Stolen from Jen.
Rules/Instructions/How Tos....
1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer
3. You must write that song name down no matter how silly it makes you look.
got it? ok, let's go:
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Is There A Way Out? The Get Up Kids
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Three Year Bitch - Sheer Terror
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Over You - Token Entry
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
What Have You Done For Me Lately? - Janet Jackson
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Less Teeth More Tits - Lunachicks
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Devil's Whorehouse - Misfits
WHAT DO YOU OFTEN THINK ABOUT?
When We Escape - Minus The Bear
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
I'm In Love With My Car - Queen
WHATS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Look Good In Leather - Cody ChesnuTT
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Hardship Belongs To Me - Terror
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Drug Buddy - Evan Dando & Juliana Hatfield
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Paradise - The Shangri-La's
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
The Way You Make Me Feel - Paul Anka
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
The Burden - Dropkick Murphys
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong - Harvey Milk
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Spun - Babes In Toyland
WHAT WILL YOU NAME THIS?
Knock 'Em Out - Lily Allen
Wednesday, August 6
Monday, August 4
busy busy busy.
Well thanks to my sister, possibly the best sister in the world, I was able to obtain my medication and I am back on a nice even keel. The past few nights I've gone to bed before midnight and waking up promptly after 8 hours of sleep. Hooray! Today I woke up at 7:15am and saw my Paypal money from selling my shoes went into my bank account (and then went back out to compensate for being overdrawn...anger burns in my heart at Bank of America, but it makes sense). I decided to spend my well earned money on dish soap (I guess since I load the dishes, I buy the soap too?), my own roll of TP, a dunkin sammich/coffee combo and 2 scratch-off tickets. Oh and an Arnold Palmer tall can. Yummo. The lottery tickets paid off with more $ and started a 3-hour vicious cycle of me cashing them in and buying more. I wound up being $4 ahead AND having money to buy ingredients for my porcini sauce (finally!)
To appreciate this, you must know that I haven't been grocery shopping in weeks. I am playing a game with myself that I will only buy new items if they help me consume items I already have (i.e. butter for frozen bagels), and I have had these dried porcini mushrooms for at least 3 months waiting to be loved and used. I bought a package to make arancini, and only needed a few of them. So today I set to work making my sauce:
-soak dried porcini mushrooms in hot water
-sautée 1+ cloves of garlic (I hate garlic, so I only used the tiniest bit) on some olive oil
-add mushrooms and water. I strained the mushrooms out and chopped them first, but you don't have to.
-add spices as you want. I like white pepper, salt, chix bullion cubes, and a bit of celery seed. Oh and a tiny bit of garlic powder to compensate for my lack of love for the garlic cloves.
-let this simmer for 5 minutes or so, until you can see that the mushrooms have cooked down a bit. Now here is where you can do what you prefer...I strained my sauce so I only had the liquid and tossed the mushroom/garlic chopped bits. But if you don't mind chunks in your sauce, you can leave it as is.
-Add some cream to this sauce, and simmer until it thickens. Again, use whatever cream you like, I prefer light cream because it doesn't coat your tongue.
-Don't forget to keep tasting and adjusting as you see fit!
-Finally, serve over some form of pasta.
Yum yum yum. And Jess, don't make this unless you have a death wish.
I also made some sun tea today, but if you don't know how to make that, you are on your own. Dummy.
To appreciate this, you must know that I haven't been grocery shopping in weeks. I am playing a game with myself that I will only buy new items if they help me consume items I already have (i.e. butter for frozen bagels), and I have had these dried porcini mushrooms for at least 3 months waiting to be loved and used. I bought a package to make arancini, and only needed a few of them. So today I set to work making my sauce:
-soak dried porcini mushrooms in hot water
-sautée 1+ cloves of garlic (I hate garlic, so I only used the tiniest bit) on some olive oil
-add mushrooms and water. I strained the mushrooms out and chopped them first, but you don't have to.
-add spices as you want. I like white pepper, salt, chix bullion cubes, and a bit of celery seed. Oh and a tiny bit of garlic powder to compensate for my lack of love for the garlic cloves.
-let this simmer for 5 minutes or so, until you can see that the mushrooms have cooked down a bit. Now here is where you can do what you prefer...I strained my sauce so I only had the liquid and tossed the mushroom/garlic chopped bits. But if you don't mind chunks in your sauce, you can leave it as is.
-Add some cream to this sauce, and simmer until it thickens. Again, use whatever cream you like, I prefer light cream because it doesn't coat your tongue.
-Don't forget to keep tasting and adjusting as you see fit!
-Finally, serve over some form of pasta.
Yum yum yum. And Jess, don't make this unless you have a death wish.
I also made some sun tea today, but if you don't know how to make that, you are on your own. Dummy.
Thursday, July 31
Those poor migrant farmers.
While looking for a missing plug today (I currently have 2 different sizes in and awant to even myself out), I found a 1903 mercury dime. This made me think 2 things.
1. How much is this thing worth? (The interweb says $1.25 - $1000.00. I lean towards the $1.25 with this condition.)
2. How many people were killed in WWI era for this dime? Or during the great depression?
I am too creepy for my own good.
1. How much is this thing worth? (The interweb says $1.25 - $1000.00. I lean towards the $1.25 with this condition.)
2. How many people were killed in WWI era for this dime? Or during the great depression?
I am too creepy for my own good.
Wednesday, July 30
.
Out of everything in my life right now, the one thing I hate the most is my SSRI discontinuation syndrome side effects.
Dear God, make me a bird so I could fly far far away from here.
Dear God, make me a bird so I could fly far far away from here.
Tuesday, July 29
Where will he get his chipotle bleu cheese bacon burger?
Bennigan's is out of business effective immediately!
http://www.nbc5i.com/news/17024807/detail.html
http://www.coloradoan.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080729/UPDATES01/80729007
I don't know what's worse - this, or the fact that I found out via a fwd from my sister of Perez Hilton breaking the story.
What will Butters do? Sad sad sad.
http://www.nbc5i.com/news/17024807/detail.html
http://www.coloradoan.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080729/UPDATES01/80729007
I don't know what's worse - this, or the fact that I found out via a fwd from my sister of Perez Hilton breaking the story.
What will Butters do? Sad sad sad.
I want action tonight. Satisfcation all night.
The past week, my horrible sleep schedule has hit an extreme. I sleep from noon until 8pm or so, wake up and eat 1 meal, then repeat the cycle. Last night I forced myself into slumber at 5am and slept until 8:30am. Hopefully I can stay awake until midnight tonight and get back on a regular cycle.
I have the biggest craving for some form of breakfast, but the second I leave my room the temperature goes up 30 degrees and the entire house smells like asshole. Maybe I will just go down to dunkin and grab a sammich and some new litter for the kids.
Side note - remember when dunkin used to put the butter on your bagel for you? Why did they stop? It's so frustrating to get all the way home and see that my bagel has cooled off too much to melt the butter. Jerkoffs. ( say that word a lot lately. Hmm.)
I have the biggest craving for some form of breakfast, but the second I leave my room the temperature goes up 30 degrees and the entire house smells like asshole. Maybe I will just go down to dunkin and grab a sammich and some new litter for the kids.
Side note - remember when dunkin used to put the butter on your bagel for you? Why did they stop? It's so frustrating to get all the way home and see that my bagel has cooled off too much to melt the butter. Jerkoffs. ( say that word a lot lately. Hmm.)
Saturday, July 26
title/artist
Makes me think.
Maybe it makes me think of you.
Maybe it makes me think of you.
That was the last time I ever saw her-
through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows.
I walked past and kept on walking
and lit a smoke with my hands shaking.
She was something else
A few summers ago
we spent weeks in her room
just having sex and listening to jazz
and that was the life.
But I didn't know at the time
Blinds drawn at twelve noon
with daylight pouring through
projecting lines on her body
Move on, move on, move on
Smoke your smoke and move on
I should go back to
see if she's still there
standing like a statue
through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows.
I walked past and kept on walking
and lit a smoke with my hands shaking.
She was something else
A few summers ago
we spent weeks in her room
just having sex and listening to jazz
and that was the life.
But I didn't know at the time
Blinds drawn at twelve noon
with daylight pouring through
projecting lines on her body
Move on, move on, move on
Smoke your smoke and move on
I should go back to
see if she's still there
standing like a statue
Tuesday, July 22
Monday, July 21
workin' my way back to you, babe.
Dear internet,
How can I stay mad at you? You bring me so many joys. Watching Pet Shop Boys videos via YouTube, reading the same 12 posts on the bridge9 board over and over every week, playing bingo for hours on end in the hope of one day actually winning $2. I can't think of any other place that I could fill my days with this much multimedia from the comfort of my own bed.
That being said, you've been fucking me over lately. I got really tired of you giving access of my life to people who I don't want to be part of the big picture. I got equally irritated with the constant reminders of the people who like to make me feel like I will never be good enough. But then I ask...good enough for what? For these trivial people? Hit the road.
And then there was that stupid glimmer of hope that you gave me, internet. Remember that? When you made me think that all guys aren't typical and thanks to your help, this was going to be something productive in my life? Way to drop the ball on THAT one, information superhighway.
Nonetheless, I need you in my life. A vice is a vice, and you are mine.
Welcome me back with open arms and I will be able to forget everything in the past. Until it comes back to slap me in the face.
Love you.
How can I stay mad at you? You bring me so many joys. Watching Pet Shop Boys videos via YouTube, reading the same 12 posts on the bridge9 board over and over every week, playing bingo for hours on end in the hope of one day actually winning $2. I can't think of any other place that I could fill my days with this much multimedia from the comfort of my own bed.
That being said, you've been fucking me over lately. I got really tired of you giving access of my life to people who I don't want to be part of the big picture. I got equally irritated with the constant reminders of the people who like to make me feel like I will never be good enough. But then I ask...good enough for what? For these trivial people? Hit the road.
And then there was that stupid glimmer of hope that you gave me, internet. Remember that? When you made me think that all guys aren't typical and thanks to your help, this was going to be something productive in my life? Way to drop the ball on THAT one, information superhighway.
Nonetheless, I need you in my life. A vice is a vice, and you are mine.
Welcome me back with open arms and I will be able to forget everything in the past. Until it comes back to slap me in the face.
Love you.
Sunday, July 6
Yesterday.
Jammy being the typical ham. He just can't get enough.
Me, so content to be heading out to meet Lissa in my little silver Tiburon that I affectionately named Gina. Little did I know that Gina and I would be parting ways in a matter of hours. More on that when I have the strength and mental stability to wrap my head around what happened.
(No, I didn't get in a crash, calm down.)
Saturday, July 5
2001 was a hell of a year.
I finally got access to my old BME page and ca read about all the hijinx that went down in such a good period of time. Some highlights:
| *point lick* |
i had boobies in my face. i had a stripper bite my nipple. they whispered sweet nothings into my ears and didn't charge me. the crowd cheered for more. whoa. what has happened to me? i am now officially happy with my social life. *squirts lotion into some doods anal crevice* if you ever go to Smyle's, make sure to tell them its your birthday. youre in for a real treat.
| fun with lotion and tattoos and stuff. |
| im to blame. didnt want change. things cant stay the same way. |
key ingredients for a fun evening include:
going to kabuki and getting wayne the hibachi chef to prepare our dinner for us again.
watching all my friends including myself getting a little silly off the sake.
cheesecake.
trading porn among friends.
going to the movies and having some strange man sitting in front of us, farting SO horribly that nobody could breathe.
when the farting man heard us all hysterically laughing and started laughing as well.
getting home before this horrendous storm started.
remembering that i cleaned my room and actually hanging up my jacket as opposed to throwing it on the floor for my dog to sleep on.
and that, my friends, is why i am single. *grin*
| BATTLESTAR GALLACTICA GO!!! |
played a boardgame from 1978 that involved flying amazing spaceships (or cardboard decorated like spaceships) and fighting for one piece of plastic. battlestar gallactica. craziness. something new to focus on...board games. who needs tattoos? we have anti-monopoly and 221 B Baker Street. and it is rumored that there is a buck rogers game floating around as well. *grin* i dont want to go home and do dishes and laundry.
| balls. ok? |
and why are you still alive :\
| kisses and hugs are all i want. |
hung out with some friends. ate food. played games. lifted weights (well, not me.) played more games. lifted more weights. had a really really bad panic attack that i still cant figure out what triggered. forced someone to drive me home in the middle of a snowstorm. slept until 5pm.
is this what it feels like to be half dead?
oh, brian and james: i love you guys for putting up with my noise constantly. you are my life support, whether you know it or not.
| it's the limit. |
2001/02/06 08:24 yesterday could quite possibly have been the worst day in a long long time. here is a little time line so it is as appreciated as possible:
7:00am - wake up. need to be gone for work at 7:30, and someone else is in the shower. fall back asleep.
7:20am - wake up again, jump in the shower, dont bother washing hair.
7:28am - get out of shower, stumble for clothes. put on the same thing i wore to work on friday. who fucking cares? not me.
7:40am - leave for work with stepmom in car. backing down driveway, get stuck in solid ice/snowbank.
8:15am - after a half-hour struggle to get my car out of this predicament, stepmom calls a tow truck.
8:35am - tow truck came, pulled me out, handed me a bill that i still havent looked at yet. yay! we are on our way.
9:30am - arrive at work.
10:30am - receive a call from my boss in the other office-did i remember there is a meeting in a week that nobody has been notified about? did i type the minutes yet? did i do ANYTHING that i am expected to do? no. no. and...no. off to read my shorthand and type up 8 pages of meeting minutes, while avoiding looking out the window at the snowflakes that are falling.
12:30pm - order lunch. my one savior will be buffalo wings and a calzone.
1:00pm - everyone else is starting to head home from work...except me. im waiting for my lunch and frantically trying to finish typing up these board minutes so they can get mailed tuesday. lunch isnt here yet.
1:45pm - my boss went home but im still typing. wah. where THE HELL is my lunch?!? i call again and ask where it is. they say i am next up for delivery. say byebyebye to your tip, dood.
2:15pm - lunch arrives. calzone has garlic in it and buffalo wings only have sauce on one side of them. BOO to planet pizza.
3:00pm - finally the stepmother has the sense to tell me we are going home to "beat the storm"...the storm that has been beating us since 10am.
5:30pm - we have travelled 8 miles. help me.
6:45pm - the day is looking up, we are so close to home, i can almost smell my rank dog. just 2 or 3 more miles.
7:05pm - mile to go, and i get stuck on this tiny little hill. stepmom starts telling me how to drive, what i should do, i flip on her, turn the car off, leave it abandoned on the side of the road and storm off.
7:06pm - fall in the middle of the road. fight the tears. keep walking.
7:10pm - after trying for minutes to light matches that have been soaking wet since my great fall, i throw my matches (and my cigarette)into the snow and start screaming. keep moving.
7:15pm - some doods stop and offer me a ride in their big truck. "fuck off and fuck life" is my pleasant response. keep walking.
7:18pm - happy fun neighbor family is out in the snow with their dog, playing and whatnot. i dont even smile or wave. bleh. go die.
7:20pm - home. dog attacks me. "get away from me" is my reaction. sulk upstairs about my lack of cigarettes. sulk in general.
9:30pm - after letting everyone get in much of a bad mood as i have, i go to sleep.
| i hope the strobe lights dont come on! |
Monday, June 30
scowling gives you wrinkles.
Dear life,
Thanks for pulling a fast one on me again and fucking me over. No really, I mean it. I appreciate that you are keeping me on my toes. You fucker.
Sincerely,
me.
No idea where I will be living in September. Excuse me while I blow my fucking brains out as the only stable thing I had in my life has now disintegrated without me knowing.
Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.
Thanks for pulling a fast one on me again and fucking me over. No really, I mean it. I appreciate that you are keeping me on my toes. You fucker.
Sincerely,
me.
No idea where I will be living in September. Excuse me while I blow my fucking brains out as the only stable thing I had in my life has now disintegrated without me knowing.
Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.
Sunday, June 29
I'm weird.
Things brought to my attention in recent days by other people:
-I know too much about sports
-I know WAY too much about comic books
-I am in fact a crazy cat lady
-I get crazy over-analyzing stupid minor facts and don't pay attention to big pictures
-I'm a creep
-I get tattooed a lot, perhaps too often
-I know too much about sports
-I know WAY too much about comic books
-I am in fact a crazy cat lady
-I get crazy over-analyzing stupid minor facts and don't pay attention to big pictures
-I'm a creep
-I get tattooed a lot, perhaps too often
Saturday, June 28
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.
(don't ask, it's just what I'm listening to. Not all subject lines can be witty.)
I realized I didn't post any of photos from my weekend. The answer is simple - I use my phone, and I only take photos when they are really funny or relevant. So here you go:
1. My new work on my arm/elbow. Thanks LL Cool G.
2. Me being sad to leave my big comfy bed. I mean, I was REALLY sad. I delayed check-out by an hour just to lay there a little more and eat my toast in peace. I will miss you, large squishy bed with white sheets that I got ink marks all over. We will meet again someday, perhaps...
3. Has anyone seen these??? I saw them at a 7-11 in Massapequa and just HAD to buy them. I will soon trick one of my roommates to eat them. Crabby patties...crabby chips....what's next, crabby soda? Blecch.
4. This is what the Melville Dunkin Donuts considers an iced coffee extra light, extra sweet. You fail, Melville DD. I should report you to the Better Business Bureau, as you are disgracing the name of Dunkin Donuts everywhere. What a shame. At least I didn't have to pay for it, but I didn't want them to even attempt a second time.
5. My milk and sugar on the rocks, next to a REAL iced coffee extra light extra sweet. After that first abomination, I decided to wait until I crossed the CT border to take another chance. Thank you, Paul Newman! I hope you donate the profits from my coffee purchase to charity. Nothing but love for that guy.
I failed to photograph my cornucopia of room service food.
-a cobb salad (lettuce, hard boiled egg, tomato, chicken, bacon, avocado, crumbled bleu cheese) served to me completely disassembled. A little frustrating but good at the same time so I could pull the tomatoes off with one swift move. This came with fries. Odd.
-Open-face sammich. Turkey, swiss, bacon, avocado and lettuce. It had some sort of dressing on it too, but it was easily scraped off. Oh and it was supposed to come with sprouts but I said "no way." This also came with fries. These fries smelled and tasted like chinese food. I had to put those in the hallway right away so I wouldn't throw up.
-eggs benedict. My ultimate breakfast. A poached egg with canadian bacon on half an english muffin, topped with hollandaise sauce. Yummers. I also had a side of toast that I didn't think I would want until I was lying in bed (just like Brian Wilson did). I really wanted coffee at that point but I didn't trust the machine in the room OR the hotel room service coffee. Stupid Dunkin had me in a trance. Little did I know...
On top of all that delicious overpriced food, I also bought 2 large pies (one plain cheese, one white pizza), ate 2 slices and took the rest home to enjoy and not share.
I really like food.
Now it's Saturday night and feels like a Monday afternoon. I think I'll stay in bed and watch some movies while the house has its usual Saturday night excitement. I'm still really tired. Stupid driving machine.
I realized I didn't post any of photos from my weekend. The answer is simple - I use my phone, and I only take photos when they are really funny or relevant. So here you go:
1. My new work on my arm/elbow. Thanks LL Cool G.
2. Me being sad to leave my big comfy bed. I mean, I was REALLY sad. I delayed check-out by an hour just to lay there a little more and eat my toast in peace. I will miss you, large squishy bed with white sheets that I got ink marks all over. We will meet again someday, perhaps...
3. Has anyone seen these??? I saw them at a 7-11 in Massapequa and just HAD to buy them. I will soon trick one of my roommates to eat them. Crabby patties...crabby chips....what's next, crabby soda? Blecch.
4. This is what the Melville Dunkin Donuts considers an iced coffee extra light, extra sweet. You fail, Melville DD. I should report you to the Better Business Bureau, as you are disgracing the name of Dunkin Donuts everywhere. What a shame. At least I didn't have to pay for it, but I didn't want them to even attempt a second time.
5. My milk and sugar on the rocks, next to a REAL iced coffee extra light extra sweet. After that first abomination, I decided to wait until I crossed the CT border to take another chance. Thank you, Paul Newman! I hope you donate the profits from my coffee purchase to charity. Nothing but love for that guy.
I failed to photograph my cornucopia of room service food.
-a cobb salad (lettuce, hard boiled egg, tomato, chicken, bacon, avocado, crumbled bleu cheese) served to me completely disassembled. A little frustrating but good at the same time so I could pull the tomatoes off with one swift move. This came with fries. Odd.
-Open-face sammich. Turkey, swiss, bacon, avocado and lettuce. It had some sort of dressing on it too, but it was easily scraped off. Oh and it was supposed to come with sprouts but I said "no way." This also came with fries. These fries smelled and tasted like chinese food. I had to put those in the hallway right away so I wouldn't throw up.
-eggs benedict. My ultimate breakfast. A poached egg with canadian bacon on half an english muffin, topped with hollandaise sauce. Yummers. I also had a side of toast that I didn't think I would want until I was lying in bed (just like Brian Wilson did). I really wanted coffee at that point but I didn't trust the machine in the room OR the hotel room service coffee. Stupid Dunkin had me in a trance. Little did I know...
On top of all that delicious overpriced food, I also bought 2 large pies (one plain cheese, one white pizza), ate 2 slices and took the rest home to enjoy and not share.
I really like food.
Now it's Saturday night and feels like a Monday afternoon. I think I'll stay in bed and watch some movies while the house has its usual Saturday night excitement. I'm still really tired. Stupid driving machine.
home again, home again. jiggity jog.
After a 5 hour drive, I am back in the big city. I walked into the apartment to be greeted by a horrible stink. Aaaahhh trash. It's great to be home. Mmm. I fed the kids and lit some candles to get the stinky out of MY room (that's what I get for leaving the door open I suppose?) and checked my Gmail. Anyone who knows me knows that I screen all calls and emails and I assume that anything and anyone offering me a job is a scam. I HAVE had offers from "staffing agencies" to add my resume to their database and be given full access to their plethora of available positions, only to find out that I will have to PAY to do this. No dice.
So I had 3 emails I barely looked at with job positions in their subject line, and I decided to archive them after a second check. The first two were indeed junk, simply saying "thank you for submitting your resume, this is the last you will ever hear from us." But the third...it was an actual person! No robots! And they want to meet with me to discuss a job!! So I investigated the company and it's actually a really upscale store on Newbury Street, doing their books and billing. I wish I had looked at this one a little more carefully, they emailed me on Tuesday and I just replied today. Nuts. But either way they LIKED ME!
Maybe Boston will work out after all. Maybe. If I get this job, then I will be meeting my deadline of July 31 and I will be able to save and get my own non-stinky apartment.
Sigh. We can only hope, right?
HOWEVER - I refuse to tell anyone what the store is because I think I jinxed my last interview.
Now I will go take a nap and dream of a new job and wake up to eat delicious NY pizza that I smuggled home.
So I had 3 emails I barely looked at with job positions in their subject line, and I decided to archive them after a second check. The first two were indeed junk, simply saying "thank you for submitting your resume, this is the last you will ever hear from us." But the third...it was an actual person! No robots! And they want to meet with me to discuss a job!! So I investigated the company and it's actually a really upscale store on Newbury Street, doing their books and billing. I wish I had looked at this one a little more carefully, they emailed me on Tuesday and I just replied today. Nuts. But either way they LIKED ME!
Maybe Boston will work out after all. Maybe. If I get this job, then I will be meeting my deadline of July 31 and I will be able to save and get my own non-stinky apartment.
Sigh. We can only hope, right?
HOWEVER - I refuse to tell anyone what the store is because I think I jinxed my last interview.
Now I will go take a nap and dream of a new job and wake up to eat delicious NY pizza that I smuggled home.
This post is costing me $9.95
It's been a productive past few days, in a sense.
Currently I am resting in a hotel room on Long Island after a long day of sleeping late, waking up for room service, napping and then getting tattooed for 3 hours. Yesterday I drove down here after quite a few hours of delays and frustrations. Arrival at 12:30am was less than desirable, but I got to have an awesome hangout and enjoy some really good company. I think I've needed a nice neutral non-Boston environment.
I really don't want to go back home. I am growing to really truly 100% hate it there. I just found out on Wednesday that the lease has NOT been renewed. aka I am FUCKED come Sept. 1.
Also, my sternum hurts today. What the hell can a person do to make their sternum ache?
Currently I am resting in a hotel room on Long Island after a long day of sleeping late, waking up for room service, napping and then getting tattooed for 3 hours. Yesterday I drove down here after quite a few hours of delays and frustrations. Arrival at 12:30am was less than desirable, but I got to have an awesome hangout and enjoy some really good company. I think I've needed a nice neutral non-Boston environment.
I really don't want to go back home. I am growing to really truly 100% hate it there. I just found out on Wednesday that the lease has NOT been renewed. aka I am FUCKED come Sept. 1.
Also, my sternum hurts today. What the hell can a person do to make their sternum ache?
Thursday, June 26
birth is pain.
I have never been more miserable than right now.
Soap in my peehole.
Fuckity fuck ow.
I need to be in a car driving right now, not sitting here pounding liquids so I can flush this out.
Wah.
Soap in my peehole.
Fuckity fuck ow.
I need to be in a car driving right now, not sitting here pounding liquids so I can flush this out.
Wah.
Sleep is for the weak.
Can't sleep again.
Big day.
Big weekend.
Big gulp?
If all goes as planned, within 12 hours I will be 3 states away and not thinking about stupid bullshit, just enjoying naps and movies and food and more naps.
Things to do (mainly as a reminder to myself):
-wake up by 10am
-eat breffix
-get an oil change
-shower
-check weather to decide on hair/clothes/etc
-pack for 2 days (don't forget a swimsuit!)
-feed the cats and remind Josh to feed them again Saturday AM
-see if my partner in crime is going to be able to come along
-be on the road by 1pm
Big day.
Big weekend.
Big gulp?
If all goes as planned, within 12 hours I will be 3 states away and not thinking about stupid bullshit, just enjoying naps and movies and food and more naps.
Things to do (mainly as a reminder to myself):
-wake up by 10am
-eat breffix
-get an oil change
-shower
-check weather to decide on hair/clothes/etc
-pack for 2 days (don't forget a swimsuit!)
-feed the cats and remind Josh to feed them again Saturday AM
-see if my partner in crime is going to be able to come along
-be on the road by 1pm
Tuesday, June 24
Cartoons, not just for breakfast.
If I were to have "relations" with a cartoon character, I would narrow it down to these guys. Guidelines -
1: lanky nerds with crowns:
2. men in full costume with a smarmy personality:
3. regular guys that just plain make me laugh.
1: lanky nerds with crowns:
2. men in full costume with a smarmy personality:
3. regular guys that just plain make me laugh.
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