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||[Apr. 21st, 2008|02:12 am]
Snow White Trash
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|||||"Teach Me, Sweetheart" - The Fiery Furnaces||]|
damn. apparently after 25, you're too old to sell your eggs, and with my health problems..i'm not likely to be a good candidate. there goes MY plan for paying off school. i guess i'll have to resort to selling heroin..
i finally received my sewing bag and set of apt. keys...though i haven't checked the bag yet. i'm dreading it because i'm sure half of my stuff won't be in there. this song makes me a bit sad though. i wish things could just be the way they were before. i gave my heart to this boy, i really did. but i'm not going to stand to be treated as such anymore. is it just me or is anyone else exhausted? i'm exhausted, this whole situation has been exhausted. i have fond and sweet memories, bittersweet, bitter tea. i look forward to being 30, miserly and jaded. 30 will make it seem more justified.
oh my god...is my cactus actually DROOPING over, DEAD? and who drank half my rum? oh, that was me.
anyways, i'm not tolerating negativity in my life at this point. if you're shitty, you're out. don't waste your breath and mor importantly, don't waste my time. i'm also sick of being the mommy. especially when it comes to living situations. i mean for god's sake, get your shit together! it's not even a matter of common sense, just common decency. buy your own groceries! wash your fucking dishes if you know you're going to leave for a few days! there's a sinkload of pots and pans that haven't even been scraped clean or rinsed with water. everything gets left on me and getting any sort of cooperation is always the biggest fucking chore - get over it, you LIVE here. if you want someone else to take care of you, go back to your fucking parents' house! i'm not your mom! i don't want to be your mom! if i wanted to be a mom, i would go to the bar and get knocked up by some asshole. i feel like i'm always picking the lesser of two evils when it comes to roommates. i can't tell anymore which is worse. but i do know that someone is going to be served up a nice hot knuckle sammich if she doesn't get her shit together. i don't have time for this.
on a good note...
saturday's show was really fun, i just did clothes pick up after each act and came out for the finale, but it was fun to get dolled up. my first act will be at the end of may, and then i have to rehearse a new act hardcore while i'm gone because the alvin's show is on july 12th (midnite maaaaaaadness!) and i come back on july 8th! eep. we're decorationg the stage with a twilight zone kind of theme for the alvin's and blind pig shows, and i'm making this giant cardboard one-eyed octopus monster with a unibrow, a top hat and cane and his tentacles are going to be blown around by a fan.
i liked my other monster better, he was going to have giant feathery wings and hold a SPAG banner, but the girls liked the octopus guy better. he wasn't even an intentional sketch, it was something i drew on one of the pages of my history of crafts notes, and that was the only notebook i had on me at the meeting.
i need to get a solid internet connection so i can start this: http://www.yogatoday.com/
free online classes from beginner to advanced! my boss recommended it to me, hahaha, for stress..
i don't get stressed out at work at all, but she said for all the other areas of my life, it would probably help me out. besides, i want to be more flexible so i can be sweet on stage. and maybe offstage...hahaha
i need a cheap mat. hmmm.
this is also good:
i love my hardwood floors, but it would be nice to have carpeting sometimes because it's so loud - especially if i'm practicing with heels on.