much ado about nothing
no, no, nothing shakespearian about this entry for all you thespians.. sorry to disappoint. the title just succinctly fits the entry. :) first order of business: i have a new cell phone, and thus a new number which is: 864-621-9500
so for those of you who had the old number, time to switch! speaking of the new number, it's perfect... sooo easy, should be a phonesex line or something don'tcha think? *ponders this* buahahaha.
well just a few things to share of late, post computer meltdown and repair. barbara's 21st was thursday. i went but unfortunately some evil sinus bug is attacking my immune system and made me feel like shit, so i left early. because of said bug, had to call-in to work sunday, no way i could pull a double. it sucks because i needed that money. oy vey. tennessee this weekend was confusing. poor cori being victim to monthly female loveliness caused her moods to be out of whack. yuck, periods suck! on that note(the suckiness one in general), it really sucks having no heat in a car when it's snowing in droves outside. on the way back saturday night/sunday morning at some points in the mountains it was nearly impossible to see. luckily the windshield didn't ice over this time. i literally can't wait to get another car, one with heat! hoorah for income tax refunds.
blech, i feel nauseated, which is of no use, considering i have to be in at 5:30 and it's almost 4. bah. on the positive side, barbara and laura are coming to harass me this evening at work. 3 lesbians, sticky fingers, need i say more? *evil laugh*
since i've left you with nothing brilliant to read, i think i'll give you this. i came across in another's lj randomly, and it's too beautiful not to share:
That conversation we were always on the edge
of having, runs on in my head,
at night the Hudson trembles in New Jersey light
polluted water yet reflecting even
sometimes the moon
and I discern a woman
I loved, drowning in secrets, fear wound round her throat
and choking her like hair. And this is she
with whom I tried to speak, whose hurt, expressive head
turning aside from pain, is dragged down deeper
where it cannot hear me,
and soon I shall know I was talking to my own soul.
-Adrienne Rich
so for those of you who had the old number, time to switch! speaking of the new number, it's perfect... sooo easy, should be a phonesex line or something don'tcha think? *ponders this* buahahaha.
well just a few things to share of late, post computer meltdown and repair. barbara's 21st was thursday. i went but unfortunately some evil sinus bug is attacking my immune system and made me feel like shit, so i left early. because of said bug, had to call-in to work sunday, no way i could pull a double. it sucks because i needed that money. oy vey. tennessee this weekend was confusing. poor cori being victim to monthly female loveliness caused her moods to be out of whack. yuck, periods suck! on that note(the suckiness one in general), it really sucks having no heat in a car when it's snowing in droves outside. on the way back saturday night/sunday morning at some points in the mountains it was nearly impossible to see. luckily the windshield didn't ice over this time. i literally can't wait to get another car, one with heat! hoorah for income tax refunds.
blech, i feel nauseated, which is of no use, considering i have to be in at 5:30 and it's almost 4. bah. on the positive side, barbara and laura are coming to harass me this evening at work. 3 lesbians, sticky fingers, need i say more? *evil laugh*
since i've left you with nothing brilliant to read, i think i'll give you this. i came across in another's lj randomly, and it's too beautiful not to share:
That conversation we were always on the edge
of having, runs on in my head,
at night the Hudson trembles in New Jersey light
polluted water yet reflecting even
sometimes the moon
and I discern a woman
I loved, drowning in secrets, fear wound round her throat
and choking her like hair. And this is she
with whom I tried to speak, whose hurt, expressive head
turning aside from pain, is dragged down deeper
where it cannot hear me,
and soon I shall know I was talking to my own soul.
-Adrienne Rich