posted on March 14, 2004 @ 11:07 pm
i'm sitting here in the brazos garage/brg/pg3 on the second official day of spring break. there have been no customers, so i've heard. several toys r us employees are in my living room at this moment, their laughs reverberating up through the walls and spilling into my room at inhuman volumes. i cracked my door to a hallway awash with noise and a frightened janeane curled up at the top of the stairs and decided i had to get out.
today started off well enough, i suppose. thankfully (moreso for the customers), yesterday was my last shift for three days. friday and saturday were spent in a haze of dizziness, attitude, and plain meanness to all customers, my pretend customer service having died during my thursday night shift. at 2:00 p.m. yesterday, i slept. i slept until 7:00 a.m. this morning, awaking to some 13 missed calls and four voicemails. last night, apparently, i was a hot commodity, and according to cole i stink because i did not return their calls.
i watched sesame street, touched by a song elmo sang to the vet, gina jefferson:
amor, amor,
that means "love" in spanish.
open the door, and please�por favor!�
be my love forever!
gina kindly explained that even though she loved elmo very much, it was a friend kind of love, and being three and a half he was too young to marry her anyway. all the married couples on sesame street were grown-ups, after all.
on mr. rogers, keith david was the best man in a wedding in the land of make believe.
i'm sure he's a nice guy, but all i can think of when i see him is requiem for a dream. it was rather terrifying to see him on such an innocent show.
being the natural sedative mr. rogers always is, i returned to bed with fight club. mom called hours later so we could argue about my not attending school and not being able to afford my upcoming rent, but after confirming her belief, several times, that i'm going to do what i want, she gave up and hung up. with little [nothing] to do, i ate rice and watched fargo, strangely enchanted by steve buscemi as usual.
i drew a bath, wondering just why the water had an aquamarine color to it, and lit candles to eradicate whatever strange odor it was jennifer had somehow brought into the bathroom. the cats sat tubside as usual, janeane leaning in to nose my toe, tima dipping her paw into the water then licking it dry. as i sat for over an hour with my daniel handler literature, reading of joseph's memories of the curve of his ex-girlfriends hips as he drank from her, janeane created memories of much the same fashion with tima, stopping before actual penetration as always.
after acquiring proper levels of raisintoes, i walked straight to bed since getting dressed on any level has become drudgery. lying there still with mr. handler, page 189, "soon i didn't know what was going on, what was real and what wasn't. i'm so sorry�i can't begin�", cue a softly ringing cell phone lighting the name of another pennsylvanian, only this one not quite as disturbed as joseph. and one i like a whole lot more, despite my dying phone's ability to give his voice vader-esque characteristics. "yeah, like a porn..."
there is, apparently, socializing happening tonight at stephanie's brother's. whereas i'm inclined to return to bed with watch your mouth (:sigh: only 28 pages left) and drift easily into sleep filled with golems, mud and sex, if the miscreants of toys r us remain in my living room i'll be forced out. perhaps a deserted metro will be a pleasant place to read.
"once i open my mouth there's no stopping me."
<3, chels.
he can play the accordian. i think i'm the only girl who would love that.
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