A delicious tenant in every room
I'm annoyed... I can't find my New Pornographer's CD. Actually, it's a New Pornographer's CD inside a Placebo case (I have the corresponding NP case with the Placebo CD on my bookshelf). I'll tear apart my room and my car to find it (them?), if I have to.
Besides annoyed, I'm also tired. What I wouldn't do for some long, uninterrupted sleep... I need a lot of things right now, body-wise. I have really been neglecting myself lately. Stuff I want:
- Fruit, and lots of it. Especially peaches. Especially the one I should have eaten for breakfast, and it better be there when I get back home this afternoon.
- Exercise. I'm not even going to embarrass myself and tell everyone how long it has been since I've done anything.
- Something to clear out of the yucky pores on my face. Ew...
- An eyebrow wax... this one is needed very badly...
- My new glasses. Headaches suck.
- Aforementioned sleep.
- Fresh morning air. That's my favorite part of the day, the drive to work - or it would be without all those other cars.
- To get my hella-weeks-old, severely-chipped nail polish off my nails.
Man, taking care of a body is a lot of work, and generally more work than I'm usually willing to put in. I so need a spa weekend or whatever. But until then, at least I have various products to treat myself, my current favorite being the "Do You Need a Margarita?" citrus scrub from (who else) Bath and Body Works. Yes, I do need a margarita, and I also need this scrubby stuff, which smells so good.
Okay, so I still haven't given my notice at work, but I will this week, promise. Cause... I don't think I can stand staying here any longer than through September. Last week I got asked to phone screen for the 8th of October (uh, day after my birthday, hell no) and some other day that month. Well, that'll have to be something my replacement takes care of.
And so even though I really detest being here, I'm going to try and work as much as I can till the end... if nothing else, as a cushion for any downtime between this and my next job (I wouldn't mind a little break, but hey, what's the fun of breaks without money). Also because the more stuff I buy, the more stuff I want. My currently-impossible wish list:
- Tattoo
- Paint job for my car
- Weekend alone somewhere
- Radical bedroom makeover
- Every season of "Six Feet Under" on DVD
Do you like how that last item segued into my next topic, which is the series finale of "Six Feet Under"? I know it's not "real", but I hate having to let go. Sunday nights will never be the same without the Fishers, and the Diazes, and the Chenowiths, and so on. I've spent the last five years with these people and they seem just as real to me as you do, dear reader. I used to think this was just weird, but it makes more sense to me now. Certainly I've learned a lot more about myself through fiction than I have any other way.
Ugh, must work. Must resist urge to self-destruct.
PS: My first class is tomorrow night. Yay school!
Besides annoyed, I'm also tired. What I wouldn't do for some long, uninterrupted sleep... I need a lot of things right now, body-wise. I have really been neglecting myself lately. Stuff I want:
- Fruit, and lots of it. Especially peaches. Especially the one I should have eaten for breakfast, and it better be there when I get back home this afternoon.
- Exercise. I'm not even going to embarrass myself and tell everyone how long it has been since I've done anything.
- Something to clear out of the yucky pores on my face. Ew...
- An eyebrow wax... this one is needed very badly...
- My new glasses. Headaches suck.
- Aforementioned sleep.
- Fresh morning air. That's my favorite part of the day, the drive to work - or it would be without all those other cars.
- To get my hella-weeks-old, severely-chipped nail polish off my nails.
Man, taking care of a body is a lot of work, and generally more work than I'm usually willing to put in. I so need a spa weekend or whatever. But until then, at least I have various products to treat myself, my current favorite being the "Do You Need a Margarita?" citrus scrub from (who else) Bath and Body Works. Yes, I do need a margarita, and I also need this scrubby stuff, which smells so good.
Okay, so I still haven't given my notice at work, but I will this week, promise. Cause... I don't think I can stand staying here any longer than through September. Last week I got asked to phone screen for the 8th of October (uh, day after my birthday, hell no) and some other day that month. Well, that'll have to be something my replacement takes care of.
And so even though I really detest being here, I'm going to try and work as much as I can till the end... if nothing else, as a cushion for any downtime between this and my next job (I wouldn't mind a little break, but hey, what's the fun of breaks without money). Also because the more stuff I buy, the more stuff I want. My currently-impossible wish list:
- Tattoo
- Paint job for my car
- Weekend alone somewhere
- Radical bedroom makeover
- Every season of "Six Feet Under" on DVD
Do you like how that last item segued into my next topic, which is the series finale of "Six Feet Under"? I know it's not "real", but I hate having to let go. Sunday nights will never be the same without the Fishers, and the Diazes, and the Chenowiths, and so on. I've spent the last five years with these people and they seem just as real to me as you do, dear reader. I used to think this was just weird, but it makes more sense to me now. Certainly I've learned a lot more about myself through fiction than I have any other way.
Ugh, must work. Must resist urge to self-destruct.
PS: My first class is tomorrow night. Yay school!
posted by Yvonne at
9:30 AM
2 Comments:
Seriously, let me know when you quit your job so I can have it....DRIVING TO WALNUT CREEK EVERY DAY IS FUCKING BOOTSEY!
You have to give yourself a "Me Night". A night when you can be alone and give yourself a facial and a manicure and a pedicure and anything else you want. I can't live without it.
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