only two more days off then i go back to work. i don’t want to go back to work. i want another month of being lazy and alone. another month of not having to make polite conversation with anyone for any reason. not having to answer, fifty times, “how was your vacation?” when i know they don’t really care, they only think i want their curiosity.
i want to delay that question for as long as possible. i don’t want to lie to them and tell them the fictionalized version of my trip i’ve concocted so they won’t ask too many questions about the details. i want to forget it. completely.
back to making lunches and ringing phones and ambient noise and construction dust. i think i’ll call in dead for three more weeks. i don’t to go back to work. i want to be a homebody. i need to start designing xxx websites to earn a living from this exact position. popups! it’s all about the popups.
i’m going to do laundry and take the garbage out and dust today. i’m going to do all that so i don’t have to do any of it tomorrow. tomorrow is not going to be about chores. *stomps foot*
mr. mystery. his shadowed smile
slinked into my life through the door
ajar.
my heart.
your life.
fibreoptic fed. walls came down.
secrets revealed themselves to be
mysterious.
your eyes.
my love.
asphalt calling you to the sea.
a better life. no holes for me to
fill.
my life.
your heart.
i really should be pissed that jodi’s new design uses the EXACT navigation technique i was mulling around in my head for my redesign, but i can’t. hers is actually a lot better thought out and user-friendly than mine ever would have been.
my colours were pastel, though. just so you know.
i slept ’til noon. i ate four wagon wheels for breakfast. i’m going to watch coronation street. later, i’m going to buy the canadian oxford dictionary and toilet paper. yeah, baby. i love my life.
this is your life.
i didn’t think anyone could understand, let alone write it. except for the height and that my father’s favourite epithet was “you’re supposed to eat to live, not live to eat”… that’s my life. wow, i’m stunned.
i’m not linking this here for any kind of emotional coddling from any of you, i just want to make sure that maybe, one day, another person who needs to know she’s not alone will find it.
something to make you think. personally, i can’t wait for the sequel, it’s no picnic being related to heather. [thanks to (the shorter) heather]
i just got back from seeing AI. good movie. i laughed. i cried. i want a teddy! oh, and a jude law lover robot.
i can tell you one thing, i am seriously going to miss getting up at ten a.m. when i go back to work next wednesday. i should speak with my boss about flex time.
when you’re painting by numbers.
it’s a quiet, lazy, hermitesque day. talk amongst yourselves. i have some tiger cubs to colourize.
i’m making lasagne for dinner. well, okay. you caught me. i’m defrosting then cooking the frozen lasagne i bought monday. if you bring the bread, you’re more than welcome to join me.
i have a new mouse. not the kind i was looking at in the pet store, either. it’s a spiffy new logitech optical wheel mouse. i figured it was time to replace my original, eight year old mouse. i almost got a cordless one, but i really don’t need it and i couldn’t justify paying a hundred bucks for a pointing device.
i also bought a paint-by-numbers kit. i’m going to paint a picture of tigers tomorrow! yay! much better than being on a stinky old train. speaking of trains, i just got off the phone with amtrak and they refunded my entire ticket price for the reservation i had on tomorrow’s train. yay!
what else did i buy? oh, just a notepad (to replace the one that got drenched with smirnoff ice in my bag) and a pretty new fountain pen. three bucks at the dollar store! i LOVE the dollar store!
i almost bought a lot of other stuff, but even in my shopping therapy frame of mind i was being conservative. i’m such a good girl.
i think tonight would be a good night to install quakeII and test out my new mouse. *blam* die, motherfucker!! *blamblam*
upon opening my blinds this morning, i was struck dumb with a sight i never thought to behold. a man’s face was staring at me. twenty feet above the ground, a man was staring at me.
he was on a ladder. the ladder was outside my window. the man was climbing up. climbing up to repair the eaves.
i stared at the man. the man stared at me.
i blushed. he smiled.
i dropped the blinds. he fell to the ground.
the ambulance attendant asked him why he fell. he replied, in a reverant tone, “i saw an angel and was struck down. mortals aren’t meant to glimpse the beauty of heaven.”
i just watched ‘cast away’. not a bad movie. moved a lot faster than i expected it to. it was rather predictable, though. i found myself thinking “don’t forget the raft. quick! it’ll be washed out to sea” or “you really shouldn’t have left the flashlight on. the batteries are going to die. oh, yeah. there they go.”
i’m going to have a shower. i wish i’d had a bath when i had the chance. but, no, i had to neet my legs. oh, well… just another regret to add to the list.
wow… totally unexpected, yet another package from amazon arrived today. this time, it was a copy of the vagina monologues purchased for me by that supercool chaos girl, yuet. all i have to say is: holy shit, you people rock.
i feel totally inadequate in the face of all this generosity. a most humble and meek thanks.
i bought an artichoke today. lately, i’ve been obsessed with the idea of trying an artichoke. i don’t even know how to cook an artichoke. although, i did buy some garlic butter. somewhere i heard you need garlic butter with artichokes. it’s rather pretty. maybe i’ll just shellac it and use it as some funky paperweight/objet du art. ARTichoke. get it?
i really wish i could laugh at that.
i’m starting to think i could get to like travelling by bus. the trick seems to be sitting beside elderly women. they’re always happy to chat, or not, as your mood prefers.
i sat beside a very nice lady from florida. we talked about this and that, idle stranger talk, until we crossed the border and i became her tour guide. i gave her small bites of information about each city we drove through, each bridge we drove over and each mountain or river we drove past. in the row behind us, another local was doing the same thing for another passenger who was from florida as well. goddess would have loved the symmetry.
we lost one passenger at the border. you always have to wonder about the passenger who brings their own pillow on the bus. you never know what’s in with the feathers.
i slept from six last night until seven this morning. i don’t know what i’m going to do with myself this week. i turned the ringer off. i think i’ll just let everyone think i’m in seattle having a good time.
i’m home. don’t ask. i really do not want to talk about it.
i walked far too much. i had too much fun. i got a fun-headache. no, really. i think i’m allergic to having a good time. whenever i have too much fun, i get a headache. go figure.
i’m almost completely packed.
i have one more errand to run.
i still have a shitload of dishes to.
i need to vacuum.
i ate pizza (sorry, monkey).
i’m going to have ice cream later.
we’re leaving at 6:30 am.
we’re leaving at 6:30 AM.
WE’RE LEAVING AT 6:30 AM, FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!
ahem…
i like leaving work on a friday and saying “see you next month!” to the co-workers.
i’m going to forget something.
all i need, really, is a css-mentor. while sitting at my two-and-a-half hour long union meeting last night, i started doodling and came up with an idea for a new design (stop groaning). of course, this one will be my most abitious to date because i want to make it completely table-less. i don’t think i’ll be able to, but maybe…
otherwise, i’m pleased. i managed to buy new jeans, a new shirt, my super-duper-ultra-lovely conditioner and the next book in the series i’m reading yesterday before the meeting. today, i need to exchange some money, buy a blanket & cigarettes, do some last-minute laundry and other various & sundries i need for the trip.
it’s weird to think that tomorrow night i’ll go to sleep in seattle. it took so long to get here, i was surprised when it arrived.