Thursday, April 01, 2004
(Big Breath) FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
Ever have one of those days when you want to punch someone in the face?
On top of being in a generally bad mood today, I was extremely happy to find out that Paul left my apartment after Kelly this morning and because he doesn’t have a set of my new house keys, the door was left unlocked for the day. Kelly assured me that everything would be ok and if it wasn’t for her, I might have cabbed it down to the East Village to scratch Paul’s eyes out. Just one of those days…
Anyway…last night I had the pleasure of watching Extreme Makeover. The episode focused on an engaged couple who was having a complete physical overhaul. The got facial reconstruction, tummy tucks, liposuction, and even new porcelain veneers. They didn’t see each other’s new looks until they met at the altar at their wedding. It was highly interesting to watch, although I tend to squirm during the operation scenes. I mean, can you NOT take a chisel to someone’s nasal bones on national TV please?
Paul ended up arriving at my house at 10pm. He had to cater a party at a restaurant near my apartment so he came over after he was finished. He was fucking wasted and he irritated me almost the entire time. I hate when he drinks. He acts like such a fucking tool bag. He grabs at me and says obnoxious shit. His face takes on this different look…his “wasted” look and it makes me INCREDIBLY uncomfortable. Needless to say, hanging out with him last night did not do anything to solve the problems that we are having in our relationship. In fact, I went to bed wanting nothing more than to be sleeping alone. Whatever…it’s hard to explain and no one seems to understand, so let’s just move on. (can you tell that I’m just NOT in the mood today?)
When I was taking my nap at lunch, I had a really bad 30 second dream.
In the dream I was looking in the mirror when all of a sudden my front teeth started to vibrate painfully until they vibrated so much that a chunk of my front tooth cracked out of my mouth and fell into my hand. There was a stream of blood that followed. I immediately woke up after it happened and lay on my back rubbing my teeth with my fingers. Today sucks, even dream wise.
In other news, I am very much looking forward to watching The Apprentice and ER tonight. If that doesn’t cheer me up, I don’t know what will. I will be especially annoyed if my boy Nicholas gets fired tonight. It’s hard to fall in love with someone, only to find out that they are a failure. hahahahaha sike. Ok, not so sike.
I don’t know if I mentioned it earlier, but my brother did in fact receive the Bronze Star for his work in Iraq! 750 soldiers were nominated and 12 received the award in a ceremony last week. My brother was one of these proud 12. My family couldn’t be more in awe of him than we already are. He is such a superstar and so brave. I can’t believe the greatness that has come out of him. It’s really something else.
I continue to sit here in NYC wallowing my life away with unimportant bullshit. I’m not at all comparing my activities with those of my brother, but I would be lying if I said it didn’t cross my mind a lot.
A lot.
Anyways, one more hour and I can escape my job and do something with myself. I need a change of environment, I think. Maybe that will cheer me up a bit. Go outside, smoke a butt, fuck a hot guy, and punch a beggar in the face.
There really is no better way to spend a rainy Thursday evening.
Ever have one of those days when you want to punch someone in the face?
On top of being in a generally bad mood today, I was extremely happy to find out that Paul left my apartment after Kelly this morning and because he doesn’t have a set of my new house keys, the door was left unlocked for the day. Kelly assured me that everything would be ok and if it wasn’t for her, I might have cabbed it down to the East Village to scratch Paul’s eyes out. Just one of those days…
Anyway…last night I had the pleasure of watching Extreme Makeover. The episode focused on an engaged couple who was having a complete physical overhaul. The got facial reconstruction, tummy tucks, liposuction, and even new porcelain veneers. They didn’t see each other’s new looks until they met at the altar at their wedding. It was highly interesting to watch, although I tend to squirm during the operation scenes. I mean, can you NOT take a chisel to someone’s nasal bones on national TV please?
Paul ended up arriving at my house at 10pm. He had to cater a party at a restaurant near my apartment so he came over after he was finished. He was fucking wasted and he irritated me almost the entire time. I hate when he drinks. He acts like such a fucking tool bag. He grabs at me and says obnoxious shit. His face takes on this different look…his “wasted” look and it makes me INCREDIBLY uncomfortable. Needless to say, hanging out with him last night did not do anything to solve the problems that we are having in our relationship. In fact, I went to bed wanting nothing more than to be sleeping alone. Whatever…it’s hard to explain and no one seems to understand, so let’s just move on. (can you tell that I’m just NOT in the mood today?)
When I was taking my nap at lunch, I had a really bad 30 second dream.
In the dream I was looking in the mirror when all of a sudden my front teeth started to vibrate painfully until they vibrated so much that a chunk of my front tooth cracked out of my mouth and fell into my hand. There was a stream of blood that followed. I immediately woke up after it happened and lay on my back rubbing my teeth with my fingers. Today sucks, even dream wise.
In other news, I am very much looking forward to watching The Apprentice and ER tonight. If that doesn’t cheer me up, I don’t know what will. I will be especially annoyed if my boy Nicholas gets fired tonight. It’s hard to fall in love with someone, only to find out that they are a failure. hahahahaha sike. Ok, not so sike.
I don’t know if I mentioned it earlier, but my brother did in fact receive the Bronze Star for his work in Iraq! 750 soldiers were nominated and 12 received the award in a ceremony last week. My brother was one of these proud 12. My family couldn’t be more in awe of him than we already are. He is such a superstar and so brave. I can’t believe the greatness that has come out of him. It’s really something else.
I continue to sit here in NYC wallowing my life away with unimportant bullshit. I’m not at all comparing my activities with those of my brother, but I would be lying if I said it didn’t cross my mind a lot.
A lot.
Anyways, one more hour and I can escape my job and do something with myself. I need a change of environment, I think. Maybe that will cheer me up a bit. Go outside, smoke a butt, fuck a hot guy, and punch a beggar in the face.
There really is no better way to spend a rainy Thursday evening.
