Done With The Weekend, Let's Head Into Day
i am loving my new layout so much. funny how i never wanted to feature Michael or anything, because it seems childish. but i'm missing my man, and i really really really love the Versace picture, so. no justifications. plus, it's just plain goddamned fun.
i am only slightly perturbed that i moved to Cali to be closer to Michael and his bitch ass leaves the country. thanks, Mike. no no, my ego isn't hurt at all. luckily for me i didn't really move here to be closer to you. it's just fun to say so. i think the latest rumor is that he went ahead and let them close Neverland down. i don't blame him. since it's been decreed that he should never be in the presence of children again, amen, it kind of takes the fun out of having an amusement park in the first place. plus, the rumors are flying that he's going to get to build a bigger better one in Bahrain, so out with the old, in with the new. i still remember the LIFE spread he got back in '93 ('92?) which talked about how cool the place is. i wish i still had that magazine. i need to get that issue, the Rolling Stone issue with him, and the GQ issue that exonerated him the first time the charges were brought against him. i don't even know the first thing about getting back issues. i'll probably never do it. but i really want to.
i am determined. this was our last weekend at home. yeah right.
i tried Merlot for the first time. it was pretty good, actually, after i got used to it. a little too buttery, but not bad, after all. much better than cabernet sauvingnon, if you ask me.
Sam is so much fun! he's got this whole nutty situation with a fellow college mate who has fallen for a woman who is my age (or close to it) and flies regularly to see her boy every month. for some reason, both Sam and i are fascinated. Sam has declared her to be "E-Pussy", and i am labeling the whole saga the "E-Pussy Chronicles". i think i am jealous of her. i would love to do something that fun. like fly to Jacksonville and have my own E-Pussy Chronicle Saga
on Thursday, i get to meet Tonya. finally. she called me Saturday and told me about a John West performance at Temple this week and for some reason i am so psyched. i've missed the Temple, and Marq is crazy about John West, so... so. yay for live performance. of course, as the night approaches, i'll probably be less enthused and looking for a way out of it.
Chayo found me on MySpace. Jenny, Chay & Libby are all there, only Sandra is missing. Libby is already 23! Sean is 6 now. i can't fathom it, i really can't. time can't be passing this quickly. but it is. i think that their cousin Albert is on there, too, but it frick fracking can't be, because when i saw him last, he was like 2 feet tall with shoulder length hair and all of 13 years old. it would be neat to see them all again. i cannot wait to go back to SA and visit, i think it will be so much fun. i just wish Balde would stop ignoring me, now. that way i'd get to go visit Boston.
i think that i have been converted, now, into a true MySpace fiend, although i still can't see the point of it. so far, i've gotten 2 friend requests from music groups that i wouldn't be caught dead listening to? gangsta/nonsense rap, like... hardcore, and i don't want to be rude and say no, but honestly, it would be silly to friend them. Henry has yet to add me back, and i still haven't been able to find Darryl. i found both Joseph and Phil from University of Phoenix, but i haven't got the nerve yet to send my request to Phil. what if he rejects me?! *squeezes stress ball* i cannot be rejected by a 23 year old.
i am back at work now. i'm still not 100%, but feel pretty ok, for the most part. mostly i feel anxious, antsy. spring fever, i swear it must be it. anticipatory. i love this feeling, even if i don't know what to do with it.
i really want to work on my discipline with writing the next few months. i don't know what to do to motivate myself to write. i have the ideas, i have the stories, i just won't write them. it is so frustrating. i feel as if i'm running out of time. i need to have something to show for my life, already. or one day, i will wake up and just be a woman who dreamed, rather than a woman who both dreamed and produced.
i am only slightly perturbed that i moved to Cali to be closer to Michael and his bitch ass leaves the country. thanks, Mike. no no, my ego isn't hurt at all. luckily for me i didn't really move here to be closer to you. it's just fun to say so. i think the latest rumor is that he went ahead and let them close Neverland down. i don't blame him. since it's been decreed that he should never be in the presence of children again, amen, it kind of takes the fun out of having an amusement park in the first place. plus, the rumors are flying that he's going to get to build a bigger better one in Bahrain, so out with the old, in with the new. i still remember the LIFE spread he got back in '93 ('92?) which talked about how cool the place is. i wish i still had that magazine. i need to get that issue, the Rolling Stone issue with him, and the GQ issue that exonerated him the first time the charges were brought against him. i don't even know the first thing about getting back issues. i'll probably never do it. but i really want to.
i am determined. this was our last weekend at home. yeah right.
i tried Merlot for the first time. it was pretty good, actually, after i got used to it. a little too buttery, but not bad, after all. much better than cabernet sauvingnon, if you ask me.
Sam is so much fun! he's got this whole nutty situation with a fellow college mate who has fallen for a woman who is my age (or close to it) and flies regularly to see her boy every month. for some reason, both Sam and i are fascinated. Sam has declared her to be "E-Pussy", and i am labeling the whole saga the "E-Pussy Chronicles". i think i am jealous of her. i would love to do something that fun. like fly to Jacksonville and have my own E-Pussy Chronicle Saga
on Thursday, i get to meet Tonya. finally. she called me Saturday and told me about a John West performance at Temple this week and for some reason i am so psyched. i've missed the Temple, and Marq is crazy about John West, so... so. yay for live performance. of course, as the night approaches, i'll probably be less enthused and looking for a way out of it.
Chayo found me on MySpace. Jenny, Chay & Libby are all there, only Sandra is missing. Libby is already 23! Sean is 6 now. i can't fathom it, i really can't. time can't be passing this quickly. but it is. i think that their cousin Albert is on there, too, but it frick fracking can't be, because when i saw him last, he was like 2 feet tall with shoulder length hair and all of 13 years old. it would be neat to see them all again. i cannot wait to go back to SA and visit, i think it will be so much fun. i just wish Balde would stop ignoring me, now. that way i'd get to go visit Boston.
i think that i have been converted, now, into a true MySpace fiend, although i still can't see the point of it. so far, i've gotten 2 friend requests from music groups that i wouldn't be caught dead listening to? gangsta/nonsense rap, like... hardcore, and i don't want to be rude and say no, but honestly, it would be silly to friend them. Henry has yet to add me back, and i still haven't been able to find Darryl. i found both Joseph and Phil from University of Phoenix, but i haven't got the nerve yet to send my request to Phil. what if he rejects me?! *squeezes stress ball* i cannot be rejected by a 23 year old.
i am back at work now. i'm still not 100%, but feel pretty ok, for the most part. mostly i feel anxious, antsy. spring fever, i swear it must be it. anticipatory. i love this feeling, even if i don't know what to do with it.
i really want to work on my discipline with writing the next few months. i don't know what to do to motivate myself to write. i have the ideas, i have the stories, i just won't write them. it is so frustrating. i feel as if i'm running out of time. i need to have something to show for my life, already. or one day, i will wake up and just be a woman who dreamed, rather than a woman who both dreamed and produced.