Year of the Sloth
Jan. 7th, 2004 05:06 pmIf I felt like Chinese people were ever non-industrious and productive, the Sloth would have been featured on the calendar of the Chinese New Year. Fuck the rat. or the Ram. Actually, both.
Have been in constant state of denial that if I do not WRITE or TALK about my problems they will not EXIST. If I can't see you, you can NOT ruin my life... I mean, see me. Yea.
The solution actually involved getting out of our house and talking to one another where topics like chores and whatnot weren't the main focus because they weren't IN focus (i.e. we couldn't see mess, being out of the house -- ha ha. I'm sooo clever. Not)
New Year's Eve was fun and exciting. I was filled with SeaBreezes with WAY too much vodka -- Perfect! I dressed up in my sexy?slutty dress but felt v. marvelous even though Jesse has taken to calling me Hooty McBoob ever since. For some reason Hooty McBoob sounds worse than Scurvy McBoob, my pirate name. Go figure.
We went to Rhode Island right after New Year's and I had the chance to let someone ELSE be the house-elf (Thank you, Polly, Justin's mother) which made me infinitely less stressed out and Justin and I sort of re-discovered our youth. I went to a casino for the FIRST TIME, the "wonder of it all," FOXWOODS and I played $2-$4 poker and won $50. Yay! i'm glad that with all the poker chatting that goes on in my house I'd actually pick up something, even if it's only by osmosis. Stupid cerebellum.
Christmas was nice too. I got fabulous gifts, notably from
jammie718 in the form of KARAOKE REVOLUTION (yay!) which I used to corrupt the New Year's party but I also got a BEAUTIFUL teapot from
donotexist and
bannoubunkacoby with tea and a really interesting book from
capfox.
I feel v. bad about my conversation with jammie yesterday. I admitted that I had not called her during my period of icky home-lifeyness because I was afraid of, well, whatever... I can go into more detail in a less out-in-the-open entry ... Anyway, she sounded hurt and irked and it made me act funny, and well, jammzie. I'm sorry. I love you.
I start my official position on January 16th. I am nervous. Quite nervous. I will have a lot to do. Does anyone want to be my intern for a week or two? I can pay you $100/week!
I promise to only beat you occasionally and I don't drink coffee, so you'll never have to go and get me some. Ha!
I start the radio drama prep work with Booksie this week too. I'm excited. He wants me to try for some sort of Sean Connery-Miss Cleo hybrid accent. I'll have to see what I can conjure up.
( For 2004 )
Have been in constant state of denial that if I do not WRITE or TALK about my problems they will not EXIST. If I can't see you, you can NOT ruin my life... I mean, see me. Yea.
The solution actually involved getting out of our house and talking to one another where topics like chores and whatnot weren't the main focus because they weren't IN focus (i.e. we couldn't see mess, being out of the house -- ha ha. I'm sooo clever. Not)
New Year's Eve was fun and exciting. I was filled with SeaBreezes with WAY too much vodka -- Perfect! I dressed up in my sexy?slutty dress but felt v. marvelous even though Jesse has taken to calling me Hooty McBoob ever since. For some reason Hooty McBoob sounds worse than Scurvy McBoob, my pirate name. Go figure.
We went to Rhode Island right after New Year's and I had the chance to let someone ELSE be the house-elf (Thank you, Polly, Justin's mother) which made me infinitely less stressed out and Justin and I sort of re-discovered our youth. I went to a casino for the FIRST TIME, the "wonder of it all," FOXWOODS and I played $2-$4 poker and won $50. Yay! i'm glad that with all the poker chatting that goes on in my house I'd actually pick up something, even if it's only by osmosis. Stupid cerebellum.
Christmas was nice too. I got fabulous gifts, notably from
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I feel v. bad about my conversation with jammie yesterday. I admitted that I had not called her during my period of icky home-lifeyness because I was afraid of, well, whatever... I can go into more detail in a less out-in-the-open entry ... Anyway, she sounded hurt and irked and it made me act funny, and well, jammzie. I'm sorry. I love you.
I start my official position on January 16th. I am nervous. Quite nervous. I will have a lot to do. Does anyone want to be my intern for a week or two? I can pay you $100/week!
I promise to only beat you occasionally and I don't drink coffee, so you'll never have to go and get me some. Ha!
I start the radio drama prep work with Booksie this week too. I'm excited. He wants me to try for some sort of Sean Connery-Miss Cleo hybrid accent. I'll have to see what I can conjure up.
( For 2004 )