Need to get things out of my head so maybe I can sleep tonight. Sigh.
Have a potential perfect job on the horizon and I’m totally stoked. Details will follow once I’m hired, so until then, send good mojo. The final interview is on Monday and there is a light faintly shining at the end of my tunnel of discontent.
UCGs are still pretty cool, even when confessing their uncoolness to a complete poser CG.
Tomorrow is going, no, today is going to be a long day if I can’t sleep. Fuck.
I need shoes. Yep, I said it.
Breaking up is weird to do.
I have completely missed DOOL for the last month. That makes me a little sad.
I’m hungry.
I want to paint my house, but I’m allergic to paint fumes… and decorating.
I’m just not that into you.
My grandmother won’t return my calls, but she will send me printed copies of e-mails she used to forward to me until I changed to FIOS and got a new e-mail address she can’t spell.
That may be why I need therapy.
Speaking of relatives and therapy, my mother is this weird voice in my head telling me that its about damn time. I’m gloriously reminded of the time when she was teaching me to play tennis (because somehow, she actually thought she was an expert) and she gave me permission to tell her to fuck off. I’m sure those two statements are entirely unrelated.
I have to stop smoking… again. Fuck.
I don’t understand Justin Bieber, but evidently, he’s been cheating on someone according to a magazine at the grocery store today. That weighs heavily on my mind. Isn’t he 10?
When I was 10, I was battling some boy who insisted on pulling my skirt up at school.
I also do not understand Glee, and I tried. It seems like it would be something I could get behind… but, no. Furthermore, I still don’t watch TV, even though I actually have time to do it now. I wonder how bad the fallout would be if I just canceled our cable.
I never got to see Alice in the theatre. Sigh.
I want to go to NYC again.
This isn’t helping me sleep, not at all. Jeebus.
My laptop is about to die.
Um…
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcHTjm7GHxA
Its going to be a looooong day.
10:27 pm on June 11th, 2010
I agree the question of what is the big deal about Justin Beiber keeps me up at night. I think it’s because I know I’m just too old to understand the appeal of a ten-year-old who needs to learn how to comb the hair out of his eyes. Good news, I hear depression and insomnia is a sign of intelligence. Bad news, I’d rather be dumb.
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Melia Reply:
June 12th, 2010 at 7:35 am
Its the swoop! I fail to see how anyone would really want to do that to their hair, but since I have a mullet, I guess I’m not the one to ask for hair advice.
Being dumb is underrated.
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9:47 pm on June 15th, 2010
i paint! and there are low fume paints out now that really aren’t so bad smell wise, however they do come in a fine array of wussy girl colors – it’s a trade…
oh – and stop thinking when you watch Glee – magically it will be best show ever
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Melia Reply:
June 17th, 2010 at 6:01 am
You’re one of them. I knew it.
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7:27 am on June 17th, 2010
nah – we catch it if we surf past it, but i couldn’t tell you what night or time it’s on.
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