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October 8th, 2005

yeah, no. @ 12:16 pm

Current Mood: cranky cranky

not going out tonight after all. i've got some pieces that i need to work on so i'll be ready to solder when i get to class on thurs. plus i broke a damn stone, and i need to figure out how to glue it. i know there's some kind of glue that's used for stones, but i have no idea what it is. i've got like twenty-thousand pieces partly finished, not to mention the ones that i have designed but haven't even begun yet. damnit, i need another 50 hours in the day. or even a studio area at home would be helpful. another benefit to moving back to the mainland...studio room.

alright, back to work for me.

oh, and i'm amazed at the boi. he's still asleep. i went to bed later and got up hours ago. course, then again, i can't seem to sleep through all the construction that starts at 930am, or the kids thumping around on the ceiling at 10am, or the guy cutting grass at 1030am. he doesn't seem to have that problem at all.
 

October 5th, 2005

damn.... @ 01:42 am

Current Mood: bored bored

i have some moments of brilliance. like my last entry. that belongs in an archive of brilliant sayings, and i can only figure that i can't possibly be the first one to say it. which only goes to prove that great minds think alike.

my pieces for the show are finished. i submit them on thursday. i'd post pics, but the boi flooded the camera the other night/morning when he decided to bring it snorkeling after a night of heavy drinking. brilliant. at least i didn't pay for it, but i never realized how damn nice it was to have a digi-cam. add that on to the list of things i need to get. screw that list for never seeming to get shorter.

anyway, it's semi-late and i ought to get to bed, i spose. hell, there's nothing else entertaining to do here, and dreams have proven to be quite entertaining as of late, so......nighty night all.
 

October 4th, 2005

my bf makes everything sooo much harder than it has to be. @ 08:02 am

Current Mood: annoyed annoyed

ya know, just because you've been in my vagina it doesn't make me your mother. right now, the male species (with a few select exceptions) can all go rot in hell.
 

October 3rd, 2005

turns out... @ 12:56 am

Current Mood: amused amused
Current Music: teevee

you cant fool some of all the people some of the time. it's said so on harvey birdman. and he's a lawyer, so he should know.
 

September 21st, 2005

garbdagardardar @ 02:02 am

Current Mood: yeah great
Current Music: apoptygma

oh yeah, believe it. did i mention that the 'puter died. keeled over, gave it's last death gurgle, and died. luckily we were able to revive it. sorta.

i feel so outta sorts lately. trying to save up some $$$ to get the hell outta here, but not entirely sure where life will take me then. not that that should be a big shock or anything. hell, i can't remember the last time i actually knew which way the wind was blowing.

the boi is out with the sorry-excuse-for-a....uh oh, they're back. gotta go, more later.
 

September 7th, 2005

zero to drunk in under sixty @ 10:35 pm

drinky drink drink drunk. imma cheap date. datey date date date. one stiffy and i'm more than happy. cheep cheep cheep...cheap date. yeah, i know yer jealous. don't even try to hide it. i sew rule.
 

(no subject) @ 09:47 pm

Current Mood: amused amused
Current Music: apoptygma berzerk

some people say drinking at home alone is the first symptom of alcoholism.

i say it's the third symptom of boredom...
who's with me?
 

fraggin retard! @ 09:24 pm

Current Mood: dumb
Current Music: ah cama - corpses

i swear to god, sometimes i wonder how i haven't managed to mangle something big beyond repair...like a house. meant to turn the back burner to high and the oven off, instead turned the back burner to low and the oven to broil. then sat here thinking, i smell burning chicken...i wonder why? thank gawd it was just the top part of the skin of one tata.

*begins drinking* hey, then at least i have an excuse.
 

August 21st, 2005

fashion police @ 11:22 pm

Current Mood: tired tired
Current Music: fans humming in the background

so i've decided that i need to become a fashion police officer. as soon as i get a usb cable for my phone i'm going to start posting pics of the horribly dressed people i see every day. and there are sooooooo many of them here. horribly dressed people and bad boob jobs. it truly is frightening.

work has been jack-ass slow and once again i have almost no money. $#%^(&$%^@! which means i need to start picking up shifts up at the ritz again, if they have any. i guess all the damn money i've been spending on gemstones on ebay hasn't helped...i've banned myself from even going there cos i know that if i do i'll end up bidding on something cos it's "such a great deal!" i'm great at justifying spending, if only i were as good at saving!

anywayzeez, i'm off to bed. it was a long, boring, slow day at work and for some reason it made me really tired. nighty nights.
 

damn it.... @ 12:12 am

Current Mood: exhausted exhausted
Current Music: project pitchfork

i swear, i can never be happy with what i've got. i was so ready to end this charade of a relationship, and right when we get back he starts trying harder. he's actually washing dishes without my asking him to, he's trying to quit smoking, and he's not drinking much. (for now.) but i still can't help but think that it's probably too little too late. what seemed so perfect two years ago now appears flawed beyond compare. i want someone with more patience, more romance, more imagination, more kink, and yes, sadly it's true, more money. i hate to be caught up in fiscal matters, but i don't want to live paycheck to paycheck, and i certainly don't want to try to retire on a savings account and social security or some such shit. i just really don't want to hurt him, not to mention what will i do without my only true friend here? i usually run away and escape, but i've really got no where to run to right now. and the idea of seeing him with another girl is unbearable. fuck, i'm getting too damn old for this crap.

and i hate moving.
 

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