good. the people upstairs from me apparently just finished fucking. they're loud and i'm jealous.
it's been a rough couple of days!
so let's see...i worked all weekend, tried to post a video of the burlesque show i worked at (operation timed out...fuck you computer). i don't have the latest version of quicktime, so i can't post the video i shot of myself.
which isn't necessarily a bad thing, as i seem to have this rapidly spreading rash that first developed at the hostel in london- it's visible in the video too. goes from behind my ear to my upper thigh. that's what i get for using the same towel for a week. thank you, generator hostel! oh and p.s yr cleaning staff were a bunch of rude douche bags, no matter how polite i was to them.
so yeah, rashes are gross. i tried soaking it w vinegar, didn't work. i'm trying one of those athletes foot creams right now, if it doesn't work i'm going to have to take time off to go to the doctor.
which means i will have to use my birthday holiday pay or a vacation day, as i'm all out of sick and personal days.
and my boss will get pissy if i take time off, cause we're in mandatory overtime right now for little mermaid. she's great. she sits all day on her ass and talks to us about what we're working on- going into minute detail for each step of the project like we don't know what we're doing. then she writes some notes, shuffles a few things around on hangers, then sits down and takes a newspaper break. THEN, she files her nails and tells us what we're going to be working on for the rest of the day, also in minute detail. takes some more notes. goes to the bathroom. chases down the owner of the company and chews her ear off about every step of the project. fills out her timecard. then asks us if we have enough to do, and goes back to the newspaper.
last night i fell out of the kitchen window and accidentally hung up on katerina in the process. that's what i get for talking on the phone while sitting on the fire escape for a smoke! luckily i landed ass-first, lots of padding to break the fall. i didn't hit my head on the iron radiator, and i also managed to miss the kitchen table and chair. (the spot i landed in is about 2 foot square- i somehow managed to fold my body in such a way that i only have 1 bruise on me. once in a while i have good luck!)
oh and it's 730 and i've only been home for 15 minutes.
GOOD TIMES!
the guys at the liquor store around the corner now know me by name, and know what i want to drink before i even ask for it. is that a sign that i have to lay off the p.b.r? i mean, apparently i'm the only person in town who drinks it, and i go in at least twice a week for a 12 pack. i walked in tonight on the way home and said, "aah, i've been dreaming about this all day!" the guy was really amused.
*sigh*
guess i should go cook for my dear gonzo, who also had a shitty day.
i don't feel like fucking cooking.
i want chinese takeout and oral sex and a good movie.
but that's life, isn't it? aren't we all just looking for fried rice and head?
tell me something good...
xoxo
-z
it's been a rough couple of days!
so let's see...i worked all weekend, tried to post a video of the burlesque show i worked at (operation timed out...fuck you computer). i don't have the latest version of quicktime, so i can't post the video i shot of myself.
which isn't necessarily a bad thing, as i seem to have this rapidly spreading rash that first developed at the hostel in london- it's visible in the video too. goes from behind my ear to my upper thigh. that's what i get for using the same towel for a week. thank you, generator hostel! oh and p.s yr cleaning staff were a bunch of rude douche bags, no matter how polite i was to them.
so yeah, rashes are gross. i tried soaking it w vinegar, didn't work. i'm trying one of those athletes foot creams right now, if it doesn't work i'm going to have to take time off to go to the doctor.
which means i will have to use my birthday holiday pay or a vacation day, as i'm all out of sick and personal days.
and my boss will get pissy if i take time off, cause we're in mandatory overtime right now for little mermaid. she's great. she sits all day on her ass and talks to us about what we're working on- going into minute detail for each step of the project like we don't know what we're doing. then she writes some notes, shuffles a few things around on hangers, then sits down and takes a newspaper break. THEN, she files her nails and tells us what we're going to be working on for the rest of the day, also in minute detail. takes some more notes. goes to the bathroom. chases down the owner of the company and chews her ear off about every step of the project. fills out her timecard. then asks us if we have enough to do, and goes back to the newspaper.
last night i fell out of the kitchen window and accidentally hung up on katerina in the process. that's what i get for talking on the phone while sitting on the fire escape for a smoke! luckily i landed ass-first, lots of padding to break the fall. i didn't hit my head on the iron radiator, and i also managed to miss the kitchen table and chair. (the spot i landed in is about 2 foot square- i somehow managed to fold my body in such a way that i only have 1 bruise on me. once in a while i have good luck!)
oh and it's 730 and i've only been home for 15 minutes.
GOOD TIMES!
the guys at the liquor store around the corner now know me by name, and know what i want to drink before i even ask for it. is that a sign that i have to lay off the p.b.r? i mean, apparently i'm the only person in town who drinks it, and i go in at least twice a week for a 12 pack. i walked in tonight on the way home and said, "aah, i've been dreaming about this all day!" the guy was really amused.
*sigh*
guess i should go cook for my dear gonzo, who also had a shitty day.
i don't feel like fucking cooking.
i want chinese takeout and oral sex and a good movie.
but that's life, isn't it? aren't we all just looking for fried rice and head?
tell me something good...
xoxo
-z
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but its all perfectly fine, even if they do decide to fire me tomorrow bc tomorrow is pay day and........
lI GOT THE SALON JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i was gonna call u and tell u but i dont have a cell phone, and i also realized that its 2 oclock in the morning n ur probably in a come right now (like normal, sober people lol).
i start this saturday at 8 am...fuckin awesome!
i dont know what the pay is going to be like or what time im going to be getting out of work, but were going to fuckin hang and celebrate, dammit!!! im so fuckin excited. the chic that owns the salon said that i was just what she was looking for. someone young, who is going to be into the funkier stuff that she wants to start trying (bc she wants to attract a younger clientel (i cant even try to spell that word right now, but u know what i mean). she also wants someone who is new to the industry that wants to learn from her...i think she is going to try to become a teacher at a beauty school n is trying to get some experience teaching younger people how to do hair n all of that fun stuff...so yay for me havg connections and hitting them up at the perfect times lol! oh, and as of right now, im only gonna be working every saturday from 8 am - ??? so yeah, no CRAZY late friday nights for me for a while but hey, im growing up and realizing that sometimes u have to sacrifice your social life for what u really want in the long run. and ur a big part of my being an adult lately (and here i go getting all sentimental again...good thing im not on a certain other substace...this comment would be even longer, if thats possible), anyway, im gonna take tomorrow off to look for another job so that im not just working 1 day a week. i think im gonna find something part time though, to start off with i mean. obviously if its a job i like to do, ill totally be on for full time but i CANNOT work 5 days in a row at a job i hate anymore, and then have to work saturdays at 8 am. no way in hell dude. anyway...thats everything i was gonna call u n tell u tonight, except for the shit with tom, but this isnt exactly the appropriate place for me to discuss that
(oh, and p.s. - wish me luck bc i have to meet with the ppl in the financial aid departments n the admissions department tomorrow at Parisian! *fingers crossed for being eligible for financial aid n a big fat loan*)
anyway, back to the original reason i posted this comment, b4 i got mega carried away bc im sitting in my room alone, wired as all hell n trying to not crash for as long as possible lol, i would looooove some fuckin head right now. and tom is gonna owe me head/sex/whatever i want for the rest of our lives together after what he put me through last night (yes, i found out some more bullshit last night). so yeah, at your bday party (bc if i dont cave in tomorrow, thats probably the next time hes gonna get ANYTHING having to do with sex from me), im gonna destroy that fuckin futon once n for all lol, i mean, i am the person who sleeps the most anyway
ok man...im really gonna go this time. ill hit u up tomorrow n u can tell me how u only could read half of this comment b4 u got annoyed n bored
Glad you didn't hurt yourself in the fall. You picked the best picture for your new avatar.