my daddy’s here at work this morning! last week, the vice-president called him in for a meeting. i’m hoping this will mean he’s back here on a daily basis. i’ve missed having our thrice-daily visits. wow, this makes me so happy! yay!
since this song was making the rounds last week, i thought i’d set it up as this week’s thursday morning mpeg:
“Boyz in the Hood” by Dynamite Hack
i love it just because it’s so bizzare. i remember the first time i listened to it, i sat there, slack-jawed, not believing what i was hearing. then, of course, i was wandering around singing “nappy ass weave” for the rest of the week. enjoy!
this was inspired by one of the goodies miss jena sent me this week. you can blame her for it all! *grin*
i’m absolutely starving! i could go get something from the vending machine, but i know i have a fridge full of vegetables, rice and good, healthy stuff waiting for me at home. i just don’t think i can make it until i get there. argh!
it feels like monday today, in a good way. my day off felt so much like an entire weekend, i’m coming back to work feeling like i’ve had two days off instead of one. so nice… if only they hadn’t jacked the heat up in here, it’d be almost perfect.
last night, completely against my nature, i went for a walk around my neighbourhood. i had eaten three-too-many viva puffs and was feeling not a little uncomfortable from too much sugar, so i went out to metabolize the stuff out of my system. while i was wandering about, i started noticing the houses. they’re all fairly aged and have a lot of character. there’s nary a prefab, stucco, monster-house to be found. then i found myself peeking in the windows, commenting to myself “that’s a nice feature wall” or “oh, wow. that’s a nice lamp”. it made me want to knock at their doors and ask if i could just come in and see how they live. just because i was curious. next time i’m going to take my vacuum with me so i have an excuse to go into their houses!
there’s nothing better than coming home from a shopping trip with a bag full of pretty underthings. i’m going to spend the rest of the afternoon in my apartment modelling them for myself.
it was the weirdest sensation. i didn’t think i’d ever get used to it; but, by the end, i didn’t mind. i even felt a little cocky. almost as if i’d invited them myself. i know it won’t happen again, but i think everyone, at least once, should shower while two men are on a scaffold outside your bathroom window.
no, not really.
wow. once again i’m rendered dumbstruck by the generosity and kindness of people.
after a rather nasty, and painful (damn wrists), day and a half at work, i thought i couldn’t get any happier with the knowledge that i don’t have to go back to the office until wednesday. when i arrived home there were two packages awaiting me. a small envelope in my mailbox packed with love and goodies from the lovely miss jena and another package against my door containing my very own copy of still life with woodpecker sent to me without provocation from mkh himself.
besides the amazing stuff, both these packages contained tidings which really touched me. thank you both! you can’t know how much your gestures are appreciated.
i don’t have to work tomorrow!
i don’t have to work tomorrow!
i don’t have to work tomorrow!
using the phrase “grievous bodily harm” makes me irrationally happy.
i had to work today. yes, on a sunday. it’s going to be a very long week.
sometimes, a little change is just enough.
friday was a twenty-two hour day. i’m unspeakably glad that i slept for twelve hours tuesday night. it must have been precognitive weariness. i knew i’d be lacking sleep for the rest of the week, so i was stocking up.
i should be at work right now, but i didn’t wake up until one this afternoon. shuddup, i didn’t get to sleep until 4:30am. i thought about going into the office from four until whenever the work was finished, but decided to make today a me day. that means: my laundry, my dishes, my tidying, my vacuuming, my shopping. as i don’t have plans for tonight, i’ll endeavour to get to bed early and get my crap done at work first thing sunday morning. ha! who am i kidding?!
i’m restless. lots of thoughts and feelings are rumbling around inside my head lately. i’m proud of myself, though. i’m being as brave as i’ve ever been. i’m being honest, even when it’s difficult. it’s all very, very odd in how simply complicated it all is. i’m trying not to overanalyse it. i’m happy.
oh, and i’m going to buy a new phone today. i don’t want to have to learn to talk pilot.
i think i’m the last person in existence to figure out what “pearl jam” actually means.
i’m having the single worst hair day on the face of the planet. it’s practically impossible that anyone could have be having a worse hair than me today. it’s nice and soft, but it’s damn unruly. of course, this doesn’t matter much in the big scheme of things, but it’s the trivialities of my life which keep my loyal readers coming back for more. right?
i returned a phone call the other day:
me: you rang?
him: yes, i did.
me: what can i do you for?
him: i don’t need you anymore.
me: gee, thanks.
him: i needed to know how to spell “minutia”; but i looked it up online.
me: minutia… m-i-n-u-t-i-a.
him: did you do that off the top of your head?
me: yeah. this isn’t for work, is it?
him: oh. no! something else.
me: so, why would you phone me for this?
him: i don’t know, you just seemed like a speller. that’s right, by the way.
me: of course it is.
it’s really hard to smile when you’re yawning.
oh no. my boss just left for the day. i’m going to get less done than the little i was doing before. this is bad. very bad.
i’m completely useless today. i just want to bounce around and smile and chat and laugh and be happy! i’m actually making myself a little queasy with it all. i’ve got his stupid half-grin stuck on my face and even when i’m sitting still my inner self is skippng around a field of waist-high daisies.
i’m such a moron.
oh dammit all to hell! i was halfway through my redesign and it was all starting to fall into place rather nicely. i was starting to get excited and hoping that i’d be able to get it up and tweaked by the weekend. then i start doing the rounds of the blogs on my link list. that’s when i realized… i’d nearly copied paige’s colours verbatim. *sigh* back to the drawing board.
this week’s thursday morning mpeg is brought you by squishy feelings and cold, lonely nights:
“Somebody” by Depeche Mode
i’ve been listening to this song since highschool and i still want somebody to wrap their arms around me and kiss me tenderly.