Ugh/Woo!
Well, it's been a wild couple of weeks. The MIA (as I've already ranted to everyone and their mother) took their stinking job back, AFTER they'd given me a month long schedule and time to turn in my two weeks notice. So I went from sweet new job to NO jobs. That was a bit of a scare. More of a shock, I guess. Luckily, I have the greatest friends ever (drunken ramble of last night), so never really noticed that everything sucked. Then I went up to Bemidji to take care of my dear Ma, and got my job at Pizza Nea back. I absolutely love making pizza, and I love my co-workers, but last night the last standing female cook, besides myself, advised me to head for the hills. Evidently there's some funny business going on, ala misogynism preparing to run rampant. So I'm pretty wary about that, especially after Mr. S's childish reactions to my job situation. Ah well. We shall see.
Currently I'm hung over to shit, sort of. Actually I'm starting to feel better now. But I was definately brain dead like 10 minutes ago. I remember my last thought before hitting my bed being 'Come on coma!' Hm. My subconscious makes me happy. Or is it my Id? I've realized that I really enjoy thinking about all of my fuckups. Like, incredibly stupid moments, eg 'fuck the pigs,' drunken bike falls, 'what happened to my last $2?'...'didn't you spend it on that beer?' Moments of mental weakness revealing my inner psyche. All time favorite: waking up on Bierden's couch, no one to be seen, don't know where I am. First thought, 'No one tucked me in!' Evidently I'm a retarted 3 year old.
Last night was a gas. Sang Freedom Song with Shelby after we escaped downtown, went over to Jlo's for general revelry, ran into Grant Kjos at the VFW, which was great, went to Bierden's and made people dance to T.Rex singalong, got pumped up about Mom and the Monks. Biking home, some random group of people started shouting my name. I turned around, and realized I didn't recognize any of them....then Girl asks me if we made out last night. 'Uhh, no.' Girl turns to Guy and says 'I told you so! This is a DIFFERENT Katie' I biked away.
Just talked to my mom on the phone. Conversational highlight:
Ma: 'You know, Wu Tang Clan and all those other guys are really into Duets. Like when one of them writes the songs and then they do a whole bunch of different versions and stuff.'
Me: 'What are you talking about, Duets? I'm pretty sure they don't do Duets.'
Ma: 'Yes they do! Or whatever they are. Of course they're duets!' (this part actually went on a lot longer).
Me: Uncontrollable laugher
Ma: Stop making fun of me, you bitch. I'm emotionally frail.
Ma dissolves into puddle of laughter/tears.
ANYWAY, very excited about Huge Rats cd release tonite. Jason looks amazing in the safari suit, and KCs video is the shit, so that'll be good. And SHELBY's here!
Enough already.
Currently I'm hung over to shit, sort of. Actually I'm starting to feel better now. But I was definately brain dead like 10 minutes ago. I remember my last thought before hitting my bed being 'Come on coma!' Hm. My subconscious makes me happy. Or is it my Id? I've realized that I really enjoy thinking about all of my fuckups. Like, incredibly stupid moments, eg 'fuck the pigs,' drunken bike falls, 'what happened to my last $2?'...'didn't you spend it on that beer?' Moments of mental weakness revealing my inner psyche. All time favorite: waking up on Bierden's couch, no one to be seen, don't know where I am. First thought, 'No one tucked me in!' Evidently I'm a retarted 3 year old.
Last night was a gas. Sang Freedom Song with Shelby after we escaped downtown, went over to Jlo's for general revelry, ran into Grant Kjos at the VFW, which was great, went to Bierden's and made people dance to T.Rex singalong, got pumped up about Mom and the Monks. Biking home, some random group of people started shouting my name. I turned around, and realized I didn't recognize any of them....then Girl asks me if we made out last night. 'Uhh, no.' Girl turns to Guy and says 'I told you so! This is a DIFFERENT Katie' I biked away.
Just talked to my mom on the phone. Conversational highlight:
Ma: 'You know, Wu Tang Clan and all those other guys are really into Duets. Like when one of them writes the songs and then they do a whole bunch of different versions and stuff.'
Me: 'What are you talking about, Duets? I'm pretty sure they don't do Duets.'
Ma: 'Yes they do! Or whatever they are. Of course they're duets!' (this part actually went on a lot longer).
Me: Uncontrollable laugher
Ma: Stop making fun of me, you bitch. I'm emotionally frail.
Ma dissolves into puddle of laughter/tears.
ANYWAY, very excited about Huge Rats cd release tonite. Jason looks amazing in the safari suit, and KCs video is the shit, so that'll be good. And SHELBY's here!
Enough already.