Stuff and THIS DAY IS ASS.
Mar. 27th, 2007 12:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
obliviousally_ljToday has been the worst day in a long time. Emotionally, physically, mentally.
Let me rewind just a moment: We havent had internet since, like, Friday. I get very (irrationally) aggravated when I don't have my internet. Not because I'm addicted to it, but because it IS a necessity for me. I'm in charge of a mailing list, I have commissions, etc., etc. On top of that, I actually PAY for services. LiveJournal and DeviantART, to be exact. So, when I'm getting screwed out of my PAID time for those, it pisses me off just a bit.
ANYHOW.
I get up this morning and go to work. It wasn't so bad for the first half. But then I got my period. I wasn't expecting it. At all. I also discovered my favorite pair of pants were finally wearing through. This meant I had to bvuy new pants and tampons. Lovely.
So, on my break, I trek over to Goodwill. I find two pairs of pants that fit me decently (the one pair needs broken in, but I like how they're cut). I also found a nice pair of black JNCOs for TJ. And two super-cheap shirts. Awesome. I score clothes for less than $12. Which I needed anyhow, cause I don't have alot of pants I can wear to work to begin with.
Back to work to set up the truck. I'm beginning to get crampy. I take some asipirin, hoping it will help.
Two hours into the truck, nothing. I feel like passing out.
But I CAN'T leave, because I feel obligated to help with the truck. Because it has to be done in two hours.
Obviously, it does not get done in two hours. It gets done in three. Which means we all get scolded by the manager on duty. Lovely. More 'if you guys can't get it done in two hours, you won't be here in October because we'll have to find people who can' swill.
Awesome.
Take my last break, call TJ. Her and Angie are wandering the store. I mention I bought pants and how much money we have left. This is unacceptable because we were, apparently, going to CiCi's after I got off. I was not aware of this because I did not recieve TJ's text message until long after I'd bought clothes.
I get off work and we go out to Aurora Farms, because Angie's got a coupon for $30 off of $75 at Rue 21 Etc. Awesome. Apparently they have $0.99 undies. I love cheap undies.
Turns out the coupon isn't valid until APRIL 5TH.
WOW, LADY, THANKS FOR LETTING US KNOW WHEN OUR ORDER IS HALFWAY RUNG UP.
Whatev.
Come home. TJ's cranky because she can't eat for 12 hours because she has to get bloodwork done in the moring. This causes her to be pissy and snappy and I think she went to bed. And there's not really much I can do because SHE CAN'T EAT BECAUSE SHE HAS TO GET BLOODWORK DONE. I'm sorry, dear.
There were alot of 'because's in that sentence.
I have SO MUCH to write about, but I might have to break it up. I don't know. Or lj-cut it.
I should probably lj-cut it.
After work, I went and got my hair cut. I chopped off four inches of it, so it's around boob length now. And I WANTEd it layered, but they just did the stupid fucking vertical cut which works GREAT on THIN HAIR. But my hair is THICK. So, whatever. I had her curve it around the back and went on my way. When I got home, I took the sissors to it and made it look how I wanted it. It's still weird having 'bangs' (they come down to just below my chin). But I like it. <3
So, we went out on Friday, since I didn't have to work until 11AM on Saturday. Awesome.
We decided to go to the Chamber (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teh_beotch, were you there??). And we went. Yay! We got there before 11PM, so we got in for free. Hung around, danced until about midnight and then ran down to Bounce to catch the drag show. I was alright. I saw Kari Nichols completely naked. I'm not sure wether I could have lived without that or not.
Ah well.
So, we leave Bounce, because it's TOO crowded and people are being unusually dickish, and we head out to the car. On the way TJ is accosted by a bald man. He compliments her pants and shirt and we all get to talking. Turns out he's big into lycanthropy (I recall a good quote about something in the vein of 'I want you to fuck my like you hate me!') and such. We talked for a LONG time. And then we were talking about Greek gods and another woman comes and joins us. Turns out she's a schoolteacher and a professer at a local college. We chatter more. Me and Angie get distraced by singing Banana Phone and Dick In a Box (which was the night's anthem). Around 1AM we decide to head back down to the Chamber because Angie wants to talk to a hot guy she spotted while we were there earlier.
Josh, the lycanthropy guy, and his friend (who's name escapes me now) decide to come with us. So we all head down and meet up at the goth club. We hang out, dance, me and Angie are followed around by a creepy fat guy who obviously stood out like a sore thumb. And was creepy. Did I mention the creepy? Hot guy evades Angie, but we all came to the conclusion that he seemed a little dickish.
THEY PLAYED DICK IN A BOX AS THE LAST SONG AT THE GOTH CLUB.
IT WAS EPIC.
After the Chamber closed, Josh and his friend invited us to go to, ah, crap...um. A little diner, who's name I can't remember, around the corner. Sure, why not.
We run into the professer again. And we sit around and bullshit for a good hour or two again. And wait a long time for our food. But then, they seemed to be server everyone from every gay bar on Detroit, so go figure.
Afterwards, we parted ways (after sharing numbers) and went home.
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Worked, came home. Went out to Aurora farms. Discovered Le Gourmet Chef. Bought raspberry chai. Walked around, chatted. Etc., etc., etc.
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So, Angie went to one of those Pure Romance parties a few months ago. And decided to host her own. We were invited, of course, and it was held over her mom's house.
Me and TJ have perfected tossing a double-sided dildo to each other via our legs to an art. No kidding.
It was pretty hilarious. We knew more about what the lady was selling than she did. We were pointing out things left and right and everyone was asking TJ questions afterwards.
I considered buying something, but it would have been all my money. So eh.
And now, some art:
I lost Orange on...crap. Saturday, I think. I kind of expected it, I think she was full of tumors or abscesses. She went downhill really fast. :/
I really hate PMSing. :
Let me rewind just a moment: We havent had internet since, like, Friday. I get very (irrationally) aggravated when I don't have my internet. Not because I'm addicted to it, but because it IS a necessity for me. I'm in charge of a mailing list, I have commissions, etc., etc. On top of that, I actually PAY for services. LiveJournal and DeviantART, to be exact. So, when I'm getting screwed out of my PAID time for those, it pisses me off just a bit.
ANYHOW.
I get up this morning and go to work. It wasn't so bad for the first half. But then I got my period. I wasn't expecting it. At all. I also discovered my favorite pair of pants were finally wearing through. This meant I had to bvuy new pants and tampons. Lovely.
So, on my break, I trek over to Goodwill. I find two pairs of pants that fit me decently (the one pair needs broken in, but I like how they're cut). I also found a nice pair of black JNCOs for TJ. And two super-cheap shirts. Awesome. I score clothes for less than $12. Which I needed anyhow, cause I don't have alot of pants I can wear to work to begin with.
Back to work to set up the truck. I'm beginning to get crampy. I take some asipirin, hoping it will help.
Two hours into the truck, nothing. I feel like passing out.
But I CAN'T leave, because I feel obligated to help with the truck. Because it has to be done in two hours.
Obviously, it does not get done in two hours. It gets done in three. Which means we all get scolded by the manager on duty. Lovely. More 'if you guys can't get it done in two hours, you won't be here in October because we'll have to find people who can' swill.
Awesome.
Take my last break, call TJ. Her and Angie are wandering the store. I mention I bought pants and how much money we have left. This is unacceptable because we were, apparently, going to CiCi's after I got off. I was not aware of this because I did not recieve TJ's text message until long after I'd bought clothes.
I get off work and we go out to Aurora Farms, because Angie's got a coupon for $30 off of $75 at Rue 21 Etc. Awesome. Apparently they have $0.99 undies. I love cheap undies.
Turns out the coupon isn't valid until APRIL 5TH.
WOW, LADY, THANKS FOR LETTING US KNOW WHEN OUR ORDER IS HALFWAY RUNG UP.
Whatev.
Come home. TJ's cranky because she can't eat for 12 hours because she has to get bloodwork done in the moring. This causes her to be pissy and snappy and I think she went to bed. And there's not really much I can do because SHE CAN'T EAT BECAUSE SHE HAS TO GET BLOODWORK DONE. I'm sorry, dear.
There were alot of 'because's in that sentence.
I have SO MUCH to write about, but I might have to break it up. I don't know. Or lj-cut it.
I should probably lj-cut it.
After work, I went and got my hair cut. I chopped off four inches of it, so it's around boob length now. And I WANTEd it layered, but they just did the stupid fucking vertical cut which works GREAT on THIN HAIR. But my hair is THICK. So, whatever. I had her curve it around the back and went on my way. When I got home, I took the sissors to it and made it look how I wanted it. It's still weird having 'bangs' (they come down to just below my chin). But I like it. <3
So, we went out on Friday, since I didn't have to work until 11AM on Saturday. Awesome.
We decided to go to the Chamber (
teh_beotch, were you there??). And we went. Yay! We got there before 11PM, so we got in for free. Hung around, danced until about midnight and then ran down to Bounce to catch the drag show. I was alright. I saw Kari Nichols completely naked. I'm not sure wether I could have lived without that or not.Ah well.
So, we leave Bounce, because it's TOO crowded and people are being unusually dickish, and we head out to the car. On the way TJ is accosted by a bald man. He compliments her pants and shirt and we all get to talking. Turns out he's big into lycanthropy (I recall a good quote about something in the vein of 'I want you to fuck my like you hate me!') and such. We talked for a LONG time. And then we were talking about Greek gods and another woman comes and joins us. Turns out she's a schoolteacher and a professer at a local college. We chatter more. Me and Angie get distraced by singing Banana Phone and Dick In a Box (which was the night's anthem). Around 1AM we decide to head back down to the Chamber because Angie wants to talk to a hot guy she spotted while we were there earlier.
Josh, the lycanthropy guy, and his friend (who's name escapes me now) decide to come with us. So we all head down and meet up at the goth club. We hang out, dance, me and Angie are followed around by a creepy fat guy who obviously stood out like a sore thumb. And was creepy. Did I mention the creepy? Hot guy evades Angie, but we all came to the conclusion that he seemed a little dickish.
THEY PLAYED DICK IN A BOX AS THE LAST SONG AT THE GOTH CLUB.
IT WAS EPIC.
After the Chamber closed, Josh and his friend invited us to go to, ah, crap...um. A little diner, who's name I can't remember, around the corner. Sure, why not.
We run into the professer again. And we sit around and bullshit for a good hour or two again. And wait a long time for our food. But then, they seemed to be server everyone from every gay bar on Detroit, so go figure.
Afterwards, we parted ways (after sharing numbers) and went home.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Worked, came home. Went out to Aurora farms. Discovered Le Gourmet Chef. Bought raspberry chai. Walked around, chatted. Etc., etc., etc.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So, Angie went to one of those Pure Romance parties a few months ago. And decided to host her own. We were invited, of course, and it was held over her mom's house.
Me and TJ have perfected tossing a double-sided dildo to each other via our legs to an art. No kidding.
It was pretty hilarious. We knew more about what the lady was selling than she did. We were pointing out things left and right and everyone was asking TJ questions afterwards.
I considered buying something, but it would have been all my money. So eh.
And now, some art:
I lost Orange on...crap. Saturday, I think. I kind of expected it, I think she was full of tumors or abscesses. She went downhill really fast. :/
I really hate PMSing. :
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