| blah, so I lost my freakin' password |
[May. 5th, 2004|01:52 am] |
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| |  weird | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Slave to Love by Bryan Ferry (Yeah! What of it?) | ] |
Okay... so I lost my password... so sue me.
Anyway... I could kill Drew today for making me be the bearer of bad news at work. It's starting to suck so bad that I'm risking complete and total humiliation by sending my stupid book out.
Now is that desperation or what, folks?
Talking to some new boy on Lavalife... he looks too familiar somehow and it starting to nag at me like a burr on my skirt.
Also... have attracted another god damn Canadian. What is it with me and freaking canadians lately? I must smell like snow and moose shit.
I went to some website where they find your perfect place to live and my birthplace was the fourth one on the list. I guess I've come full circle. I don't know how Naples and San Francisco can even be breathed in the same sentence, yet there it was... Frisco first and Naples fourth.
Whatev.
Gonna see Nikki in about 5 weeks... she's a little disappointed it's not sooner, but I told her I'd be there the moment I shit gold.
I think she might call and check on that daily.
I'm out... maybe I'll update tomorrow. |
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| I'm a psycho-hose beast. |
[Apr. 26th, 2004|12:39 pm] |
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Okay. So.
Kevin went out with "people" last night... girls included. And he didn't want to tell me because I'd turn into a freak. Which I did.
I don't know why I just can't handle this. I'm supposed to be Queen of his world... and dallying with the help isn't included. I hate not being able to have any say in what he does and this inherently is the problem.
I apparently have control issues.
Hey. At least, I know. Y'know?
I don't think I can deal with this right now.
I just want to bury my head in the sand and pretend I'm the most important person to him.
Unfortunately for me, I *am* the most important person to him and this is just how he shows it. Which is also an issue. Because no matter what I do, no matter what I say, he'll never act the way I want him to and I just need to sit back and deal with that.
If he won't be who I want him to be, then why do I want him anyway? That's ridiculous. I should just find someone who doesn't need changin'. Don't you love how I psycho-analyze myself? Who needs Shosh or Bernice, eh?
I watched Deadwood this morning and keep thinkin' to myself... that town needs an undertaker. If I could go back in time, I'd make a killing as Deadwood's undertaker.
As Nikki pointed out on my last entry... my cat is turning into Freddy Krueger. He won't stop trying to scratch his face off and it's all bald, puss-ey and gross. My poor kitty. He's got worse problems than me.
If I had 3 wishes... I wish I could be immortal, understand and speak any language I hear, and be sent back to whatever time period I chose. Then leave me alone to watch history go by. I, of course, would start around the time of the invention of fire. |
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| what the hell |
[Apr. 25th, 2004|02:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bitchy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nickelback - Someday | ] |
Okay...
so my sister has this online journal thingy. so, I thought maybe I should, too... because there's plenty of downtime in my world. Being single and set in my bizarre little way... god. I need a life.
So, I was thinking I should really sell my freakin' book. It's doing me absolutely no good sitting on my desk and I'm running out of friends to entertain with it.
Let alone I haven't heard a peep outta my sister about it... so it apparently snoozed her to death.
Great.
Whatev. |
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