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What if work told you they sent your check out on Thursday? And usually you'd get that check in the mail that Friday. Same city and all. Then it doesn't come Friday. Or Saturday. You're thinking, "Holiday mail slowdown," clearly. But then it doesn't come Monday either. And Christmas cards from the suburbs and from as far away as FLORIDA postmarked Saturday are there. What would you think? Would you think work lied? Because I do. So now it is 10 days until Christmas and I haven't bought one present. No, not even yours. And my mom had to pay my phone bill and I had to call ConEd and beg for an extension and the cable/internet is going off Thursday if I can't get them $200 before then. And the Fan paid 1/2 my rent last month. This is the life, people. Oh yes. I highly recommend slaving for hours and hours for a insanely wealthy corporation for free. Especially if you hate your job. Does it get any better? I hope I get a new job soon so I can write a scathing expose. Wait for it. My living room is different, though I wish it were differenter. I've been working hard and long (just how you like it, eew) on it, but everything takes too long. I would estimate, without exagerrating (or spelling that word right, probably), that I have about 1200 videotapes in my house. It is so sick and disgusting. I really want to just throw them all out, but most aren't mine. Live alone, people. I've never done it, but I recommend it. Oh, that's not true. But it's rough to have two people with too many videos in one little house. Some pretty lady on the food channel is making brasciole. I have to say, of all the things in the world I'd love to try to make, that isn't one of them. It does not appeal to me at all. Ooh, speaking of appealing, I found a picture of Ewan from the night I met him. Lovely. Dollie and I are both sort of glad it took all these years for it to finally happen because this is maybe my very favorite of his many looks. You know, besides the eyeliner rockstar thing he did at the MTV Movie Awards last year (I think?) Man, that was deadly. Yes, so even with no paychecks and daunting home improvement projects, there are always cute boys to make everything better. Thank you, cute boys. ... say something, anything (6)
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Loving: \"Life Effect\" by Stars. My new favorite song. Hating: Not getting paid. An impending gift-free Christmas. An impending mental-hospital stint. Needing: The fucking money I earned, bitchess! Oh, my blood, it boils. they said they were friends of mine
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