posted on June 27, 2003 @ 8:14 pm
-"as your ghost takes flight," saves the day
-"punk out," suicide machines
-"cliffs," aphex twin
-"spooky�boo! dub mix," new order
-"longview," green day
wednesday at work stephanie and i played porno password (on uproar.com, and it was the funniest goddamned thing ever (which is where the title comes from). we started out being lesbians in the chat, but then she had a penis. there was one guy who was actually into it, and he helped us annoy others. when new people arrived, we'd greet them and ask, "wanna do it?" we kept talking about muff diving, anal probe (hers), anal beads (mine), and donkey dicks, with other obscenities obviously. later when we were telling dale about it, he said blow job in a sentence, which made stephanie yell. "i say it all the time. i hear people say it all the time. but i've never heard dale say it." it was so funny.
after that, frank came over, and he, jennifer and i watched doom generation. he was being a giant motherfucking asshole since he's on his period, so we got into a yelling fight. i've never gotten into a yelling fight with one of my friends before, so it was interesting. not to mention i got to yell and say some derivative of "fuck" and "goddamn" every other word. mmm aggression. have i mentioned i haven't been taking my drugs?
yesterday...let's see. nothing of interest happened, as per usual. i started getting a migraine at work, and it got really fucking bad by the time i got off. regardless, jennifer and i went to pubicburger (whataburger). they fucked up my order (let's see how many times she can say "fuck" in one entry"), which made my head pulse for about ten seconds. oh jesus that hurt. i was curled up in the booth, motionless, silent. when we got home, i thought i was going to throw up, but i managed to fall asleep before making it come up. i slept for 11 hours, but it's still with me. not the nausea, just the headache. i just found some ibuprofen, so i'm hoping those might at least not allow it to escalate.
tonight i'm going to continue to pack. i've already got two overflowing boxes of books, and that's just one of my bookcases + excess that have just been lying around. i've got to get another bookcase. i want to make one with papaw that's the length of a wall, but i'll probably just get another like the one i have and have them flush with one another.
as far as the emotional chelsea, she's been comme �i, comme �a. i've been fluctuating dramatically, but haven't hurt myself or even cried. wee. i've got plenty of money for my two rents, plus enough to make my $125 loan payment. that makes me feel all sorts of good. i haven't done anything about my school yet, nor have i told mom i'm not going. i was thinking of just keeping up the pretense that i was, but that would be...i don't know. i'm so afraid of telling her. she can't do anything about it, but...i don't know. i don't want to think about it.
hopefully i can kidnap owen by the end of the month. two more paychecks should have me set.
i never called the electric company about moving our electricity, so we'll just have to live in the ghetto a few more days. when i get down, moving can generally make me beam. i can't wait to get out of the hellhole in which i currently reside. if not that, i just play my sega. and ruminate. which is never good, but at least i'm occupying my physical self somehow.
part of frank's pms was to point out exactly how shitty of a life i have, which is always fun (he sure does have a knack for tact).
i'm an overweight temporary college drop-out with bad hair and no friends. stephanie tried to convince me i was cool, but it never really sinks in. le sigh. she's having a party tonight, but i probably won't go.
"twiddle my thumbs for just a bit. sick of all the same old shit."
<3, chels.
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