December 2011
“It is easier to live through someone else than to become complete yourself.”
– Betty Friedan (via girlwithoutwings)
Funeral Cake.
Had the weirdest dream last night.
“I’d be safe and warm if I was in LA…”
Working tomorrow. On detail, except I don’t get a schmancy polo shirt. But I do get overtime.
And breakfast.
Tro-Lo-Lo.
So busy at work today, it’s insane.
I’m stuck at the receptionist’s desk until 3:3O instead of 3, so I grabbed a smoke at 2:15 to tide me over. Literally, I have a box of things to do. A box. Full of paperwork.
Anyway. Last night.
Keith and I had been talking about getting tattoos for quite some time. Yesterday, I got the bug and decided to call the parlor and make an...
Had nourishment so I no longer want to jump off a bridge.
Rager of a headache, something fierce.
Hel-lo bourbon, this evening.
“I’m on call to be there, one and all. To be there when I fall to pieces....”
“Because you see, George, having the keys to Jerry’s apartment? That kept me in a fantasy world. Every time I went over to his house, it was like I was on vacation. Better food, better view, better TV. And cleaner? Oh - much cleaner. That became my reality.
I ignored the squalor in my own life because I’m looking at life, you see, through...
“i walked on tiptoe, sent darkness swirling over all the kitchen in the early...”
Finally got coffee brewed.
Oddly, I feel most rested today. The last few nights have gone something like this:
• NyQuil
• Seinfeld
• Crossword puzzle
• Jeopardy
• Sleep
I think I may be caught up…
Distracted this morning.
Brewed an entire pot of coffee without putting the coffee in the pot.
Dear You,
There’s a lot that I would say if I could. That said, part of me thinks that if I had the opportunity, I would say very little. It’s hard to tell and it’s really of no consequence at this point, anyway.
I was angry at you for a period of time. That the selfishness and thoughtlessness of your actions left me dismayed and empty.
Time has passed, though. I am no...
Another busy day, but this one will be better… Already, it’s going exceptionally well.
And it’ll haunt you, my honeybee…
“While you were sleeping, the time changed. All your things were...”
Nagging, splitting headache. :(
Running the service department all by myself today. Omggggg so busy.
Dear Lady at Kroger,
Stop being a bitch & sell me my bottle of cherry NyQuil. I guarantee you I won’t make meth with it, asshole.
Annoyed and sick as a dog,
Me
• I wish I had the place & the money to fill my house with Jonathan Adler’s design.
• I have shit to do but, eh, I want a nap.
We will have a little house. With a washer and dryer that is ours, a decent TV and a coordinated bathroom. …with new, fluffy towels.
We will have a kitchen we can use and know is ours, alone. With a sponge, matching dishes and cooking utensils. A stocked fridge and pantry, out of which we will cook every night.
It will smell nice and like home.
I promise myself this.
Monday.
Brie cheese and crackers for breakfast.
In lounge pants & slippers until 9 AM.
I’ve lost my hairbrush since we returned from vacation. I’ve also lost my tweezers.
Lavender candles and a brand new Scrabble set for Christmas. Changing the “scentscape” of the studio apartment from pecan to floral.
Set a date for a new tattoo. Now? If I can make the financial...
Went Christmas shopping last night. Very pleased with what we found.
Bought a gigantic wheel of Brie cheese to bring to my parents’ house today.
May or may not have lost a cigarette in the backseat of the car. (time will tell.)
Doing laundry today. (thank god.)
Merry Christmas!
Every restaurant is closed at 3PM.
It’s 2:30 & we’re fucking starving.
/first world problems
Mission Impossible = good.
Merry Christmas!
