Ummm ....
I'm getting married.

That is all.

What makes up the worst week ever?

Add one healthy dose of slap in the face
Insert rather large decrease in salary
Smear with Kerry losing the election
Put in one pinch of sick boyfriend on fifth anniversary
Add to that Undone loses her voice on said anniversary
Make period late

I approached two people about making my life better; about alleviating some of the mental stress I have each day; about giving myself more time to be myself; about gaining my life back; about having money.

Today, my request was answered with a slap in the face and more indentured servitude. I will fight it. I will fight it to the teeth. And I am not afraid to put in my two weeks, and leave.

My favorite coffee shop is hiring, after all.

Dear Boss,
I do not want to go to work tomorrow morning. I left my friend's halloween party at midnight so that I could go to bed early and really get an extra hour of sleep, but instead I stayed up and watched the 100 Scariest Movie Moments.
Now, dear Boss, I own Psycho; I own Jaws; I own Dead Alive; I own The Thing; I own a lot of these movies that were shown on the show, and tons of movies that weren't. You know what? I want to stay up all night and watch creepy movies and read creepy books and not go to work tomorrow, but hole myself up in my house with a baseball bat and clobber anyone who comes to the door.
Love,
Undone

My election lead up mix, selections of which you can find on iTunes. It's called Politika.

- The Imperial March (John Williams)
- An Open Letter to NYC (Beastie Boys)
- California Uber Alles (Dead Kennedys)
- Thousands Are Sailing (The Pogues)
- To the Teeth (Ani DiFranco)
- Crosseyed and Painless (Talking Heads)
- London Calling (The Clash)
- Jet Fighter (Butthole Surfers)
- Fitter Happier (Radiohead)
- Electioneering (Radiohead)
- The Remainder (Sleater Kinney)
- Peace Attack (Sonic Youth)
- Revolution Rock (The Clash)
- Self Evident (Ani DiFranco)
- Hello Birmingham (Ani DiFranco)
- Holiday In Cambodia (Dead Kennedys)
- Leaders and Followers (Bad Religion)
- Redemption Song (Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros)
- Radio, Radio (Elvis Costello)
- Coming Up (Ani DiFranco)
- New Kicks (Le Tigre)

Getting relationship advice from my best friend's girlfriend is like going to an elephant for your gynecological exam.

The last entry was dumb dumb dumb. It was "oh woe is me" and "pay attention to me" and "wah wah wah my pussy hurts."
So, instead, here are some pictures :::


I find your lack of Diet Coke Lime disturbing.


My bookcase is less a bookcase and more a "place upon which several Imperial Era Legos reside."


It's an action figure, not a doll!!!!


This is where I spend my Friday and Saturday evenings.


Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine!!!!

So, you know how my car got into an amazing accident back in June when I was up at the village of my Alma Mater for a wedding? My boyfriend got away with a scratch? Remember?

Okay, it took exactly 90 days to get my car back from the shop in Mount Vernon where the Insurance Company said it had to be fixed. (Now, I live about an hour and a half drive from Mount Vernon, so it was more than a little bit inconvenient) 90 friggin' days. Also, in total, there was $10,783 of damage done to it. Let's forget that the car is worth about $12,000 in trade, so almost the entire value of the car was put back into it. ALSO! The Insurance Company said they would total the car if the car's repairs cost them $10,000.

Okay now. With over $10,000 in damage to the car, and the 90 day wait, AND the $700 I had to shell out for the rental car, I was a little bit more than pissed to find out that :::
1) The back driver's side door is not flush with the car.
2) The locks on the driver's side doors are wonky.
3) The car rattles and creaks like a motherfucker.
4) The back right set of lights is completely out.
5) The driver's side floor has been soaking wet for a week, underneath the snap-in floormats.

Fun, right? So, I am going to call my insurance company, because, frankly, I can live with 1-3, and 4 will be fine to fix, but the driver's side floor of the car being so soaked that I have to wipe my dripping hand off once checking it? Yeah, that's a problem.

Also, I have one day off a week, so it's a bit difficult to drive up to Mount Vernon on that one day off and wait for them to fix it. ALSO! I don't know if I can afford to get my car fixed right now. It's not covered under my 5-year Volkswagen warranty (which runs out in August of 2006 - yeah, this was a new car), and I don't know what the Insurance Company and the body shop are going to say about this.

The other thing that pisses me off is that I have been working my butt off at the station doing events and such to make $650 towards my next tattoo, and now it looks like it's going towards the car. Fun stuff, eh?

Fuckers.

This was brought up in one of the groups I'm in, and I thought it was a brilliant idea. Since journals are all masturbatory ego strokes anyway (aside from maybe that of Legionnaire), I figure "Why Not?"

+++

Today I:
- Looked at four houses in a not so nice area of town and fell in love with one whose celings went to heaven.
- Wrote a three page diatribe to the FCC about my place of business' localization initiative.
- Wished I was playing roleplaying games all day long.
- Had someone Force gripping my brain on the drive home from looking at houses.
- Did not see the preview of my sister's movie.
- Did not get any knitting done.
- Dressed like the Joker, because I can.
- Found an album I thought I'd lost. Where was it? Right where it belonged, between Angels of Light and Apples In Stereo.
- Was late to work.
- Had better ideas on what to write here while I was doing the dishes. This happens often. Most of my best thinking comes while doing dishes. I could be one of those dishwasher savants they always have in movies! Like Silent Bob, but the dishwasher in a restaurant! Everything I say is a golden nugget of wisdom, and everyone wants to be my friend but they're afraid of me because I am the crazy dishwasher lady who never takes a day off! And then Prince Charming comes off and whisks me away to never-never land which is filled with sinks and dishes to be done all day long. Dude, that would be Hell.

+++

I sometimes think my life would be better if:
- I was six feet tall.
- I could actually be mistaken for being thin.
- I had smaller feet and then could rival Imelda Marcos in my shoe consumption.
- I had a dog.
- I were married.

If you don't know, I am queen nerd. Not only do I have tattoos of comic books; spend most of my time walking around my neighborhood, researching music, playing role playing games (yes, games, plural), hanging out at the library, and looking forward to post office visits; have a hobby of knitting; enjoy watching bad movies on Sci-Fi; regularly replace the world "fuck" with the word "frell;" and mainly have conversations about religion, Yoga, diet, or psychology.

I also had many crushes on comic book, cartoon, and fictional characters. I crane my neck at women while walking or driving, mainly to check out their outfit and to see if I can mimic it. Although I do look at porn, I would rather be building Legos. My house is filled with Legos, fine art, books all over every surface, gourds, CDs, video games, role playing game books & supplies, posters of bands & Soviet propaganda, and plants.

I am covered in moles. I don't tan, I burn. I laugh at my own very very bad jokes. Coffee is my weapon of choice. I still think that in order to be cool, you have to be a smoker. I am strong in my belief of "The Endless Battle of Who Vs Whom," "The Plight of the Apostrophe," "The Sexification of Physics," "The Cybernetic 'Anatomy' that Will Change the World," and "The Society for the Eradication of Internet Speak."

I was a language major after all.