Well shit.
I'm not really joking when I say i think I've got SARS. or something equally as bad. I can't stop coughing. My throat doesn't hurt, and I feel fine, but i've got this white-trash grandma cough that I can't get rid of. For like, 2 weeks now? You know when you cough so hard that you think you're going to puke? fuck i hate that.
today i went and worked at the aromatherapy job. the thing about the aromatherapy job is that it was just supposed to be for Christmas Help, and then guess what - i looked and I'm on the schedule until February at least. Jesus.
I'm pretty sick of everything right now. I even stayed in last night which was a Friday night. And tonight I'm staying in too. But i'm at Ron's, which isn't exactly "IN" but it isn't really "OUT" either.
I hate New Years Eve. I hate making plans and I hate being expected to have fun. I'm working at the Bamboo this year, in the Coat Check, which is more of a Shooter Lounge than a Coat Check because, multi-tasker that I am, I also sell shots while hanging coats. $3 shots = cheaper than at the normal bar + less of a line up x happy patrons that also like to buy me shots = me typically hammered by 10:30pm. Last New Years Eve, or maybe it was 2 years ago, I passed out underneath all the coats, and then puked in my mouth and had to get Sophie to cover for me while i ran to throw up in the filthy toilet. Ugh. But hey - New Years Eve only comes once a year, right. Right.
I don't think I'll even have anyone to kiss at midnight, because all of my friends are going to the Legion for a $22.50 Prime Rib Dinner and to see Matt Masters. The Dudes are playing at the Hi-Fi, and Derek is DJing at Broken City. Knucklehead is playing at the Republik, and...I think that's it... Oh, the Bamboo is a dance party hosted by C'est Dangerous, so that's actually sort of exciting, because I haven't seen them for a long time and they're usually pretty fun.
Hopefully there are no "party photographers" around. That is my pet peeve of 2007. Party Photographers. Dear Diary, what the fuck are these people doing, walking around the clubs taking pictures of everybody dancing and all these nightmarish outfits and hairstyles and dj's in their hats? I don't get it? who thought of this and why? I like one of our Party Photographers here, but only because typically he'll show me the picture and let me say "delete" or "keep"....But god. Leave the camera at home and go out and have your own fun! You too can have fun at the bar!
Anyways. I'm going to go fix twyladrawn.com and then i'm going to go home and lie in my bed alone and stare at the ceiling while trying to read the last part of Eat, Pray, Love or whatever the fuck that book is called. Stared out great when she was in Italy, then just turned horrible. I'm all over Eating, but the Praying part was pretty boring. Hopefully I'll learn something from the Love section.
I'm 30, and I want to jump off of my balcony.
xo Twyla.
today i went and worked at the aromatherapy job. the thing about the aromatherapy job is that it was just supposed to be for Christmas Help, and then guess what - i looked and I'm on the schedule until February at least. Jesus.
I'm pretty sick of everything right now. I even stayed in last night which was a Friday night. And tonight I'm staying in too. But i'm at Ron's, which isn't exactly "IN" but it isn't really "OUT" either.
I hate New Years Eve. I hate making plans and I hate being expected to have fun. I'm working at the Bamboo this year, in the Coat Check, which is more of a Shooter Lounge than a Coat Check because, multi-tasker that I am, I also sell shots while hanging coats. $3 shots = cheaper than at the normal bar + less of a line up x happy patrons that also like to buy me shots = me typically hammered by 10:30pm. Last New Years Eve, or maybe it was 2 years ago, I passed out underneath all the coats, and then puked in my mouth and had to get Sophie to cover for me while i ran to throw up in the filthy toilet. Ugh. But hey - New Years Eve only comes once a year, right. Right.
I don't think I'll even have anyone to kiss at midnight, because all of my friends are going to the Legion for a $22.50 Prime Rib Dinner and to see Matt Masters. The Dudes are playing at the Hi-Fi, and Derek is DJing at Broken City. Knucklehead is playing at the Republik, and...I think that's it... Oh, the Bamboo is a dance party hosted by C'est Dangerous, so that's actually sort of exciting, because I haven't seen them for a long time and they're usually pretty fun.
Hopefully there are no "party photographers" around. That is my pet peeve of 2007. Party Photographers. Dear Diary, what the fuck are these people doing, walking around the clubs taking pictures of everybody dancing and all these nightmarish outfits and hairstyles and dj's in their hats? I don't get it? who thought of this and why? I like one of our Party Photographers here, but only because typically he'll show me the picture and let me say "delete" or "keep"....But god. Leave the camera at home and go out and have your own fun! You too can have fun at the bar!
Anyways. I'm going to go fix twyladrawn.com and then i'm going to go home and lie in my bed alone and stare at the ceiling while trying to read the last part of Eat, Pray, Love or whatever the fuck that book is called. Stared out great when she was in Italy, then just turned horrible. I'm all over Eating, but the Praying part was pretty boring. Hopefully I'll learn something from the Love section.
I'm 30, and I want to jump off of my balcony.
xo Twyla.