Give me... an erection o/~
Sooo, what's new?
Slavin' away for the dollar bill, getting exploited by a labor company... nothing especially new. I have $180. I need $170 more to make rent by the 29th. We'll, uh... see how that goes. Not being able to buy liquor and other assorted necessities? It sucks balls, I tells ya. BAALLLLSSS. But, working with construction workers is a great way to either completely destroy or rebuild your self esteem. (Depending on if they're sexist, or desperate for the touch of a woman)
I wussed out on going to work today, I was too damn sore from doing drywall cleanup and then rebar on Tues and Wed. So instead I cleaned the whole house and watched Voyager. Oh, Voyager... <3
The show I mentioned before ist coming up, although there have been changes. It was delayed, then canceled, and now we're holding it at our own house on Saturday from 2 to 5. Fascinating, is it not? Sister Fister is playing with them. That's Ann and Sasha's band. I've seen them before, they're pretty good. We still have yet to name our damn house. *grumble*
Motekye is way too good at designing websites, it makes me cry. Also... wieners. Oh god, I'm so bored. There's no cigarettes, either. It's madness. There will never be cigarettes again. Goddamn me and my poorness. Y'know, Canada's the worst place for vice... we pay way more for smokes and booze here than say, the States, or Mexico. Why couldn't I be poor and addicted in Mexico? Fuck.
Okay. Um. Information. News. Eurrrr... What do I DO with myself these days? Drink/sleep/work/sleep/rinse/repeat. No direction whatsoever. For some reason this doesn't bother me. But everyone from my family to my boyfriend to random strangers on the street gotta be on my case about it. WHATCHA GONNA DO WITH YO'SELF GIRL? YOU GOTS TO GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER! MAKE SOMETHIN' OF YOURSELF! BE SOMEBODY! Honestly... I already am somebody. Jaaaesus.
Anybody out there like writing? Because Iiii like drawing. I like drawing comics! About people, and things. But I've found myself to be quite lacking in the writing department. If someone else could just write them for me... you know, it'd be easier. Less thinking, more focus. I can't handle both the writing AND the drawing. I could handle either one, but not both... my brain is toooo small. I draw better now! Not quite as awful as when I was 14. If you are somehow reading this and thinking, maybe I want her to draw my comics, but what if her art is really bad? I will show you one picture and it's up to you to judge! From one picture. Yes. It is here. Hopefully no one is actually reading this.
Other than that (and I'm aware that a whole total of perhaps two people read my journal, so I don't actually expect a response, but y'know) I um, haven't got much to say. Except, please kill me, and can you spare some change?
Slavin' away for the dollar bill, getting exploited by a labor company... nothing especially new. I have $180. I need $170 more to make rent by the 29th. We'll, uh... see how that goes. Not being able to buy liquor and other assorted necessities? It sucks balls, I tells ya. BAALLLLSSS. But, working with construction workers is a great way to either completely destroy or rebuild your self esteem. (Depending on if they're sexist, or desperate for the touch of a woman)
I wussed out on going to work today, I was too damn sore from doing drywall cleanup and then rebar on Tues and Wed. So instead I cleaned the whole house and watched Voyager. Oh, Voyager... <3
The show I mentioned before ist coming up, although there have been changes. It was delayed, then canceled, and now we're holding it at our own house on Saturday from 2 to 5. Fascinating, is it not? Sister Fister is playing with them. That's Ann and Sasha's band. I've seen them before, they're pretty good. We still have yet to name our damn house. *grumble*
Motekye is way too good at designing websites, it makes me cry. Also... wieners. Oh god, I'm so bored. There's no cigarettes, either. It's madness. There will never be cigarettes again. Goddamn me and my poorness. Y'know, Canada's the worst place for vice... we pay way more for smokes and booze here than say, the States, or Mexico. Why couldn't I be poor and addicted in Mexico? Fuck.
Okay. Um. Information. News. Eurrrr... What do I DO with myself these days? Drink/sleep/work/sleep/rinse/repeat. No direction whatsoever. For some reason this doesn't bother me. But everyone from my family to my boyfriend to random strangers on the street gotta be on my case about it. WHATCHA GONNA DO WITH YO'SELF GIRL? YOU GOTS TO GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER! MAKE SOMETHIN' OF YOURSELF! BE SOMEBODY! Honestly... I already am somebody. Jaaaesus.
Anybody out there like writing? Because Iiii like drawing. I like drawing comics! About people, and things. But I've found myself to be quite lacking in the writing department. If someone else could just write them for me... you know, it'd be easier. Less thinking, more focus. I can't handle both the writing AND the drawing. I could handle either one, but not both... my brain is toooo small. I draw better now! Not quite as awful as when I was 14. If you are somehow reading this and thinking, maybe I want her to draw my comics, but what if her art is really bad? I will show you one picture and it's up to you to judge! From one picture. Yes. It is here. Hopefully no one is actually reading this.
Other than that (and I'm aware that a whole total of perhaps two people read my journal, so I don't actually expect a response, but y'know) I um, haven't got much to say. Except, please kill me, and can you spare some change?