spew

it’s been an odd sort of day. i really do believe i’m allergic to flourescent lights. is that possible? then why else do i get woozie in the afternoons? no, it couldn’t possibly my death-stare at the computer for eight hours. don’t look at me like that. stop it! don’t make me tell mom!
after work, i’m taking sandy to pick up her car, picking karen up to take her to the airport, dropping off dad’s cheque at his apartment, (hopefully) buying a new smartmedia card for the camera and then finally going home to corn on the cob and a hunk of watermelon. gee, i can’t wait to spend another night in my 33°c apartment. whee! fuck global warming, it’s not supposed to be this hot this early in the summer.
maybe i’ll stay at the airport a while taking pictures and soaking up the air conditioning. mmm, pictures. i hope they don’t arrest me.
for months i’ve been meaning to write about how i hate being pursued by men. i didn’t when it was topical because, well, i was being semi-stalked and i didn’t want to talk about it. i’m getting ready to now. but i probably won’t. like that near-lesbian experience i almost had in college i mentioned and then never expounded upon. god, i’m such a tease. how do you stand me?
by the way, if i ever find someone with mad photoshop skillz to help me with something, i’ll be launching a redesign in the next little while. don’t get your hopes up (or down), my interest in this current idea will probably wane the longer it takes me to post it. not much holds my interest lately.