January 2012
I have tonsillitis.
At the moment, that is all.
I can’t seem to catch my breath and I’m having palpitations.
what the hell?!
Today is really fucking frustrating. We have a new system of timekeeping that’s extremely specific and has, count ‘em, two more steps than our last system, which means I’m having a helluva time figuring this out. Add the bonus stresses of the job- its the day of the show, y’all! I’m a woman and therefore not worth listening to, my show lead was late, again, but I...
I’m proud to say that I’m a Daiquiri Quinto groupie.
I’ll be making shirts post haste, y’all.
this is all I have to say...
I am not happy that Joe Paterno died. I am very sorry for his family and friends and I know that they will be honestly mourning him.
I am also not happy that so many people are sweeping the incidents brought to light only a few months ago under the rug. Death doesn’t clean slates… but it also doesn’t condemn.
I wonder if any man will ever find me as attractive as my mother thinks that they do.
I think I look like an alien. A pretty one, but an alien nonetheless.
I’m feeling remarkably negative today, like everything out of my mouth is a complaint or said through a sneer… Most unfortunate. I’m better than this. I think I’ll try to be quite for the rest of the day, I’m feeling rather weary, anyway…
Dear sir:
Here’s the thing- I would like to go home with you, like you asked earlier. I would like to go to your place and fall asleep next to you, no worries about sex… But the thing is, you’ve been texting someone all night long, ever since you sat down to dinner really, and it’s more than slightly insulting. I think you should be able to pay attention to me for more...
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If your name is Mario, I will have sex with you.
So.
There’s still some debate as to whether or not my night guy actually did his job last night. I’m waiting until he comes in later to go over the screw ups and then, majestically, appoint blame. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna be the only one getting yelled at- especially when none of it is in my control.
The day, however, seems to be going well so far. My temps have...
Dear, nightshift:
UGH!!!!!!!!
Hey, Wuthering Heights...
… Fuck you!
Oh, did this season of Sherlock end with the titular sleuth faking his own suicide to protect his bro-toy, Watson? ‘cause I would’ve never guessed…
I’m lonely and exhausted, which is making for some rather unpleasant days.
I need to kiss somebody soon or I’m gonna forget how.
Hey world.
I’m finding my life a wee bit frustrating at the moment and the fella I’m out with and venting to can’t tear himself away from his texts long enough to listen to what I’m saying.
Guess letting him pay for dinner gives him carte Blanche to ignore me… To which I say, bullshit.
Whenever I’m out with people and they stop paying attention to me, I start playing on tumblr.
I spend 90% of my outings on tumblr.
You are a grown-ass woman… use the phrase “tinkle-torium” again, and I’m revoking your life card.
I really want to have phone sex.
Not now, but soon.
so, tonight I am done.
rehearsal is over for the week and I’m looking forward to a bit of a break, though it will be filled with work. I wont have time to go out, which I’m actually alright with, I have no real desire to connect with anyone. I want to sweep through my days and end them quickly so I can move into next week, where I will hopefully feel something… and have Friday...
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Have you ever watched your nipples get hard? It’s really very interesting.
I wish you were here right now.
Okay, I know I’m stressed and I have work today and what-not… but can we just hang out and wear sherbet colored clothes and drink orange julius’?
I need to start expressing myself more better.
okay, let me explain to you why I’m stressed:
I’m stressed because I’m not going to waste my time driving out there to go hang out with you when you’re sick, we tried that before and it didn’t work. You sound like death over the phone and as though you don’t even want to see me, which you don’t. You just want to see someone, it doesn’t matter who it...
I’m sitting here, script open beside me, trying to figure out why the hell I wanted to write in the first place…
I think it was to comment on just how out of shape I am. I took Finnegan, the dog, for a walk and kept choking the poor bastard. Looks like my walking speed, though faster than my co-workers, is still slower than my dog’s and I kept choking him back to keep him in...
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I love you, darling.
So, this evening, I decided to go back onto the online dating site I’ve used in the past. I figure it’s time. There’s nowhere else I can find guys- I don’t really go out, I wont date people at work, for obvious reasons… yes, the great, wide, interwebs is the best chance I have at finding someone to waste my time with these days… which isn’t as depressing...
So, I’d really like to have some sex right now, have for the better part of a week, really. Damn these new standards and self-preservation practices of mine- they’re really getting in the way of me gettin’ my rocks off.
TMI Tuesday:
I don’t understand how guys could like going down on a girl, though I can get off giving a blowjob…