I worked by myself tonight -- which meant I got to prance around without a flaming red apron on, listening to The Queen is Dead at full volume. I also got to flick people off for pounding on the locked store door. I was like "Can't you read the fucking sign? What part of CLOSED don't you understand?!" One guy was running around the parking lot holding his crotch saying that he had to use the bathroom. I was like "Dude, we don't even have a public restroom when we're OPEN. Go home." Ah...hating and hating and hating people more and more and more...every single day...
So, Matt's taking me skiing in about a week and 1/2. We're going for two days. I've never skiied before, so I'm sure my ass is going to be rolling all over the place, but frankly, I wouldn't have it any other way. We're staying in the lodge, drinking the nights away, and oh yeah, NOT HAVING SEX. Or kissing! Or heavy petting! Nothing. Matty is just a good good friend of mine. Not that it would matter one way or the other. I made my situational/conditional vow of celibacy, and I'm sticking to it. But it is going to be fun!
I've never had ANYONE besides my parents really take me anywhere, well for more than a day. 
Strong strong desire to fingerpaint. Color me happy.
Raquel got another cat -- without asking permission. I would have been ticked if the little fucker wasn't so cute. She's black, and probably about 4 or 5 lbs. So, now, we've got 4 fucking felines, a tarantula (I want to kill it), and 3 people living in this tiny two bedroom apt. Thankfully, we're moving into a house in August with some friends. I cannot stand living in what we refer to as the "Cradle of Filth" anymore. No no no. It boggles my mind that I am the cleanest person here -- ME -- and anyone who knows me knows that that cannot be a good sign. Not at all.
Most things are well -- some are pretend-well. Some are real-well. And some are not well at all. Back to that dirty bathtub thing...
So, Matt's taking me skiing in about a week and 1/2. We're going for two days. I've never skiied before, so I'm sure my ass is going to be rolling all over the place, but frankly, I wouldn't have it any other way. We're staying in the lodge, drinking the nights away, and oh yeah, NOT HAVING SEX. Or kissing! Or heavy petting! Nothing. Matty is just a good good friend of mine. Not that it would matter one way or the other. I made my situational/conditional vow of celibacy, and I'm sticking to it. But it is going to be fun!
I've never had ANYONE besides my parents really take me anywhere, well for more than a day.
Strong strong desire to fingerpaint. Color me happy.
Raquel got another cat -- without asking permission. I would have been ticked if the little fucker wasn't so cute. She's black, and probably about 4 or 5 lbs. So, now, we've got 4 fucking felines, a tarantula (I want to kill it), and 3 people living in this tiny two bedroom apt. Thankfully, we're moving into a house in August with some friends. I cannot stand living in what we refer to as the "Cradle of Filth" anymore. No no no. It boggles my mind that I am the cleanest person here -- ME -- and anyone who knows me knows that that cannot be a good sign. Not at all.
Most things are well -- some are pretend-well. Some are real-well. And some are not well at all. Back to that dirty bathtub thing...
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hobocop:
have you tried cleaning the dirty bathtub?
tracyramone:
i had to clean my dirty tub yesterday - being away for 2 weeks the man didnt do much of nothing!