Dude, I'm hurtin'. Tired. Want. To. Go. To. Bed. Wondering if I should risk taking a nap or if I wouldn't be able to get back up. Shit, I should have the art of all-nighters down to a science by now. Took my Wellbutrin, B-vitamins and drank a bunch of Pepsi in an effort to jack myself up. Why the fuck do I have insomnia on nights that I don't need to stay awake?
3:32 AM
I did go to bed and feel better now. Whew. You know that I forgot what day it is and totally missed my sociology class? A classmate called me and was like, "Are you going to class on Thursday?" I replied a little shittily, "Yeah." I didn't know what the hell she was talking about. And then I was like, "OMIGAWD!" I swear, I'm such a spazz, I do the most weirded-out things. I was partly concerned about my painting and partly climb-the-walls horny. Ai chihuahua.
5:32 AM
My rose painting turned out okay, considering it was my first ever. I've always been intimidated by roses in the past.
Listening to 80's MP3's. Prince's "Erotic City" ("You're a sinner, I don't care. I just want your creamy thighs") and the MaryJane Girls' "In My House." Weren't they Prince's protégés? Remember them, dancing around in their underwear? Although I don't have this song, I've heard Billy Squire's "Stroke It" on the radio a lot lately. The words actually made me blush, and I used to not blink an eye. Oh, remember Sheena Easton's "Sugar Walls"? Another Prince project, I think. Funny how our culture has gotten more sexually cautious [run and hide, everybody! it's Janet Jackson's nipple!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeee! Disaster, catastrophe!]. I kinda miss the old gleeful, over-the-top abandon.
2:25 PM
Just got up from a nap; I'm expecting Mike to call.
Hopefully the second half of my day will be better than my first. I turned my paintings in to the watercolor professor this morning and let him know, without whining or excuses, that I didn't do that one assignment, the interior. Gawd he looked pissed. Why would he care whether I did it or not? I'm the one who has to suffer the consequences. Hopefully I won't get lower than a C in the course. Watch the interior composition be worth 50% of the grade or something. :-p I know, I'm a slacker, I'm a dawg, what can I say.
Then, I realized this morning that I forgot to pay my motherfucking rent. FUCK that pisses me off. So I go to the rental office, checkbook in hand, to ask what the late fee is and, underneath, kinda hoping that they'd cut me some slack. Well, not only did they cut me no slack whatsoever, they wouldn't accept my check; I have to get a motherfucking money order. It's not like I bounced a check or something. This is so totally arbitrary and unnecessary. Plus the late fee for one fucking day is fifty bucks. And this new manager is a total bitch. I said thanks, and then as I walked off I said, "thanks for *nothing*." I'm sure they heard me. That was a passive-aggressive thing to do and probably not mature, but fuckit. So, I have to go to the post office for some money orders (because I think that I'll need to get two to cover the total cost) before they close. I'm dropping the payment in the drop box because I don't want to have to deal with that ho. Why can't the property owners hire decent managers?! I might look to move after all; you can bet that such a cunt wouldn't cut me a sweet deal on the rent. Ooh, and ouch, if she finds out I have these cats she'll have me over a barrel.
You know, I HATE HATE HATE fuckheads who have any authority over me. Not real, respectable authority, like a judge or a professor or something, but perceived authority, like apartment managers, for example. Small, petty, inexpert jerks who relish and gloat in their "power" over others.
I hope Mike's hungry, maybe we can get some Chinese. I need to be careful not be be cranky around him. *sigh* So thank you for letting me spill my bile here.
But ... he hasn't called yet ... and I can't remember, did he say he'd call me today or tomorrow afternoon? Crap. Well, whatever, I'm not calling him; I'll rely on him to call me when he said he would.
Remember that Checkmate Kit doll I was talking about? Well, it always struck me that her face was laterally compressed, like a fish's. Really couldn't stand that pinched, pointed look to her. So, I boiled some water, poured it over her face to soften the vinyl, and then I smooshed her forehead in and held it until the vinyl cooled. Voila! Now I've got me a pretty doll with a sweet face that much more resembles the prototypes. Cool! I think I'll keep her.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 12:23 AM
1 Comments:
Sounds to me like you have too much caffeine going through your veins. How much soda and coffee do you drink? I used to have insomnia really bad and switching to water and weaning myself from most caffeine really helped me.
I love 80s tunes! Rock on guuurl!
Janet Jackson... did you ever see Troy's Top Ten Celebrity Nipple Slips? Here's a link just in case you haven't. (7th one down)
http://www.zipperfish.com/ztoons/ztoons.html
The site has lots of other funny stuff too. Not safe for work!
I'm glad your paintings are almost done and hope you get a good grade!
I thought the doll was a voodoo doll of the manager bitch. Damn!
Good night!
Lois Lane
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