Oh Bloody Hell!
It has been a rough past while. My mind is trying to gracefully ballet dance around the broken glass of the past while.
I almost forgot, LAUNDRY. Myself and the laundry machine are FAR from friends. Normally I would just do my fucking laundry in the most normal and polite way possible. Last thursday, bright and early, I had to respond to a knock on my door. My neighbour informed me that "arr washer be possessed!" I had to wring out my big quilt to make room for everything else I was washing. It weighed about as much as I do soaking wet (ha, ha, ha, for those who think I'm miniscule, that would mean the blanket and I have the same weight in both states. ...,). So after 20 mins of standing before an open washer, wringing out this heavy and cold SOB, I turned the machine on and ran upstairs with the wet quilt. Male roomie in washroom...it was thrown into the kitchen sink (eventually it did make it to the bathtub and back down to the washer. Not the best way to start ones day though).
Skip through some boring and pointless days of my existance...Ah yes, TUESDAY! So I decided to have a few drinks that night...my male roommate decided to espand from normal shows to the ones parodied on South Park...Ghost Hunters (me thinks) and Whale Wars. Drunk me and animal cruelty= instant balling. Then mothers day...My grandmother was the trigger. Then on and on, until arachnophobia came on...I recognized EVERYTHING for a movie I saw once when I was REALLY young (ah, repression...handy tool that is).
I went running early wednesday morning (before 6:30am) which has made my calves sore...which leads to today (or what we should call thursday). Wearing heels to an important function for 8 hours...ouchie to take them off. I thought I was going to play assistant today (I'm good at that). No, I had my own assistant and had to talk to over 200 strangers. I had to lug around an expensive camera which was heavy and not mine. It was an uncomfortable and stressful day. Luckily I fucked up to keep myself from EVER having to help out in that situation again. I'm not actually going to complain as it was probably for the best. I fuck up and never learn, but NEVER have to go through that again. If I didn't I would have to actually adjust myself to this kind of situation. Technically, I'd rather never to do that again. I feel stupid though and would like to make up for it somehow...but that would require another day in Hell (seriously, I'd rather be an editor, model and ASSISTANT WITHOUT A CAMERA!!). He could easily punish me, though, by writing something for me to say to this scouting company (playing as me anyway) and sending in one of the bajillion pictures he has of me. It would be embarassing for him to admit it to me, and even worse if they contacted me. Then I have to do something infront of a crowd, sober and more professional. He said he would bug me about it and I'm glad he hasn't.
I must say though, I am quite attractive when I'm drunk or stoned and looking at myself in the mirror.
My bus is only 4ish hours away! I'm excited! I miss the people in the place I'm going. A whole lot of pretty ladies and I get to share a bed with one of them! Amazing bookstores and a large body of water for swimming! Mountains! I am so torn between homes and loved ones that if I could, I would be living somewhere in the mountains, but instead, a few people near and dear to my heart, hold me in this wretched city (it's not that bad, I'm just terribly sick of it). Grr...
Mmm...Chicken wings cooking for my tummy. It will be the only food I have until my long bus ride is over. Again, I'm a wee bit drunk and by that, I mean enough to burn myself on the oven and tell the burn mark to not be on important scars. Not "Oh shit! Ouch!" More of a "aw crap! Don't be on any of my good scars!" It's within an inch of an old girlfriends sharp-pointy object scribbling (now that it's all red).
So, I'm going to read Cracked and listen to music until I hug the pretty lady I live with and get dropped off at the bus depot. It would be entertaining if security went through my bags and I threw a vibrator in my purse, schoolie bag thingy that is almost completely attatched to my side. Oh, funny, funny for Mr.Security man! Bwahaha!!
I almost forgot, LAUNDRY. Myself and the laundry machine are FAR from friends. Normally I would just do my fucking laundry in the most normal and polite way possible. Last thursday, bright and early, I had to respond to a knock on my door. My neighbour informed me that "arr washer be possessed!" I had to wring out my big quilt to make room for everything else I was washing. It weighed about as much as I do soaking wet (ha, ha, ha, for those who think I'm miniscule, that would mean the blanket and I have the same weight in both states. ...,). So after 20 mins of standing before an open washer, wringing out this heavy and cold SOB, I turned the machine on and ran upstairs with the wet quilt. Male roomie in washroom...it was thrown into the kitchen sink (eventually it did make it to the bathtub and back down to the washer. Not the best way to start ones day though).
Skip through some boring and pointless days of my existance...Ah yes, TUESDAY! So I decided to have a few drinks that night...my male roommate decided to espand from normal shows to the ones parodied on South Park...Ghost Hunters (me thinks) and Whale Wars. Drunk me and animal cruelty= instant balling. Then mothers day...My grandmother was the trigger. Then on and on, until arachnophobia came on...I recognized EVERYTHING for a movie I saw once when I was REALLY young (ah, repression...handy tool that is).
I went running early wednesday morning (before 6:30am) which has made my calves sore...which leads to today (or what we should call thursday). Wearing heels to an important function for 8 hours...ouchie to take them off. I thought I was going to play assistant today (I'm good at that). No, I had my own assistant and had to talk to over 200 strangers. I had to lug around an expensive camera which was heavy and not mine. It was an uncomfortable and stressful day. Luckily I fucked up to keep myself from EVER having to help out in that situation again. I'm not actually going to complain as it was probably for the best. I fuck up and never learn, but NEVER have to go through that again. If I didn't I would have to actually adjust myself to this kind of situation. Technically, I'd rather never to do that again. I feel stupid though and would like to make up for it somehow...but that would require another day in Hell (seriously, I'd rather be an editor, model and ASSISTANT WITHOUT A CAMERA!!). He could easily punish me, though, by writing something for me to say to this scouting company (playing as me anyway) and sending in one of the bajillion pictures he has of me. It would be embarassing for him to admit it to me, and even worse if they contacted me. Then I have to do something infront of a crowd, sober and more professional. He said he would bug me about it and I'm glad he hasn't.
I must say though, I am quite attractive when I'm drunk or stoned and looking at myself in the mirror.
My bus is only 4ish hours away! I'm excited! I miss the people in the place I'm going. A whole lot of pretty ladies and I get to share a bed with one of them! Amazing bookstores and a large body of water for swimming! Mountains! I am so torn between homes and loved ones that if I could, I would be living somewhere in the mountains, but instead, a few people near and dear to my heart, hold me in this wretched city (it's not that bad, I'm just terribly sick of it). Grr...
Mmm...Chicken wings cooking for my tummy. It will be the only food I have until my long bus ride is over. Again, I'm a wee bit drunk and by that, I mean enough to burn myself on the oven and tell the burn mark to not be on important scars. Not "Oh shit! Ouch!" More of a "aw crap! Don't be on any of my good scars!" It's within an inch of an old girlfriends sharp-pointy object scribbling (now that it's all red).
So, I'm going to read Cracked and listen to music until I hug the pretty lady I live with and get dropped off at the bus depot. It would be entertaining if security went through my bags and I threw a vibrator in my purse, schoolie bag thingy that is almost completely attatched to my side. Oh, funny, funny for Mr.Security man! Bwahaha!!
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