OOOH, MY DING DING DONG.
Someone called me from a blocked number last night and, in a psycho-killer/witchy voice, said repeatedly that they were going to rape my pussy and chew up my labia like a Now and Later. Then they hung up. It was so absurd that I couldn't help but laugh, so I assumed it was a fellow cast member or maybe Morticia or Rachel prank calling me from the club. The fact that the anonymous caller didn't seem to mind me laughing at them further confirmed in my mind that it was a friend fucking around with me. I asked on the cast board who it was, and no one has owned up to it. I just e-mailed Tish about it, but I'm doubting it was her. I don't particularly care if it was a friend who did this, but if no one claims it was them, I'm going to have to call the cops and that's really, really going to suck.
My mother's car was stolen last week. The cops found it left running in the parking lot of an apartment complex in a really skeezy part of town. We're having it returned to us within the next couple of days, but I'm planning on refusing to go near it ever again. I can only imagine the crime that went down in that car after it had been stolen. Realistically it was probably stolen for parts (it's a Honda), but I honestly would not be surprised if there had been a dead body in there at one point or another. Aside from all that, I was excited about having to get a new car. Now my poor dreams are crushed.
There are so many things I want to say, but it is all very personal. Very few people seem to respond well when I spill my guts, so I try to keep this filled with stories as opposed to feelings and ideas. Let's just say I'm in one of my "thinking" moods, and I'm not sure yet if this is a good or bad thing. I just wish I had someone to vent to right about now. Maybe I'll go harass my sister now. In a British accent, of course.
I'm going to marry Trent Lane. HOTTEST CARTOON CHARACTER. EVER. BACK OFF, DARIA.
P.S. I'm still in desperate search of a roomate. Any boys want to be my PLATONIC roomate (If I wanted a cheap lay, I'd go find a boyfriend to live with)? Must be able to hold a conversation until sun-up and appreciate my artistic flair (ie. My knack for taking off my bra in random places and leaving it around the house. If you call me out on it, I'll claim it's clever decor. This is not something that you're allowed to argue.)... APPLY WITHIN.
I WANT // to go back in the living room and continue harassing Xtina with my British accent. Oh, bollocks!
I REGRET // nothing. I do my best to keep worry and regret out of my life.
I WISH // for a boy that gives me good conversation and good sex. Any takers?
I LOVE // orgasms.
I HATE // those with no consideration or respect. Seriously, what the fuck? Do I need to go have a talk with your mother?
I MISS // certain people who don't deserve to be missed.
I FEAR // failure and intimacy. It'll take years of therapy to figure that one out.
I SEE // the computer screen?!?!?!`/121`12ONE
I HEAR // Godspeed You Black Emperor!
I SEARCH // for my Sims disc. WHERE ARE YOU, SIMS, I WANT SO BADLY TO PLAY YOU!!!!
I WONDER // who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?
I KNOW // more than you think I know. IT'S TRUE.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU...
SMILED? When I was walking into my bedroom earlier and Xtina called me a douchebag and I used my polished British accent to call her a pussy-face wanker or some shit.
DANCED? There's about a 15in x 10in block of space on my bedroom floor where I have room to dance my heart out whenever I'm bored. I usually accompany my moves with my karaoke skills. I really hope none of the cars that pass by are able to see what I really do in my room.
GOT HAMMERED? Drunk? I got pretty drunk at Megan's party a couple of weeks ago. I caught a buzz a couple of times this week, but nothing to memorable. THIS NEEDS TO CHANGE.
KISSED SOMEONE? Megan's party. Totally. Maybe someone at IHOP on Saturday. Who remembers.
HUGGED SOMEONE? I REALLY DON'T KEEP TRACK, YOU PEOPLE!!
HAD A NIGHTMARE? A couple of nights ago.
LAST THING YOU READ: The Happy Hooker by Xaviera Hollander. I'm now in the middle of Branded: The Buying and Selling of Teenagers by Alissa Quart.
LAST MOVIE YOU SAW ON THE BIG SCREEN: The Rocky Horror Picture Show, naturally.
LAST PHONE NUMBER YOU CALLED: Kenneth called me earlier and Roger just called me; I never call people.
LAST SHOW YOU WATCHED ON TV: Queer As Folk
LAST SONG YOU HEARD: I'm listening to the Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven (GYBE!) CD.
LAST THING YOU HAD TO DRINK: Water.
LAST THING YOU ATE: EAT QUIZNO'S SUBBBBBZ.
DO YOU...
SMOKE? I do.
SLEEP WITH STUFFED ANIMALS? No, but Gertrude my geriatric blow-up doll watches over me while I sleep.
HAVE A CRUSH? Possibly.
HAVE A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND? Never have. Maybe one of these days.
HAVE A DREAM THAT KEEPS COMING BACK? Not as often as I used to.
REMEMBER YOUR FIRST LOVE? N/A
STILL LOVE HIM/HER? Shut up.
READ THE NEWSPAPER? Occasionally.
HAVE ANY GAY OR LESBIAN FRIENDS? Yes.
BELIEVE IN MIRACLES? ????????????????
BELIEVE IT'S POSSIBLE TO REMAIN FAITHFUL FOREVER? On my part? Yes.
CONSIDER YOURSELF TOLERANT OF OTHERS? I'm irritable, but generally tolerant.
LIKE THE TASTE OF ALCOHOL? I don't mind it.
BELIEVE IN GOD? I don't like this question.
HAVE ANY SECRETS? Yes.
HAVE ANY PETS? 2 cats.
GO TO OR PLAN TO GO TO A UNIVERSITY? I plan on going to the Art Institute.
WEAR HATS? Sometimes.
HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? Yes.
HAVE ANY TATTOOS? You can't tattoo an asshole! OH NO, IT'S BEGUN.
HATE YOURSELF? No.
HAVE A BEST FRIEND? Can I be gay and say my sister? I KNOW IT WILL MAKE HER BLUSH.
HAVE ANY BAD HABITS? Yes.
CARE ABOUT LOOKS? Less than the average person, but I do care a bit.
TRUST OTHERS EASILY? No.
LIKE SARCASM? Yes.
TAKE WALKS IN THE RAIN? I love anything to do with the rain, aside from having to drive in it.
KISS WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED? YES. PLEASE. LET'S NOT BE CREEPY NOW.
SING IN THE SHOWER? Not as often as I should.
HAVE ANY SCARS? Way too many.