...it's been so long since i've heard your voice, except inside of your head...
Well, I went through an odd "Susie Homemaker" phase last night. Let's just say cleaning, sorting, shopping, and cooking were all done while listening to girly music, in particular, Feist. (Anyone who's ever heard the song "Mushaboom" knows what I'm talking about.)
My trip to Kansas City was relatively uneventful. However, it left me feeling pretty shitty and lost and confused and horrible. The best part was the phone call with my Aunt Maureen. I really wish she didn't live all the way out in Vegas. And that her fucking son wasn't the giant pile of douche that he's turned into. Whatevs. I'm really beginning to hate going to KC, it's just full of baggage and hard feelings, and we all know what I those feelings creep in. I run. It's my typical M.O. And if trapped into something, I get angry, irrational, and violent. See? I was in a good mood, like twenty minutes ago, but even writing about this just pisses me off so I'm done.
Work has been blowing hardcore. I had another 10 hour shift today. When all that time is spent in the bay (and especially when having to deal with certain) it's really draining. And hot. And just really sucky.
I had a phone call from a couple of my guy friends tonight. Apparently, I am to be in attendance at a bitchin' party in Manhattan in a couple of weeks. My Marine friend (Hah! Without the capital 'M' it would have looked like my friend was a sea creature!) is going to be there, and I haven't seen him in like a year and a half. It's really crazy! I'd forgotten until I talked to him tonight just how cool he was, and how much I really did miss him being around. Weird.
Oh well. SNL is starting, so I'm off.
(P.S. - Honestly, how have I never thought of "Bitch-ita" until now? That is truly a mystery!)
My trip to Kansas City was relatively uneventful. However, it left me feeling pretty shitty and lost and confused and horrible. The best part was the phone call with my Aunt Maureen. I really wish she didn't live all the way out in Vegas. And that her fucking son wasn't the giant pile of douche that he's turned into. Whatevs. I'm really beginning to hate going to KC, it's just full of baggage and hard feelings, and we all know what I those feelings creep in. I run. It's my typical M.O. And if trapped into something, I get angry, irrational, and violent. See? I was in a good mood, like twenty minutes ago, but even writing about this just pisses me off so I'm done.
Work has been blowing hardcore. I had another 10 hour shift today. When all that time is spent in the bay (and especially when having to deal with certain) it's really draining. And hot. And just really sucky.
I had a phone call from a couple of my guy friends tonight. Apparently, I am to be in attendance at a bitchin' party in Manhattan in a couple of weeks. My Marine friend (Hah! Without the capital 'M' it would have looked like my friend was a sea creature!) is going to be there, and I haven't seen him in like a year and a half. It's really crazy! I'd forgotten until I talked to him tonight just how cool he was, and how much I really did miss him being around. Weird.
Oh well. SNL is starting, so I'm off.
(P.S. - Honestly, how have I never thought of "Bitch-ita" until now? That is truly a mystery!)