so i had a rather stupid day. seems this whole week is turning out to be stupid. for those not interested in random, pointless whining, please scroll past! 
last night after work was a bit of a waste. i did not work on the book i'm writing, the tshirt quilt, my halloween costume, or my broadway bear. i went home, did mundane household chores (such as reorganizing my tupperware cabinet and emailing the site where i get my cigarettes from to ask where the fuck my last carton is), did NOT have any sort of booze, and went to bed early. fucking yawn, right? i know it was the responsible thing to do, and i am trying not to be out until 2 am every night getting hammered with friends, but i think it's different when i feel obligated to behave versus wanting to behave.
anyway, today, i go in to work early. i'm doing some overtime at the millinery shop next door, so i figured i'd get a head start on my day so that i wouldn't be working until all hours of the night. work was fine until after lunch when my boss (the owner of the shop, who i am currently assisting for the next few months of spiderman hell, starts rapid fire aiming projects in my direction that all needed to be done immediately. her table is generally somewhere in a state between casual disarray and utter chaos, so as my corner of it became increasingly cluttered with things like green goblin boot parts and rockette skirts, i became increasingly flustered.
around 330, i knocked my coffee over, spilling it squarely onto my phone. greeeat. it was like instant replay of the time i did the exact same fucking thing a year and a half ago (i know treblah is giggling at this next door). so all i could do was sigh and keep working. lets hope i don't spill a beer into my purse and fry my ipod tomorrow, eh tre?
anyway, ended up working an extra hour at my job, running to the tmobile store across the street, grabbing a new phone ($70 after insurance? fuck you, phone company), then running over to the millinery shop and working there (on showgirl headdresses for pricilla, queen of the desert) until 830. at which point i gave up and headed home, only to discover that njtransit eliminated the 930 trains when the schedules changed in may. FUUUUCK! so now i'm stranded for an hour and a half with a dead phone, no kindle (decided randomly to leave it at home today), one cigarette, and zero patience. but i made it to the newsstand just before it closed and got myself some smokes and a beer and some chex mix. once i got home and set up my phone and had a couple of glasses of amaretto on the rocks, i feel slightly better. but bitterly disappointed at what a waste the past two days has been.
i think tomorrow, when the boyfriend comes up to visit (he lives down the shore, 60 miles from me), i am dragging him to the nearest bar and getting us both stinking drunk. and possibly eating something fried and doused in buffalo sauce.
anyway, i'm off to go listen to neutral milk hotel's "song against sex" on repeat, have another glass of amaretto, remind myself to pick up the new junip and grinderman albums that came out today, as well as download the new devo, and pray that i fall asleep before 2 am without a xanax. i don't ever want to depend on a drug to get to sleep at night, but i've been so fucking wired lately. too much going on at work, too many creative projects i've started and want to finish RIGHT FUCKING NOW, the encroaching darkness of autumn, blah blah blah.
here's a random picture of me and my friend tyler, looking exceedingly weird. well, he looks weird, i look like i'm 12, or staring at a painting of an angel, or maybe both.
night, sg.
last night after work was a bit of a waste. i did not work on the book i'm writing, the tshirt quilt, my halloween costume, or my broadway bear. i went home, did mundane household chores (such as reorganizing my tupperware cabinet and emailing the site where i get my cigarettes from to ask where the fuck my last carton is), did NOT have any sort of booze, and went to bed early. fucking yawn, right? i know it was the responsible thing to do, and i am trying not to be out until 2 am every night getting hammered with friends, but i think it's different when i feel obligated to behave versus wanting to behave.
anyway, today, i go in to work early. i'm doing some overtime at the millinery shop next door, so i figured i'd get a head start on my day so that i wouldn't be working until all hours of the night. work was fine until after lunch when my boss (the owner of the shop, who i am currently assisting for the next few months of spiderman hell, starts rapid fire aiming projects in my direction that all needed to be done immediately. her table is generally somewhere in a state between casual disarray and utter chaos, so as my corner of it became increasingly cluttered with things like green goblin boot parts and rockette skirts, i became increasingly flustered.
around 330, i knocked my coffee over, spilling it squarely onto my phone. greeeat. it was like instant replay of the time i did the exact same fucking thing a year and a half ago (i know treblah is giggling at this next door). so all i could do was sigh and keep working. lets hope i don't spill a beer into my purse and fry my ipod tomorrow, eh tre?
anyway, ended up working an extra hour at my job, running to the tmobile store across the street, grabbing a new phone ($70 after insurance? fuck you, phone company), then running over to the millinery shop and working there (on showgirl headdresses for pricilla, queen of the desert) until 830. at which point i gave up and headed home, only to discover that njtransit eliminated the 930 trains when the schedules changed in may. FUUUUCK! so now i'm stranded for an hour and a half with a dead phone, no kindle (decided randomly to leave it at home today), one cigarette, and zero patience. but i made it to the newsstand just before it closed and got myself some smokes and a beer and some chex mix. once i got home and set up my phone and had a couple of glasses of amaretto on the rocks, i feel slightly better. but bitterly disappointed at what a waste the past two days has been.
i think tomorrow, when the boyfriend comes up to visit (he lives down the shore, 60 miles from me), i am dragging him to the nearest bar and getting us both stinking drunk. and possibly eating something fried and doused in buffalo sauce.
anyway, i'm off to go listen to neutral milk hotel's "song against sex" on repeat, have another glass of amaretto, remind myself to pick up the new junip and grinderman albums that came out today, as well as download the new devo, and pray that i fall asleep before 2 am without a xanax. i don't ever want to depend on a drug to get to sleep at night, but i've been so fucking wired lately. too much going on at work, too many creative projects i've started and want to finish RIGHT FUCKING NOW, the encroaching darkness of autumn, blah blah blah.
here's a random picture of me and my friend tyler, looking exceedingly weird. well, he looks weird, i look like i'm 12, or staring at a painting of an angel, or maybe both.
night, sg.
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user209834982:
Phone insurance is such a crock.
jackskellington3:
That is one long blog there kid.