2006-01-30 - 5:46 p.m.
tired and cranky today. not in the mood for other peoples' problems; not even in the mood for mine, just want to go back to bed. and sleep. or at least just be in bed. we took the risk and washed our dry-clean only blanket, and the ribbons didn't pull out or anything. so we've got our nice cozy blanket from the Patootie, and i just want to celebrate it by spending my whole day cocooned in it.
i've been trying to keep myself awake by correcting the horrible mistakes i made on my "happiness" cross stitch, but for each mistake i pull out i make another 2 by accidentally pulling out stitches i was supposed to be leaving in, things are tangled and obnoxious and it's getting me more frustrated than it seems to be worth at this point. but since i started the damned thing 3 years ago, and i have 3 or 4 more asian designs to work on for our kitchen, i figure i should finish the first one. happiness for me, will be when this cross stitch project is completed.
now i'm sure i've bored you all senseless with that inane rambling, i've practically put myself to sleep and it's my own project. 25 minutes to go, and i'll be outta here.
i've got nothing worthwhile to say today.
maybe i'll write more tomorrow.
2006-01-13 - 1:19 p.m.
feeling crappy today. sleep deprivation, caffeine or hydrocodone withdrawl, it's hard to say. i haven't taken any pain pills in a while, so i guess it could be that. i've been drinking a cup or so of coffee a day, to wake myself up in the morning because i'm so sleep deprived... maybe that's what it is. all's i want is a bowl and a nap. but i've got 5 more hours in this crazy place. maybe my good friend Lo R Tab will pay me a visit...
2006-01-12 - 5:20 p.m.
There’s nothing I can do to make her feel any better about going there; it’s an evil place, no breaks and constant harassment, both from prospective customers, and most horrifically, the management themselves. Who can live, who can work under such conditions? It’s the sort of job you have to really want to do—and no one wants to be a telemarketer. Yeah, we need the money—but as much money as we’re spending on gas to get her there, and bus fare for me—we’re barely coming out ahead, and it’s a strain to our relationship, her sanity and our poor car, Christine. So, much as we need the money, I’m ok with her quitting. I’d rather be moderately happy and broke than miserable and slightly less broke. As Chewy’s CD keeps telling me, over and over and over again because she has it on a loop, “all you need is love,” and we’ve got plenty of that.
2005-12-29 - 12:00 a.m.
It's my birthday and i’ll do what i want to. fuck you, it's my birthday.
a special holiday only for me, so do what i say, ok?!
it's my party, i’ll make you cry if i want to... or leave. fuck you, it's not your birthday, so do what i say, ok?
for 24 hours your wishing me well, 364 days i’m in hell, oh well. happy birthday to me!
alone on my birthday, i’m going to denny's 10 times today. No tip! it's my birthday, so do what i say. Thanks mom for not having an abortion, or my birthday wouldn’t be today. But i guess its my good fortune my birthday's today ok!
for 24 hours your wishing me well, 364 days i'm in hell, oh well. happy birthday to me. happy birthday to me!
spank me... spank me... spank me... spank me... spank me... spank me...
oh well! happy birthday to me. happy birthday to me!
i cant believe you forgot my birthday! its my birthday and your wrecking it. you know, its just like every other day-- you didn’t do what i say. how could you forget my birthday? that's really immature. fuck you for forgetting my birthday, you didn't do what i say today.
24 hours no wishing well, now 365 days i’m in hell, oh well. happy birthday to me. happy birthday to me! happy birthday to me!
(The Vandals, Live Fast, Diarrhea album)
