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blustocking) wrote2003-02-11 04:39 pm
blustocking) wrote2003-02-11 04:39 pm
someone should wash my dirty mouth out with soap
For those of you who would care: Mmmm...Eddie.
Where do I begin? Do I begin? Do I start from the beginning, or from now? I'm never going to get it all down. Maybe I should just transcribe from my paper journal. Baaaah, who gives a fuck, right?
I feel like a bum. I feel like I'm visiting, but I'm not. I have to get a job soon, because as we all know, the bills won't stop. I called Borders today, no openings. I re-vamped my resume. Tomorrow I'm going to write a cover letter and send it to Andrews McMeel Publishing in Kansas City, then to other prospects I find. But it won't do much good because the transmission on my car IS shot and it's going to be no less than $1,000. I guess I could wait until my 401K check comes, but I don't know when that will be. Christ, maybe I should apply to a bookstore here. Damn I hate Topeka. I can't wait to move to Lawrence. It's like Phoenix here. Though I was only there for less than 24 hours, I could tell it was one of those life-sucking vortexes of a town. I didn't even get to see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
motherevol or kitryne. I talked to them though. Odd that I talked to motherevol for hours on the phone when I was in the same town as she...and yes, I know her real name now...so I'm cooler than you. ;) She's one of those people who I could have talked to forever, but I had to get on the road and get moving. Drivers in Phoenix are much like drivers in Los Angeles.
And can I say, give me forests and green over red rock and dry desert. Sure, pretty to look at for awhile, but no. When I got to Flagstaff (mountainous, pine forests) I was soooo happy. I had a rockin' good time by myself in my hotel room. Boo slept on the bed while I danced around to some Apop in my t-shirt and underwear. I drank tea, wrote in my journal, wrote postcards, paid bills, uh...did some other stuff (by myself), and fell asleep watching Pulp Fiction. But yes,motherevol, you're right. I didn't notice it before but this climate is so much nicer to your skin and such. I put lotion on and it actually WORKS. :D I've taken to walking around and feeling my bare ass when no one is looking because it's soft. Soft like a baby's bum, damn you.
And my back, let's talk about my GIMPY mother-fucking back. What in the holy hell? I'm having to take hot baths, get help getting up, and rubbing stinky freakin' ointment on it. It's mostly just the lower right side, so far down it is almost to my lily-white, BABY-SOFT ass. I have THINGS TO DO! I have no time for this! So I'm probably making it worse and I've already been told by a few people to go to the doctor, but I say feh. That would be admitting defeat and weakness. RAWR! Me stupid! *shrugs* It feels a little better today, I think.
So I feel like a jackass sitting at home, at my PARENT'S house all day. I went outside with the dogs for a bit, hand-fed poor Charlie Bucket(head). I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but he was getting really bad there for awhile. They didn't know what was wrong with him. One day he started bleeding from the eyes and nose, so they cut him open on his shoulder and took a sample. They sent it to a lab in Colorado and what they initially thought was some rare form of Lupus, only turned out to be a skin rash that was introduced into his blood stream. So, he's doing so much better now and everyone is very glad to see that. Charlie is a great dog (and yes, I named him after Charlie Chaplin). There are more animal pics in that album if anyone is interested. ;p And incidentally, Big Fat BooCat is getting his ass kicked by this little girl. No one is getting really hurt, as I'm keeping them separated, but I guess I won't be taking her with me when I move. The tough, street-smart chick just can't hang with the prissy, slothful, city cat. Boo may intimidate other people, but not other cats. Heheh. It was a little amusing to see him so clingy on the trip out here. He's one of the reasons I had to stop and stay another night. He so wants to be a big farm cat though. I let him out of the cab for a little walk and he immediately finds a dirt patch and rolls around. Ah my dirty leetle boy. He did that no less than 3 times on the trip. Finally, I just gave up and sat him, dirt and all, on a pillow on the passenger seat. I walked around with him outside yesterday and he was supremely pissed off when I picked him up to bring him back in...and this is boring to everyeone, I'm sure. ;p
Ah yes, but bear witness to my wee-girl obsession with Labyrinth and David Bowie. this little tidbit is painted on one of the windows to my old clubhouse (now a storage shed). It says, or should say, David Bowie. Awww jeah.
Well, I have more pics from the trip and more to tell about the trip, but I can't sit in this damn chair anymore and I'm going out with the only 2 friends I have left in this sad sack of a town. :) Wee hoo, we'll probably go get coffee, go out to eat, and then hang out at the freakin' 24 hour Walmart or some shit. I guess we could see a movie. I should post the pics from our excursion into Walmart at 2 am last time I visited. We held up the most godawful clothes to ourselves and took pictures whilst holding lusty, model-like poses and faces. Trés chic! I also have an awesome photo of me looking engrossed in a stock car racing magazine. I do love me some stock cars. *rolls eyes*
And can I just say, I fucking love my new record player. :D Yesterday, I listened to some nice Patsy Cline, Sarah Vaughn, and Lily Pons. *mwah*
More later, ya poops.
Where do I begin? Do I begin? Do I start from the beginning, or from now? I'm never going to get it all down. Maybe I should just transcribe from my paper journal. Baaaah, who gives a fuck, right?
I feel like a bum. I feel like I'm visiting, but I'm not. I have to get a job soon, because as we all know, the bills won't stop. I called Borders today, no openings. I re-vamped my resume. Tomorrow I'm going to write a cover letter and send it to Andrews McMeel Publishing in Kansas City, then to other prospects I find. But it won't do much good because the transmission on my car IS shot and it's going to be no less than $1,000. I guess I could wait until my 401K check comes, but I don't know when that will be. Christ, maybe I should apply to a bookstore here. Damn I hate Topeka. I can't wait to move to Lawrence. It's like Phoenix here. Though I was only there for less than 24 hours, I could tell it was one of those life-sucking vortexes of a town. I didn't even get to see
motherevol or kitryne. I talked to them though. Odd that I talked to motherevol for hours on the phone when I was in the same town as she...and yes, I know her real name now...so I'm cooler than you. ;) She's one of those people who I could have talked to forever, but I had to get on the road and get moving. Drivers in Phoenix are much like drivers in Los Angeles.And can I say, give me forests and green over red rock and dry desert. Sure, pretty to look at for awhile, but no. When I got to Flagstaff (mountainous, pine forests) I was soooo happy. I had a rockin' good time by myself in my hotel room. Boo slept on the bed while I danced around to some Apop in my t-shirt and underwear. I drank tea, wrote in my journal, wrote postcards, paid bills, uh...did some other stuff (by myself), and fell asleep watching Pulp Fiction. But yes,
motherevol, you're right. I didn't notice it before but this climate is so much nicer to your skin and such. I put lotion on and it actually WORKS. :D I've taken to walking around and feeling my bare ass when no one is looking because it's soft. Soft like a baby's bum, damn you.And my back, let's talk about my GIMPY mother-fucking back. What in the holy hell? I'm having to take hot baths, get help getting up, and rubbing stinky freakin' ointment on it. It's mostly just the lower right side, so far down it is almost to my lily-white, BABY-SOFT ass. I have THINGS TO DO! I have no time for this! So I'm probably making it worse and I've already been told by a few people to go to the doctor, but I say feh. That would be admitting defeat and weakness. RAWR! Me stupid! *shrugs* It feels a little better today, I think.
So I feel like a jackass sitting at home, at my PARENT'S house all day. I went outside with the dogs for a bit, hand-fed poor Charlie Bucket(head). I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but he was getting really bad there for awhile. They didn't know what was wrong with him. One day he started bleeding from the eyes and nose, so they cut him open on his shoulder and took a sample. They sent it to a lab in Colorado and what they initially thought was some rare form of Lupus, only turned out to be a skin rash that was introduced into his blood stream. So, he's doing so much better now and everyone is very glad to see that. Charlie is a great dog (and yes, I named him after Charlie Chaplin). There are more animal pics in that album if anyone is interested. ;p And incidentally, Big Fat BooCat is getting his ass kicked by this little girl. No one is getting really hurt, as I'm keeping them separated, but I guess I won't be taking her with me when I move. The tough, street-smart chick just can't hang with the prissy, slothful, city cat. Boo may intimidate other people, but not other cats. Heheh. It was a little amusing to see him so clingy on the trip out here. He's one of the reasons I had to stop and stay another night. He so wants to be a big farm cat though. I let him out of the cab for a little walk and he immediately finds a dirt patch and rolls around. Ah my dirty leetle boy. He did that no less than 3 times on the trip. Finally, I just gave up and sat him, dirt and all, on a pillow on the passenger seat. I walked around with him outside yesterday and he was supremely pissed off when I picked him up to bring him back in...and this is boring to everyeone, I'm sure. ;p
Ah yes, but bear witness to my wee-girl obsession with Labyrinth and David Bowie. this little tidbit is painted on one of the windows to my old clubhouse (now a storage shed). It says, or should say, David Bowie. Awww jeah.
Well, I have more pics from the trip and more to tell about the trip, but I can't sit in this damn chair anymore and I'm going out with the only 2 friends I have left in this sad sack of a town. :) Wee hoo, we'll probably go get coffee, go out to eat, and then hang out at the freakin' 24 hour Walmart or some shit. I guess we could see a movie. I should post the pics from our excursion into Walmart at 2 am last time I visited. We held up the most godawful clothes to ourselves and took pictures whilst holding lusty, model-like poses and faces. Trés chic! I also have an awesome photo of me looking engrossed in a stock car racing magazine. I do love me some stock cars. *rolls eyes*
And can I just say, I fucking love my new record player. :D Yesterday, I listened to some nice Patsy Cline, Sarah Vaughn, and Lily Pons. *mwah*
More later, ya poops.
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I feel bad that our schedules were too bloody conflicting and we couldn't pal around in the flesh, BUT I really enjoyed chatting it up with you immensely. I have to say, your snicker is priceless, m'dear. It only makes me love you more (if that is even possible), but I do.
See, I told you. There is something about that damn Midwest humidity. Wow. Moisture. Who would have thunk it?! Damn, now I'm green with envy that your bottom is baby soft while mine is crusty and flaky. Hee, almost sounds like I'm making a PIE reference. *snort*
Anyway, I'm happy you're home and that you're safe. I'm happy Boo is being put in his dusty kitty place. Whoops, I was starting to sound like Dr. Seuss there for a moment. *snicker* And I laughed SO hard when I saw the Elizabethan collar on Mr. Charlie. Poor puppy. I hope the sweet ol' boy starts to feel better soon.
May we chat again sometime soon in the near future. Love ya!