Thursday, October 31, 2002
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
FUCKING YAY!
I think it is possible that Halloween is my favorite holiday of all time. There are no pressures, no relatives to see, no presents to buy...just good old fashion candy, costumes, and scary movies! What could be any better than that??
Tonight, Rita, Kelly and I will be going to Jake's for drinks. There we will drink and laugh and talk and probably SCARE eachother. Cuz how can you have a Halloween with no scares? Following this, we will then move over to the Gin Mill where we will drink and laugh and talk and SCARE again! After this we will go home to watch Rocky Horror!
Memble yesterday how I said that Kelly had something up her sleeve as far as Rocky Horror was concerned?
Well!
Rita and I woke up this morning to see the Rocky DVD sitting on our kitchen table. This ADORABLE roommate of mine went out and bought the DVD for our house. I mean, really! Is she the fucking best or what???
I woke up this morning and had literal butterflies from being so excited. Am I serious?? It's just Halloween, but to me it's my birthday!
My 26th birthday.
Work has been a beast in typical Halloween style.
I have never met a group of students that are so damn needy. I just had a guy in here that I swear was dressed as a baby. At least that was how he was acting.
Then there is this other girl (Ari, it's Dina) that just told me that she was going to "Ladie's" night at a lesbo bar. Um! That is totally cool if she would just admit that she was a lesbian! But she will never. I even caught her looking at a girl's ass recently. I feel sorry for people that feel trapped inside their straight persona. Especially when the person is fucking amazing. As Dina is.
So I just smile and say, "Have fun!" when I know that deep down she will be having more fun than she will ever let on.
pth.
Last night I opened up my Bible and read me some verses. Haven't even cracked my Bible in years. The feeling I had when I started to read was so overwhelming that I physically and emotionally felt small miracles begin to work. I have been begging for months for God to talk to me. Then I go and open up my Bible and lo and behold...God talks to me. It was such a powerful experience for me that I felt like a MORON for not having opened it sooner.
I have ear marked the passage that I read and will be commenting on it in more detail this weekend. Sorry for those of you who hate Bible/God talk. It's just such a huge part of my life.
Wait until you read what I read.
This Saturday night, Rita is taking me to a party for Jane magazine. She got an invite in the mail and she is allowed to bring one person. That person is going to be me! I might even wear a tie.
Fun right?
si mama.
Paul has been so adorable lately. Every phone call he makes to me is filled with nothing, but understanding and support. So, today, to reward him for being so perfect, I ripped his face off with my acid tongue.
oops.
Why do I do that??
He even said: "Joe, why are you lashing out at me? Why can't we just have things stay good for awhile?"
I was so embarrassed that I then put on my fake voice and was like: "Well, you go and have yourself a Happy Halloween!" "Yeah! I love you too!" Yeah! I MISS YOU TOO!"
Man, I was so annoying.
I hung up with him, went and had a smoke and then called him back after I had returned to my desk.
He wasn't there.
So of COURSE now I feel like a raging douchebag. Why do I act like that? Why am I mean to him for no reason some times? Am I not comfortable with things going well? GAH! STOP IT JOE! STOP IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW!
i thtopped it.
i better now.
HI RANDY!
What else?
My phone is STILL dead at my apartment. At this point, I have considered bringing home some heavy duty cans from work that I will connect by a very long, durable string. Kelly and Rita can take it with them when they go to work and I will keep the corresponding can at home. That way I can call them up and ask them to bring me home pizza sometimes.
I think it's a pretty good idea.
and I just love pizza.
Alright...have to jump on some projects that need to be done by 5pm.
Love me because I am beautiful.
Or hate me because I act like a lunatic sometimes.
Poor Paul. How does he possibly put up with me?
FUCKING YAY!
I think it is possible that Halloween is my favorite holiday of all time. There are no pressures, no relatives to see, no presents to buy...just good old fashion candy, costumes, and scary movies! What could be any better than that??
Tonight, Rita, Kelly and I will be going to Jake's for drinks. There we will drink and laugh and talk and probably SCARE eachother. Cuz how can you have a Halloween with no scares? Following this, we will then move over to the Gin Mill where we will drink and laugh and talk and SCARE again! After this we will go home to watch Rocky Horror!
Memble yesterday how I said that Kelly had something up her sleeve as far as Rocky Horror was concerned?
Well!
Rita and I woke up this morning to see the Rocky DVD sitting on our kitchen table. This ADORABLE roommate of mine went out and bought the DVD for our house. I mean, really! Is she the fucking best or what???
I woke up this morning and had literal butterflies from being so excited. Am I serious?? It's just Halloween, but to me it's my birthday!
My 26th birthday.
Work has been a beast in typical Halloween style.
I have never met a group of students that are so damn needy. I just had a guy in here that I swear was dressed as a baby. At least that was how he was acting.
Then there is this other girl (Ari, it's Dina) that just told me that she was going to "Ladie's" night at a lesbo bar. Um! That is totally cool if she would just admit that she was a lesbian! But she will never. I even caught her looking at a girl's ass recently. I feel sorry for people that feel trapped inside their straight persona. Especially when the person is fucking amazing. As Dina is.
So I just smile and say, "Have fun!" when I know that deep down she will be having more fun than she will ever let on.
pth.
Last night I opened up my Bible and read me some verses. Haven't even cracked my Bible in years. The feeling I had when I started to read was so overwhelming that I physically and emotionally felt small miracles begin to work. I have been begging for months for God to talk to me. Then I go and open up my Bible and lo and behold...God talks to me. It was such a powerful experience for me that I felt like a MORON for not having opened it sooner.
I have ear marked the passage that I read and will be commenting on it in more detail this weekend. Sorry for those of you who hate Bible/God talk. It's just such a huge part of my life.
Wait until you read what I read.
This Saturday night, Rita is taking me to a party for Jane magazine. She got an invite in the mail and she is allowed to bring one person. That person is going to be me! I might even wear a tie.
Fun right?
si mama.
Paul has been so adorable lately. Every phone call he makes to me is filled with nothing, but understanding and support. So, today, to reward him for being so perfect, I ripped his face off with my acid tongue.
oops.
Why do I do that??
He even said: "Joe, why are you lashing out at me? Why can't we just have things stay good for awhile?"
I was so embarrassed that I then put on my fake voice and was like: "Well, you go and have yourself a Happy Halloween!" "Yeah! I love you too!" Yeah! I MISS YOU TOO!"
Man, I was so annoying.
I hung up with him, went and had a smoke and then called him back after I had returned to my desk.
He wasn't there.
So of COURSE now I feel like a raging douchebag. Why do I act like that? Why am I mean to him for no reason some times? Am I not comfortable with things going well? GAH! STOP IT JOE! STOP IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW!
i thtopped it.
i better now.
HI RANDY!
What else?
My phone is STILL dead at my apartment. At this point, I have considered bringing home some heavy duty cans from work that I will connect by a very long, durable string. Kelly and Rita can take it with them when they go to work and I will keep the corresponding can at home. That way I can call them up and ask them to bring me home pizza sometimes.
I think it's a pretty good idea.
and I just love pizza.
Alright...have to jump on some projects that need to be done by 5pm.
Love me because I am beautiful.
Or hate me because I act like a lunatic sometimes.
Poor Paul. How does he possibly put up with me?
