotic babbling anyway. That's alright, the perceived anonimity affords me some manner of freedom.
Yeah, so, more later!
Update: Sometimes I fucking hate Oregon weather!!!!!! I was good all week, i didn't blow off work to go play in the sunshine, and as a reward for my day off, it clouds up and threatens to rain! FUCKFUCKFUCK! And then no one calls back, not even to say no. This is bullshit. Next time, i'm just going to blow off work, because this sucks ass.
On a side note, I apologize to anyone who has to see/deal with me today, because i'm a hormonal/emotional wreck of a person today. Example: in the two minutes it took to write the update, i've gone from ambivalence to rage to depression and back to rage.
I need to go take a shower and get a hole in my head. Hopefully i can scare up some transportation to the booksale. If not, I may be coming home to have ice cream for dinner, and then crawling into bed to cry.
The best laid plans of mice and men are apt to go awry, as they say, but goddammit, all i wanted was one day to work right. i've been so stressed out lately, i just wanted a mini-vacation, and apparently i don't even get that. fuckall. And now i can't even see to to type because i'm fucking crying over this trivial bullshit.
More later, when i've regained some semblance of control.
One More Time: When will this godawful day be over with? I had just about resigned myself to nothingness, and managed to cheer up a little by not thinking about it, when I got a phonecall from someone who just wanted to talk about my day. Fuck. Is it so much to ask to be able to not cry for one hour? You know what, I'm not even going to bother leaving the house today. No good can possibly come of it. Fuck it all. I just want it to be over with. This is turning into one of those days where i can't even summon the will to eat, even though i'm super hungry. I fucking hate this. This is what i get for making plans. Screw this shit. From now on i'm just going to wake up and let the shit over past me.
P.S. Anyone who wants to see a photo of me when i was actually happy (seems very far away right now) should go look in Slie's pics. There is one of her, gr3g, and i right before we went to see the magnetic fields. I actually think its really neat. I'm going to go stare at it myself for a little while, maybe it'll help me find the happy feeling again.
Anyhoo, I made it to the weekend! Woot! I'm going to try and round up a friend or two for a coastwise trip in the morning, and by morning i mean when i wake up. Failing that, i'm just going to pack up the picnic food i've got, and walk to the park three blocks from my house, and lay in the sunshine and reread neuromancer, or some h.p. lovecraft. I demand sunshine, and totality of awesomeness from tomorrow. I will accept no substitutes, refunds, coupons, or exchanges. Offer void where prohibited.
After the rocktastic sunworship, i intend to get mine arse to the library's book sale out at the fairgrounds. I intend to score something righteous, or failing that, hang out and look at nifty books for awhile.
Somewhen tomorrow, I'm also going to see about wandering to Sacred Art to talk about getting a labret. I need a labret about like I need a hole in my head. With some luck, the amount of sheer awesome in my day will be unmeasurable by mortal scales.
I feel a sudden overwhelming urge to make a mix cd that expresses the giddy sleep-deprived bliss i feel right now, but i doubt anyone else would appreciate me bouncing from motorhead to romanian pop. What the hell, I'm going to give it a go, and if i come up with something listenable, i'll post a track list. The ever fabulous Slie may just find herself with a copy, as she seems to be the only one who reads my psychotic babbling anyway. That's alright, the perceived anonimity affords me some manner of freedom.
Yeah, so, more later!
Update: Sometimes I fucking hate Oregon weather!!!!!! I was good all week, i didn't blow off work to go play in the sunshine, and as a reward for my day off, it clouds up and threatens to rain! FUCKFUCKFUCK! And then no one calls back, not even to say no. This is bullshit. Next time, i'm just going to blow off work, because this sucks ass.
On a side note, I apologize to anyone who has to see/deal with me today, because i'm a hormonal/emotional wreck of a person today. Example: in the two minutes it took to write the update, i've gone from ambivalence to rage to depression and back to rage.
I need to go take a shower and get a hole in my head. Hopefully i can scare up some transportation to the booksale. If not, I may be coming home to have ice cream for dinner, and then crawling into bed to cry.
The best laid plans of mice and men are apt to go awry, as they say, but goddammit, all i wanted was one day to work right. i've been so stressed out lately, i just wanted a mini-vacation, and apparently i don't even get that. fuckall. And now i can't even see to to type because i'm fucking crying over this trivial bullshit.
More later, when i've regained some semblance of control.
One More Time: When will this godawful day be over with? I had just about resigned myself to nothingness, and managed to cheer up a little by not thinking about it, when I got a phonecall from someone who just wanted to talk about my day. Fuck. Is it so much to ask to be able to not cry for one hour? You know what, I'm not even going to bother leaving the house today. No good can possibly come of it. Fuck it all. I just want it to be over with. This is turning into one of those days where i can't even summon the will to eat, even though i'm super hungry. I fucking hate this. This is what i get for making plans. Screw this shit. From now on i'm just going to wake up and let the shit over past me.
P.S. Anyone who wants to see a photo of me when i was actually happy (seems very far away right now) should go look in Slie's pics. There is one of her, gr3g, and i right before we went to see the magnetic fields. I actually think its really neat. I'm going to go stare at it myself for a little while, maybe it'll help me find the happy feeling again.
what's this about a book sale?