sean referred to the fetuses on my wall.
hanging there in reverent silence.
-cackle- ok. seriously. i had started talking about musicals because danzig was singing 'less than zero' and really, folks. if you heard it- you'd laugh too. any way... he happened to see them and damned if it wasn't terribly funny and damn me also for having a terrible memory right now, being highly manic, and cannot relay the exact conversation.
but ed. YOU WOULD BE PROUD. i am thwarting the general public and PEDDLING the fetuses. HAAA HA HA. HA. HAaaa.
becky. you understand. yes. yes, you do.
we are calling the three. luke and the bad boys. because it's random. and two of them are nameless. (which does not make them insignifigant, mind you.)
all right. so things are. random. and chaotic. and stupid. BUT.
i have a potential job offer.
yeah. i know. surprised me too. however. penny and bo are ridding themselves of their current piercer. 99% sure about that, people. NINTY-NINE. (i.e. smile, guys. there's only a small degree for failure.)
the point is, though. my present MHMR employer is trying to hijack my attempts at doing good deeds and therefore earning my place out.of.hell. eh. i mean. my fucking lovely community service for.the.pub.lic job. (which i do truly sort of love and hate, but. when isn't that a good relationship, eh?) BUT.
the point. was. that. they will be discussing my possible-future-employment tonight. and i am to meet penny on friday.
i distrust and dislike change. and therefore, i am nervous about financial shit, as usual. but. maybe. if i'm lucky. i could stick around here for a while and put a whole lot of holes in a.lot.of.people.
all right. there it is. that. and why are men such pussies, huh? WHY? why is the comment, "i'm not very good with relationships.." the first damned thing to come out of your mouths?
i mean. come on. I KNOW I'M NOT GOOD AT RELATIONSHIPS. but. hey. i admit that. i'm not running with suicide vows to the alter any.time.soon. what happened to fun, eh? what happened to chilling.the.fuck.out.
ARGH. ok. that's all. otherwise. pie is foaming at the mouth right now, pacing in her room. we have many things in common, but tonight we add to the list four very important relations:
- pacing. (it's 40 paces from the couch to the end of the room.)
- sleep is not good for you, really. it's not.
- foaming at the mouth is not always seen in rabies sufferers.
and finally. last but not least.
- just because we pace and rant and yell in strange, altering voices that are not always OURS. hey. it doesn't mean that we're NOT normal, charming women.
HAH. ha. ha. snicker, snicker, boo-hoo. cruel-cool-col.lec.tive.mel. what is she to do. but laugh(ing.) is better. than crying.
hanging there in reverent silence.
-cackle- ok. seriously. i had started talking about musicals because danzig was singing 'less than zero' and really, folks. if you heard it- you'd laugh too. any way... he happened to see them and damned if it wasn't terribly funny and damn me also for having a terrible memory right now, being highly manic, and cannot relay the exact conversation.
but ed. YOU WOULD BE PROUD. i am thwarting the general public and PEDDLING the fetuses. HAAA HA HA. HA. HAaaa.
becky. you understand. yes. yes, you do.
we are calling the three. luke and the bad boys. because it's random. and two of them are nameless. (which does not make them insignifigant, mind you.)
all right. so things are. random. and chaotic. and stupid. BUT.
i have a potential job offer.
yeah. i know. surprised me too. however. penny and bo are ridding themselves of their current piercer. 99% sure about that, people. NINTY-NINE. (i.e. smile, guys. there's only a small degree for failure.)
the point is, though. my present MHMR employer is trying to hijack my attempts at doing good deeds and therefore earning my place out.of.hell. eh. i mean. my fucking lovely community service for.the.pub.lic job. (which i do truly sort of love and hate, but. when isn't that a good relationship, eh?) BUT.
the point. was. that. they will be discussing my possible-future-employment tonight. and i am to meet penny on friday.
i distrust and dislike change. and therefore, i am nervous about financial shit, as usual. but. maybe. if i'm lucky. i could stick around here for a while and put a whole lot of holes in a.lot.of.people.
all right. there it is. that. and why are men such pussies, huh? WHY? why is the comment, "i'm not very good with relationships.." the first damned thing to come out of your mouths?
i mean. come on. I KNOW I'M NOT GOOD AT RELATIONSHIPS. but. hey. i admit that. i'm not running with suicide vows to the alter any.time.soon. what happened to fun, eh? what happened to chilling.the.fuck.out.
ARGH. ok. that's all. otherwise. pie is foaming at the mouth right now, pacing in her room. we have many things in common, but tonight we add to the list four very important relations:
- pacing. (it's 40 paces from the couch to the end of the room.)
- sleep is not good for you, really. it's not.
- foaming at the mouth is not always seen in rabies sufferers.
and finally. last but not least.
- just because we pace and rant and yell in strange, altering voices that are not always OURS. hey. it doesn't mean that we're NOT normal, charming women.
HAH. ha. ha. snicker, snicker, boo-hoo. cruel-cool-col.lec.tive.mel. what is she to do. but laugh(ing.) is better. than crying.
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I HAVE THE PUPPY. her name is pallu. she is a chiuaua. and SHE LOVES ME. more later. my throat hurts. i am getting sick. AGAIN. and damn it. derelict. i should straighten this place up and have a get together when i get the weekend off. i think it's.. not this weekend but next... hum? i should. look at the schedule and see.
more later. more more later, yes. <3