There is a bottle of sake* the left of me and just took my anti-anxiety pill. Work has been stress while I condense two full time jobs into one job. I got my promotion on my Tony’s birthday, two days before Valentines Day. They are still working on getting my replacement in. I am more than lucky to have a job at this moment and it is nothing short of a miracle. Mid February I was the lowest employee paid out of 49 including the receptionist. Now I am working in Human Resources. One thing I have learned is never accept the first offer. There is a built in negotiation if you have the balls to ask. You must pull out those balls or you will be a resentful asshole for some time.
I am struggling with the finishing of my A.S. Degree. The last two classes consume two nights a week plus a Saturday morning. I have high self expectations of Martha Stewartisms around my house and quality time with my children. I have no time for myself these days. I can not maintain an acrylic manicure at this point. It’s just too much of a commitment. Plus, I can not stand the vietnamese banter in the background. You know they shit talk. You know it. I know it. They know we know. Blah, Blah and swallow it up because nobody want’s to hear about your bullshit.
There is a luau in the works. I love to throw parties.
Tonight I was pondering nude beaches. I’d like to go to one. Is there a like a specific one I can go to like 30 plus, I don’t work out nude club.
P.S. I have seen a plethora of taxidermic dogs in movies and such. Could I do that to Sugar. That would be slightly bizarre.
*Loree’s favorite sake is: Nigori. Shake it up until it looks like nonfat
milk. It is sweet and tastes like yogurt. What do you know?
That shit will fuck you up right quick.
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Spanish class begins tonight. Meanwhile I have decided to quit my anti-depressants cold turkey. I can handle this. It is not like I am quitting junk. I am hoping I will have the good sense not to freak out and spill out emotional bullshit like a knocked over drink, on those around me. Sometimes, I wish I could keep my mouth shut.
Do not insert fatty foods or mild altering pills. Do not speak of unpleasantries. Nobody wants to hear that shit.
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It is early morning in between the time of streets lights and sunrise, when bed head and lack of make-up are non visible, nor easily judged. Snooze buttons are being pummeled and lights on houses are just beginning to yellow window sills, as we step on to ice-encrusted grass. Horchata and I have been going for walks in the morning. And it is about half a lap or so before even I ( if you know me-you know i talk more than a parrot) utter a single word. Despite grumbles of cold discomfort and a disdain for exercise as a whole, we power on.
Yesterday, our VP informed us due to the 10 million unemployed, Heath Care is not Recession-Proof. We are cutting supply costs by 10%. “Don’t worry anybody. We are not laying anyone off….yet.”
No money for fish ice sculptures, damn it!
So I was thinking the other day, about the job market. -And how more and more, most of us are feeling inadequate in our job retaining abilities, that we are dispensable.
Which got me thinking about Pez
and my small collection.
Some dispensers are good. Being dispensable is not.
10 days until Coachella. 10 days until Coachella Ten Days, man.
71. I can ice skate.
72. I want to learn to surf.
73. I watched Gidget growing up. Including The New Gidget which was the boring married housewife Gidget.
74. My children all have biblical names. I don’t think that was actually planned on purpose, it just sort of worked out that way.
75. I was born in the city I live in but I have only lived here for 3 years.
76. I prefer beer to wine. From Stella Artois, Sierra Nevada and Heineken to Miller, Bud-light and Pabst Blue Ribbon, I prefer a pitcher rather than a carafe. I always say I don’t discriminate against beer but it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to choose a fine one.
like me some suds
77. I was born before microwave ovens and remote controls.
78. I remember when my parents brought home our first vcr.
79. I like funky socks.
80.I’m a tree hugger.
