I still have my black nailpolish on my left thumb (since I was too lazy to do the remaining nine fingers). It completely slipped my mind to take it off before work. Oh well. So people are asking me the significance of it. I told one person it’s to mark my drinking of a virgin’s blood. I told my boss becuz it’s been up my ass all weekend. It’s funny how absolutely no one takes me seriously here at work.
It’s so hot I don’t have the motivation to do anything. I just want to go into those big refrigerators that you find in liquor stores and take a nap. When my mom used to own a liquor store, I would do just that. It always made me feel better. Except when I would come out of it. Since I used to wear glasses, they would always fog up. But since I wear contacts now that shouldn’t be much of a problem.
I found a stash of clothing on Saturday when I was getting ready to meet urbanemonkey. I sort of threw them aside since they were too small for me or made me look unappealing. I tried them on just for kicks Saturday night and they look nice!!!! Happy happy happy. So now I have to do laundry. Grrrrrrrr. And it’s soooo hot.
Did I happen to mention that it’s hot?
It is hotter than Pamela Anderson’s pussy here. Uy fucking vey. With everything circulating, it’s probably around 100 degrees not counting the humidity. I live in a fucking desert! Why the fuck is there humidity!!!
Other than that, the weekend has been productive. Friday night, I went out celebrating with lotusblossom and her boyfriend evildork. She just got a job teaching over in Silverlake. Actually the celebration was cut short becuz she was tired. Eh. Got to play with kitties (the only kind of pussies I’ll ever stroke) and watch the Game Show Network.
Saturday, Madelaine woke me up and invited me to go to the Fashion District in Downtown LA. We were walking around out there for six hours. I got a lovely Che Guevarra shirt with a caption that reads, “Hasta la victoria siempre!”. Since I can’t find a shirt with a hammer and sickle, this will do just fine for now.
Went out with urbanemonkey Saturday night and just talked politics most of the night. It’s refreshing to hear someone whose views are more to the center than mine.
Anyhow, I’m trying to keep things cool, but it’s almost next to impossible. Bleah.
I have made it to work today. I’m so proud of myself. Things are coming out solid, so I’m stoked. This morning, I was actually running up and down my apartment yelling, “I made real poop!” I now realize that I really do need a life. Also I’m pretty amazed that I was able to muster the energy to do that. I don’t think I can do a repeat performance.
So with all of this behind me, I am soooooooooooo hungry. My stomach says, “Feed me!!!!” Is it lunch time yet?
Due to my gastrointestinal riot, I called in sick to work. I am feeling much better today, but I decided not to test it. So I spent the day looking after two of my cousins, Sammy(5) and Kelly(4). Kids that age are so… well cute to the point of getting away with murder. If they had killed my downstairs neighbors, I would have just verbally reprimanded them and bought them Krispy Kreme donuts afterwards (cuz kids need ALL the sugar in the world).
So besides going to the bathroom every 2 hours to flush what lies in my colon, everything is fine. Actually my butthole is quite tender right now (it hasn’t seen this much action since my slut days). And I’m sure everyone here needed to know that.
Um… I’m wondering if I’ll be okay enough to get my tender ass to SB this weekend. I hope I hope I hope.
I was going back into the alt.gothic archives from when I used to post a lot. Check this out. I don’t know what the hell I was on.
I don’t have the strength to get through today I don’t think. Everything that I put in my system just goes straight out leaving me weaker than all fuck. I don’t know what it is. I’m paranoid it’s meat that is causing me to feel this way. I may actually go full-on vegetarian now.
