"if only time flew like a dove ..."
Today already sucks and its only 10:00. Fuck. I hate that.
My mom e-mailed me this morning saying, "Cheer up, its Thursday!" Like she assumed I was in a bad mood. Which, okay, I was, but geez. Assume much? Just because she's home all day and has nothing better to do but go grocery shopping and to the stupid farmer's market, that is no reason to be all cheery and shit and try to infect other people with it. Fuck.
I'm writing fucking thank you cards again because I didn't finish them all on Tuesday. Fucking things. I also have like 60 other things I'm supposed to be doing that I've been putting off forever. I'm such a bad employee, its awesome. I just can't make myself do them. They're boring. And I'd rather be on the forum, or IDK, writing my story. I didn't even touch it yesterday, and since my parents were home, my mom was all clingy and mopey last night, so nothing written there.
I got confirmation from Asswhore on having next Friday off, though, so that's happy news. I look like shit today and I'm not even trying to pretend I don't. My pants need to be washed, my shirt is also dirty (and wrinkled), my hair is gross, my shoes aren't entirely work appropriate, and I know my makeup looks like shit. I was just not feeling anything this morning, so I said 'fuck it, I'll look like crap'. I wonder if I could get fired for just not caring anymore? Shar thinks that's why she's going to get canned, and I think it could happen to me, too. That would rock. No, seriously.
Speaking of rocking, I got the schedule for the show saturday. Its me, Impeller, and Tony's band Likewise. I'm so freaking excited. Although I wish I hadn't been an asshole and waited to talk to Kyle because now its far too late to have them play any songs with me. So that sucks. But at the show I'll ask him if we can start jamming that way next time I have a show at Time Out we can play as a band, and not just as me. I wish I wasn't such a pussy sometimes.
I've got a wicked rash on my stomach, and before you get any gross ideas, its from my belt. I'm allergic to nickel, and the coating on the buckle of my belt rubs off, therefore giving it contact with my tummy bulge and making me itchy. Last night, I was lying in bed and it itched so bad that I just scratched it and scratched it and scratched until I realized I had broke the skin and was bleeding. Now it hurts and its itchy. I've even put clear nail polish on the buckle to stop it, but it doesn't work. I think I just need a new belt but I'm too lazy to go get one.
My head hurts and I'm nauseous, but I think that may be from a lack of food. Seriously, though, not eating really works for losing weight fast. I just have to keep it up until Rhonda's wedding so I'll be hot and win Andrea's heart. Okay, I didn't just say that. *ninja smiley* I need some tylenol or something though...head throbbing is not good.
Hmmm, writing woes, we all know I have those. Nothing new there. 8 days until Chicago!!!!
And I'm done. Hope everyone is doing well. :P