The Vday lie, hockey masks, being unemployed
I saw the new Friday the 13th last night. Beforehand, my companion and I came upon the only place serving booze in the area, which was a rather loud mariachi place filled with mexicans with either very large hats or very tight white jeans. We got patted down at the door, and I allowed myself one can of Tecate (it was ice cold and f'in delicious).
I don't recognize today's holiday. I never really have. I think it's a load of crap. I think the only time I recognized it other than my mother being awesome and giving me a basket of chocolate and telling me she loved me every year as a child, was when I was 16 and my drunk bastard of a boyfriend at the time got wasted at the bar because he was old enough to drink and I wasnt so he made me drive him around all the time. I recognized it then because I thought how terrible it was I got called a stupid whore for no reason on Valentine's Day by someone who was supposed to love me. Then I thought that it was terrible no matter what and Valentine's Day should not invoke love and affection, life should invoke love and affection. That was my stint with VDay. Since then, I have opted out of celebrating a holiday that comprises of propaganda, women's excuses to get that engagement ring, and lonely single people to feel like crap about their life and get wasted. All of the men I have dated have seemed pretty darn alright with treating the day like any other.
I need to finish painting the apt today.
I haven't heard from the job yet, and I'm not sure why because I KNOW I charmed the pants off of that manager. His pupils were big and everything.
I think out of the last year, I've worked 2 or 3 months. Jesus. Well, at least I had time for my nervous breakdown of sorts that started in the summer and well, dragged on and on and still sometimes nips at my coattails. But christ I'm going crazy. I am so excited about working again it's ridiculous. I don't even care what I'm doing anymore.
I've lost a little bit of weight. 15 lbs from my heaviest actually. About 10-15 more and I should be back in size 7s. I haven't been exercising at all either, so I'm hoping with my start of pilates and hopefully swimming soon, I can drop that weight without too big of a fight.
I don't recognize today's holiday. I never really have. I think it's a load of crap. I think the only time I recognized it other than my mother being awesome and giving me a basket of chocolate and telling me she loved me every year as a child, was when I was 16 and my drunk bastard of a boyfriend at the time got wasted at the bar because he was old enough to drink and I wasnt so he made me drive him around all the time. I recognized it then because I thought how terrible it was I got called a stupid whore for no reason on Valentine's Day by someone who was supposed to love me. Then I thought that it was terrible no matter what and Valentine's Day should not invoke love and affection, life should invoke love and affection. That was my stint with VDay. Since then, I have opted out of celebrating a holiday that comprises of propaganda, women's excuses to get that engagement ring, and lonely single people to feel like crap about their life and get wasted. All of the men I have dated have seemed pretty darn alright with treating the day like any other.
I need to finish painting the apt today.
I haven't heard from the job yet, and I'm not sure why because I KNOW I charmed the pants off of that manager. His pupils were big and everything.
I think out of the last year, I've worked 2 or 3 months. Jesus. Well, at least I had time for my nervous breakdown of sorts that started in the summer and well, dragged on and on and still sometimes nips at my coattails. But christ I'm going crazy. I am so excited about working again it's ridiculous. I don't even care what I'm doing anymore.
I've lost a little bit of weight. 15 lbs from my heaviest actually. About 10-15 more and I should be back in size 7s. I haven't been exercising at all either, so I'm hoping with my start of pilates and hopefully swimming soon, I can drop that weight without too big of a fight.