I wanted to write something profound tonight, but I can't recall what it was. It will come to me. If it doesn't I guess it wasn't that great after all.
I also wanted to write copious amounts b/c I've been neglecting my little creation, but as usual (lately) I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open. I will write something a little longer, though, b/c I have to occupy my time until Match Game comes on. Then I will go to bed and wake up to another work day. Only eight days straight of working and I'll be on vacation. I can't wait 'til next Friday.
I believe I will write a little story to make up for my neglect. I can't guarantee excellent work, but I'll try my hardest. Perhaps a little souped-up vodka cooler will help (thanks Marlene!).
Once there was a little cat (not cat as in cool cat mother fucker, but as in feline) called Merlot who loved to play in her little apartment. Every once in a while, she liked to rub her back on her back-scratching apparatus and look at the signs out the window (you know, the neon one that flashes the same word three times in three colours which suspiciously looks like sex, sex, sex but really says tan, tan, tan). Anyway, she was in love with a little green frog named Hank Crackles who played the guitar (pronounced guee-tar) and who was always leaving for Memphis after giving his lady (Merlot) a proper goodbye of course. This went on for months and months. Hank would leave for Memphis and Merlot would be lovelorn until his return. One day, as Hank was ministering his proper goodbye to Merlot, Merlot's owner returned home to find them in a compromising position. To Merlot's delight, she averted her eyes until their deed was done, totally respecting their privacy. As Oscar Wilde explained: "The heart wants what the heart wants" and she was happy to let the young couple express their love for eachother.
This isn't really my creation. I paraphrased it, but the story comes from a friend of mine. If the story's true inspiration wants attribution, I will be happy to give it to her, I'm just not sure if she wants her name up there with that or not.
Good night. 12:28 AM, June 1.
Well, to quote myself a while ago, I'm hugely happy tonight. Marlene just highlighted my hair (well not just, but this evening). I like it! Also, we planned our trip and I can't wait. I should be sleeping right now, but as you can see, I'm not. I'm giddy. I don't know why. Tomorrow morning will suck when I have no energy but tonight I'll never sleep. Maybe it's the Skor bar I ate. It was good but full of sugar and may give me a nice high until I crash and pass out or something. I'll see what happens...
Wait, I may be crashing now. A wave of tiredness has overcome me. It will pass.
Excellent, it is all but forgotten. I'm reading a stupid book right now. It's some sort of spy drivel, but since I've already read the first 58 pages, I might as well read the rest. It can put me to sleep.
Tonight Lindsay is in Florida and I'm stuck here. That's okay. She's going to have a lot of catching up to do when she gets back (as in catching up on reading my page). That's cool for now. I'm going to bed. I have to get up at nine tomorrow! June 2, 2:45 AM.
Mascara sucks! It's a bitch to put on, rubs off at the slightest provocation, and makes me tear up when it gets in my eyes. Of course, I look so damn alluring with it on (when I decide to wear it - eight times a year), I'll have to live with it...
I have a problem. You see, I fall in love with guys at the slightest hint that there may be some interest. I hope that's not desperation rearing its ugly head. Besides, if they're idiots it fades away more quickly than it came.
That is all for tonight. I'm tired and, unlike all the ppl I know who have nice weekday jobs, I have to work tomorrow. Goodnight out there, whereever you are. Note: As of five minutes ago, no one had ever read this page. I fear Lindsay is my only fan and she's in Florida. I miss you Lindsay, in a non-sexual way of course. June 3, 3:06 AM.
Wow. I forgot to write yesterday. Well, that's not exactly true. I realised I hadn't written after I got home and turned my computer off, but it was 3 AM so I went to bed instead of turning it back on. I'm sorry to anyone who cares.
I was wrong in my assessment about the book I was reading. It's pretty good once you get into it. I'm glad I didn't put it down. I've only put down one book in my life without reading to the end - it was awful. I couldn't take it anymore!!!!
If I had written something yesterday, I would have described the moron in the green van that parked in our parking space. His license plate is ADML 818 if anyone cares. I double parked behind him for a while, but then I felt bad (and scared for the safety of our vehicle) and moved it into someone else's spot. I later found out that no one uses the one I took (they haven't moved in yet) so I felt okay about the whole thing, I guess. If that fucker ever has the nerve to park overnight in our spot again, I'm keying his car (or thinking about it really hard!).
Anyway, one of the Mike's has turned me into a quasi cat hater. My friends cat bit me tonight and tried to defile me. Suffice it to say, I was unimpressed. Good thing it was my last day to take care of her. I almost loved cats yesterday. Perhaps she sensed that I had taken a liking to her and didn't want me to steal her so she pretended to be evil so I wouldn't catnap her. Maybe that's too smart for her. I don't know. I'm going to watch Match Game (I already missed 6 minutes!)June 5, 1:06 AM.
Too tired. Going to bed. (Hey at least I didn't forget this time!) June 6, 2001, 12:41 AM.
I hate everyone. Especially YOU! (and YOU know who you are). Good night. June 7, 12:58 AM. Happy Birthday pal, where ever you are.
I wrote something yesterday, but it doesn't seem to have saved. It couldn't have been that earth-shattering b/c I don't have a clue what it was. Oh well, I'm giddy tonight and that's about it. I think that yesterday's was about not hating everyone, but I can't remember the exact details. I have been on holidays for almost exactly 8 hours now. Pretty sweet, eh? I'm going to watch match game then I'm off to bed. If only my throat would magically heal before my trip. The world would be grand.
This BETTER save tonight! June 9, 12:41 AM.
Sooooooooooooo tired. Exxxxxxxxxxxxxxcruciatingly sick. I probably shouldn't have left the house at all today, but I just HAD to go out. Thanks for the flowers Steff. I can even smell their wonderful fragrance with my stuffed up nostrils. Welcome back Lindsay, I'll call you tomorrow. Happy birthday Natalie! Sorry I couldn't make it tonight.
I have to be in bed by ten, "Dr." Marlene tells me, so I'll be well for our trip. That's why this is so damn early (for me). Good night. June 9, 9:28 PM.
Going on my road trip today! I pick up the car in 7 hours and 45 minutes. Marlene's gonna kill me, I was supposed to be in bed over 2 hours ago. Oh well, what she doesn't know won't hurt her.
I will not be making an entry until next weekend. Don't worry, they'll be wonderful when I return.
I have one observation to make tonight. I have logically deduced that Mike and Mike are actually the same person. I haven't figured out how "he" does it, but perhaps it involves masks a la "Face/Off" and at least two computers. I will elaborate upon my return. Farewell for a while.
YAY Road Trip! June 11, 12:17 AM.