So I’m up in Santa Barbara right now. It’s a great reunion type thing with people I haven’t seen in ages. Skick is giving me shit now so I’m going to get off soon.
Anyhow I’m mad at DJ Fatkid now. His ass ain’t here. Grrrrrr.
I have soooo behind at work lately. Besides doing month-end closing for not only inventory, but my department also, it’s been quite hectic. My inbox was piled as high as my computer. I just finished posting/filing/researching everything, so now there is a manageable stack left for me on Monday. All of this done before 4:00!!! Woo hoo!
Now I don’t want to do anything. Ho hum. I like the old Weezer.
As I was getting into my car this morning, I noticed that there was a dead opossum lying right against the curb between my car and the one behind me. By the looks of it, it had been dead for weeks; all of the internal organs have seemingly decomsed leaving a sallow mess of skin. Then I think to myself, this is a pretty disgusting to see first thing in the morning. It still sends shivers each time I think about it.
The weekend is here!!!!!!!!! Almost. I just have to get through work today and I’m set!
Sometimes I want to pull my hair out. There are some suppliers I deal with at work who make me want to commit murder. Por ejemplo, one of our customs brokers has been incorrectly billing us and la de da. Anyhow, I promise to pay him $10,000 for the shit that is correct. But that’s not good enough, not by a long shot. He then proceeds to bitch about how long resolving all of these issues is taking. Sob story for him, I’m really crying.
I then have to remind him that if he didn’t try to fuck with us, we wouldn’t be in this position. That shut him up real nice.
It makes me glad to say that I will be going back to school soon. I won’t have to deal with these types of assholes for the rest of my life. (I just get to deal with different ones!)
I think I’m sick.
For the last several years, I’ve been adamant about not being in a relationship. If I needed sex, I knew where I could cruise and shit. You know, get my ya-yas out that way. Lately, I’ve been wanting to be in a relationship. I’m shuddering at just the thought, but it WOULD be nice to have a warm body to wake up to.
AND, I’m still disgusted with myself about the whole Andy Warhol debacle. Ugh.
So I left work at 3:30 on Saturday. When I got home, sleep hit me like a 20,000 ton concrete block. Then at 6:00 Norman called me and woke me up. We went to dinner and I went to Amoeba to pick up the new Sonic Youth record. I’m very lukewarm about it right now. (That’s not a good sign).
Yesterday was a disaster unto itself. Not only was I still tired from lack of sleep, I went to the Warhol show at MOCA. That was the hugest letdown, even though I was anticipating it. Yes, I should’ve known better but hey. At least I can say that I KNOW for a fact that it was horrible.
But I’m all caught up on sleep now which feels nice. And I’m reading Period by Dennis Cooper. Some pretty cool shit. Less adolescent than his previous books.
So this is a bit anticlimactic. I’m helping out with month-end inventory here, and the work comes in spurts. (Ewwww! I just realized what I said). So I’ve gotten a whole lot of my “normal” work done which is good.
I just realized I haven’t gotten the new Sonic Youth album. I’ll jet out to Amoeba Records after I’m done here and rock away.
Does anyone want to trade gastro-intestinal tracts? My insides have been in constant pain for the last several days. And I have a dick, so it’s not my period!
I am at work after getting 3 hours of sleep. Boy don’t I feel great!!!!!!
Oh. I update my pic, as y’all can see, so now y’all have a vague notion of what I look like. If only urbanemonkey can take a decent pic… But I guess we can’t have it all.
NEED CAFFEINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!