i'm just sitting here trying to feel better about being here, on my beautiful new little darling when Angel is sleeping so sweetly in my bed. i need to wind down and can't do that with him as he was working on the roof and playing with the power washer at work today after a whopping HOUR of sleep last night. but i got a few hours and i'm still buzzed from the caffeine overload, so i'm broiling some leftover fries and updating you on my boring life.
Ronica is in her top bunk tonight snuffling over not being allowed to play outside at 10pm on a school night. i'm trying to be patient and not give in to the desire to just NyQuil her ass to sleepy time.
i think i met a most amazing and forward-thinking man last night who uncovered the most dastardly plan to drive men of all ages and nationalities crazy with lust.
Sadly, i think he may have provided the final clue as to how i ended up with not only my sister, but my daughter. See, they weren't happy with the relatively limited scope of Mall Girls, there was a call for a new version - Programmable Mall Girls capable of running a small corporation while single handedly stripping all men in miles of all valuta and all other, normal, women of self esteem and hope. They are a small corps and carefully bred, but left to develop alone and harvested only when and if they start showing true talent and vocation.
But i may be wrong, i dunno. This might be the Tabasco in the Lawry's seasoning salt and the V8 Splash with vodka talking.
Stop looking at me like that. Its medicinal. Really.
Friday, i was supposed to help Abby start moving, but we ended up eating at Don Pablo's and catching up. It was really nice. Saturday, i went to the unpacking party and got there first. Most the work was done in the first 2 hours since there was alcohol to be had and, boy, did we 'had'! The party had to be a success, we even had party crashers . . . and even they were really cool. They came in, apologized for crashing, sat down mildly and calmly discussed the weather and where they wanted to go next, mingled a little, and then thanked us and left without breaking or spilling anything. It was damned surreal. Eventually, Abby got tired and crashed and i was left as the only female so i bailed. Angel had brought his own car so i left him there to bond further with the other guys. Hence, why i got sleep and he didn't.
Work is still sucks like a horrible drunk blow job from a sheep with braces. i was so bored today and Byron, my latest super, whom i wish would just quit, just didn't feel like showing up so he didn't. Normally, this would be joyous news, but Sundays are when all the crackpots, cursers, crackheads and cranks call in. They all want a million dollars in credit and to speak to your supervisor or God Almighty, but only whoever is least likely to answer. It's enough to make you want to copy all the addresses and mail them some Mall Girls V9.25 until they are penniless broken pathetic husks of chronically masturbating social losers. They deserve it.
i'm not bitter.
Speaking of masturbation . . . .
"Rosie" ~ Jackson Browne
"But Rosie you're all right - (you wear my ring)
When you hold me tight - (Rosie that's my thing)
When you turn out the light - (I've got to hand it to me)
Looks like it's me and you again tonight - (Rosie)"
confessed on Sunday, Sept. 15, 2002