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I am so bogged and stressed right now, it isn't fucking funny. I'm this close to just shitting bananas already.
I'm probably trying to juggle too many fucking things right now. School shit due Monday afternoon. My "third" deal with the devil's gonna be due Tuesday morning but I need to do the work for it on Monday morning. I work Monday night. Ball And Chain is pouting cause I'm trying to get outta this thing on Sunday night so I'm thinking, maybe, just maybe, I can swing the thing on Sunday night which would mean that I'd be working like a motherfucker on Saturday and Sunday day.
And would someone please pay my fucking bills for me? I haven't even bought those new stamps yet. I know it don't cost 32 cents anymore. Shit, how much does it cost now anyway?!
STAMPS!!!
I could have managed to get a lot done today if it wasn't for The Good Mother getting yet another fucking panic attack so that basically killed my afternoon.
My pager battery died. And of course, the entire planet's been going bananas at me cause it's the one small period of time they all decided to page me.
I had to meet someone (the third deal with the devil) at a coffeehouse. A coffeehouse!!! Is this what's become of my life?
You know those idiots we hated in high school? Student council president, blah blah blah? I've seen what happens to them when they grow up and go to college. Sad really... The things that really gets their goats makes me just wanna reach across the table, shake them, and go "GET A FUCKING LIFE ALREADY!!!"
I'm ranting and even worse, it's not very entertaining, but I don't fucking care right now!!!
I think this is karmic. I got a really good weekend last week and now it's time to drop a bucket of shit on my head.
Ball And Chain is really really beginning to fucking annoy me already. It never fucking fails. No matter how the fuck busy I am, the fucking planet revolves around her. I can't fucking stand it when she's out of work. At least when the damn bitch is employed, there's something around to keep her fucking busy. I swear, she needs a hobby or something. Interests are not enemies!!! Embrace them for crying out loud!!!
She bought a new chair for her computer but put a towel over the seat. She said half my butt was off the towel. I just turned off the computer and sat on the floor.
Her room is a fucking meat locker. She refuses to turn down the air-conditioner.
She watches Jerry Springer AND Sally Jessie Raphael.
I'm just wondering, am I just really really really stressed right now and I'm just ranting and blabbering about shit I'm gonna regret once everything calms down? I mean, in about nine days, I'm gonna have a helluva lotta time on my hands.
I should've went to meet Dell Pickle them after class today.
I think I'm constipated.
I made my first online purchase. That made me really happy and proud. It's the little things, you see? Do you see? Anyway, yeah, I bought something off the internet for the very very first time. One Alice Cooper CD and one single from the band Pulp, both imports that I couldn't find in person. Did you know Alice Cooper did a rejected version of the theme song for The Man With The Golden Gun? Did you know Pulp did a rejected theme song for Tomorrow Never Dies? Well, for me, it was worth $31.95, shipping included.
Shipping charges are evil.
One day, I'm going to take a peek at eBay.
I hate Rat Girl. She's so fucking hyper and dense at the same time. Dell Pickle hates her scratchy voice. Every time I talk to her, he comes up to me and goes, "Don't you feel all itchy now?"
The thing that really fucking bugs me is, she's just so totally not on it about her job. My second deal with the devil basically just wasted my time cause she didn't realize that someone already went out there first.
She doesn't e mail information when she says she's going to e mail information and she doesn't give me important information-- hell, she doesn't even realize she has the important information in the first place.
I've taken a lot of ridicule for doing this, and frankly, it's all deserved. Kitsune thinks I'm fucking nuts. He's probably right. I now realize with extreme definitiveness, why The Other Side is so fucking stupid. Simply put, they just are.
I keep repeating to myself, I'm just doing this for my resume. I'm just gonna get as much as I can out of it, and I'm outta there.
I even agree with The Hairy Editor (except when he snottily told me that it'll make my resume look worse). He brought up a real good point. Those people are actually really young. I keep forgetting, I'm older than dirt.
Christ, I feel old already. I really need to seriously get a life. As soon as I take care of that trip in July, I'm gonna get a life. Promise.
Okay, I'm calmer now. Finally.
I don't know. I totally understand how Ball And Chain feels like our time together should be our time together and yadda yadda blah, but shit, it's real easy to pull that kinda shit when you didn't have to do very much all day. Not like I was out saving the world or anything but still...
And of course, she keeps bringing up the fact that I wasn't there for her when she lost her job. Umm, gee, the reason I wasn't there for you was because YOU KICKED ME OUT OF YOUR HOUSE!!!
I really wish Hallmark made a card that said, "I'm very sorry for making you sad but I couldn't muster up the patience to indulge your bitchy, whiny, obsessive/compulsive, passive/aggressive self-centeredness. Will you forgive me?"
Me and Kitsune are learning to roller-blade. He's better than me, but also a helluva lot stupider. If you don't go very fast, you won't hurt yourself, dildo!
Funniest fucking thing I've seen all month. I'm outside smoking a cigarette and Kitsune doesn't know I'm there, and all of a sudden, I see him tearing down the hill, totally out of control, arms waving, legs all over the place, practically RUNNING on skates, trying to make it to the safety of grass. The coolest part was, he didn't make a single sound, not even a soft AHHH! It was like watching a Charlie Chaplin movie.
I mean, seriously, I'm a hundred times worse, but oh God, I couldn't stop laughing for fifteen minutes straight. America's Funniest Home Video winner. I swear.
Oh, one nice thing sorta happened to me this week. There's a bidding war over my play. Hah!!! What are they gonna pay me with? More free copies?! The determining factor for getting the play should be whichever editor washes my car first.
Entrapment reminds you why Sean Connery used to be James Bond cause lately, he's been taking on a lot of smug, I'm your older mentor/Yoda roles. Catherine Zeta Jones and her ass deserve an Academy Award. In the part when she slides her ass under the red yarn, this guy in the theater hooted, then this chick screamed at him, "Get A Life!" That was cool. The ending ending was a case of too-much-no-good but...
