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Am really fucking exhausted. Got in my car, realized it was entirely too hot for three shirts and a sweater and a coat. Got to work, realized it was too hot in the center for more than just a t-shirt. >__> Well, and pants and stuff like that. But shit, man.
It's seventy, and humid as all fuck. I'm tired because I sleep random hours of the night, I guess. That's all I can guess. I also didn't get a good nap today. There was a thing about the Sahara on History channel today. That was gorgeous. Mmm. Deserts. With big fucking sand dunes. <3 *__* Then it was Deadliest Catch and Mythbusters on Discovery. Learnification programming eats my brain. >__> Frequently. And I'm sure I'm not learning very much. e_e;
I'm kind of bummed. I really really really really REAAAALLLY want to go shopping. I cannot go shopping until after Saturday, when I find out how much it'll cost to service my car. My paychecks this month?
Aside from the sixty dollars I withdrew when seeing 300 with Lauery and Tom and Kari, have all been spent on my mother's prescription medications, groceries, gas for my car, tires for my car (but I needed them like fuck o_o), and now service and inspection for my car.
I want shoes. I want pretty tops that I'll never wear. I want more pants. Scratch that. I NEED more pants. Mom has all my jeans in her dresser now. This is frustrating me. >__>; I want mascara that doesn't make my eyelashes all clumpy (I really like mascara. Anyone have suggestions? I trust real!person!testimonials more than I trust Queen Latifah). I want an excuse to make me feel like a million bucks, even if I'm not a million bucks. I want to pamper myself, and I deserve it, dammit.
The closest I come is nearly drowning myself in my midget bathtub every few days.
Yes, I sincenerly mean that.
The tub has a shut-off mechanism that means, with a person six feet tall smooshed in this four-foot downward-sloping monstrosity of yellow, it will not even cover my boobs. Which means I can put my entire face, minus nose and mouth, underwater.
I admit to having fallen asleep like this for a few minutes.
I want very much to work on icons. I want to redo my entire icon set. I think this will be very fun, and entertaining (for me, anyway). Which means I'll probably lose all my fake!gothy ones for really cheerful ones, because I like those. >__> If anyone has one they think I absolutely MUST keep or else, now is the time to speak up.
Meanwhilemeanwhile, Qui's phone is off. ;__; Or she's forwarding her calls to her voicemailbox. Or something. Makes it really fucking hard to talk to her.
But I wouldn't be able to, since Mom has the phone. ;__;
I am frustrated, tired, and depressed. This is not supposed to be my life. I'm supposed to have at least a modicum of friends in the area that I can harass. I'm supposed to not be living with my parents. I'm supposed to not be working a shit job for shit pay.
I just want to cry. Crying will not help.
I think instead, I will drop bomber planes on the South and have everyone go "O__O OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT" until I deus ex a sandstorm out of the desert.
Bad writing sometimes makes me feel much better. <3
Fuck this life. And fuck you, world.
I'm just lucky I have an ego the size of Canada. e__e Soon it'll be big enough to have its own gravitational pull again. Those are always fun days.
Can't wait. e_e
It's seventy, and humid as all fuck. I'm tired because I sleep random hours of the night, I guess. That's all I can guess. I also didn't get a good nap today. There was a thing about the Sahara on History channel today. That was gorgeous. Mmm. Deserts. With big fucking sand dunes. <3 *__* Then it was Deadliest Catch and Mythbusters on Discovery. Learnification programming eats my brain. >__> Frequently. And I'm sure I'm not learning very much. e_e;
I'm kind of bummed. I really really really really REAAAALLLY want to go shopping. I cannot go shopping until after Saturday, when I find out how much it'll cost to service my car. My paychecks this month?
Aside from the sixty dollars I withdrew when seeing 300 with Lauery and Tom and Kari, have all been spent on my mother's prescription medications, groceries, gas for my car, tires for my car (but I needed them like fuck o_o), and now service and inspection for my car.
I want shoes. I want pretty tops that I'll never wear. I want more pants. Scratch that. I NEED more pants. Mom has all my jeans in her dresser now. This is frustrating me. >__>; I want mascara that doesn't make my eyelashes all clumpy (I really like mascara. Anyone have suggestions? I trust real!person!testimonials more than I trust Queen Latifah). I want an excuse to make me feel like a million bucks, even if I'm not a million bucks. I want to pamper myself, and I deserve it, dammit.
The closest I come is nearly drowning myself in my midget bathtub every few days.
Yes, I sincenerly mean that.
The tub has a shut-off mechanism that means, with a person six feet tall smooshed in this four-foot downward-sloping monstrosity of yellow, it will not even cover my boobs. Which means I can put my entire face, minus nose and mouth, underwater.
I admit to having fallen asleep like this for a few minutes.
I want very much to work on icons. I want to redo my entire icon set. I think this will be very fun, and entertaining (for me, anyway). Which means I'll probably lose all my fake!gothy ones for really cheerful ones, because I like those. >__> If anyone has one they think I absolutely MUST keep or else, now is the time to speak up.
Meanwhilemeanwhile, Qui's phone is off. ;__; Or she's forwarding her calls to her voicemailbox. Or something. Makes it really fucking hard to talk to her.
But I wouldn't be able to, since Mom has the phone. ;__;
I am frustrated, tired, and depressed. This is not supposed to be my life. I'm supposed to have at least a modicum of friends in the area that I can harass. I'm supposed to not be living with my parents. I'm supposed to not be working a shit job for shit pay.
I just want to cry. Crying will not help.
I think instead, I will drop bomber planes on the South and have everyone go "O__O OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT" until I deus ex a sandstorm out of the desert.
Bad writing sometimes makes me feel much better. <3
Fuck this life. And fuck you, world.
I'm just lucky I have an ego the size of Canada. e__e Soon it'll be big enough to have its own gravitational pull again. Those are always fun days.
Can't wait. e_e