Monday, May 10, 2004
help me before I develop a vagina and cellulite!
I’m super tired today. I have no idea why. I surely slept 8 hours last night as well as 12 hours the night before. I should be so rested, it’s ridiculous. But after eating my lunch (consisting of the mandatory two slices of pizza), I crashed hard on my way back to work. I’m sitting here yawning as though I could fall over from sheer exhaustion.
Let’s see…pretty uneventful weekend overall. Did a great deal of writing on the script that we are developing for our next theatre production. Watched a ton of movies, including Ruthless People, The Order, Spy Kids 2 (it really wasn’t as bad as it seems), and It Runs in the Family, which is the sequel to A Christmas Story. I didn’t know there was a sequel either! It was pretty good too. Nothing to freak out about, but definitely a “must see” if you are into that whole Ralphie and his Red Rider BB gun, thing.
I also jerked off 4 times in the matter of 36 hours, but who’s counting, really.
Last nights Survivor finale was truly the highlight of all of my weekend adventures. It was three hours of non-stop joy for this Joe CuttheShit. Congrats Amber(!), although I totally wanted my boy, Rob Mariano, to take away the title. Ah well…that’s what you get for falling in love, eh Rob? And did that boy look GOOD last night, or twat?
In other news, I am slowly becoming a magazine whore. I can’t stop buying People, US Weekly, and In Touch magazine. I am fastly turning into a full blown woman. Someone help!
Is it wrong that after work I am going to go immediately over to Paul’s, climb in to bed, turn on the 2 hour presentation of The Swan and call it a night? Ah shit…I am FASTLY turning into a woman. Someone hand me the bon bons and do my nails. I prefer bright red or pink to match my pumps.
Ever feel like you were going to cry for no reason? All of a sudden I think I just caught a sob in my throat. I swallowed it down and sat here a little stunned. What do I have to cry about? Get a hold of yourself, you menstruating asshole!
I may need to go now. It’s quite possible that the more I type, the more my feminine side takes over. At this point, I’m craving long bubble baths and nights curled up on the phone, chatting with my closest girlfriends. Anyone up for a movie on Lifetime?
I’ll make the popcorn and meet you on the couch with a box of Kleenex.
I’m super tired today. I have no idea why. I surely slept 8 hours last night as well as 12 hours the night before. I should be so rested, it’s ridiculous. But after eating my lunch (consisting of the mandatory two slices of pizza), I crashed hard on my way back to work. I’m sitting here yawning as though I could fall over from sheer exhaustion.
Let’s see…pretty uneventful weekend overall. Did a great deal of writing on the script that we are developing for our next theatre production. Watched a ton of movies, including Ruthless People, The Order, Spy Kids 2 (it really wasn’t as bad as it seems), and It Runs in the Family, which is the sequel to A Christmas Story. I didn’t know there was a sequel either! It was pretty good too. Nothing to freak out about, but definitely a “must see” if you are into that whole Ralphie and his Red Rider BB gun, thing.
I also jerked off 4 times in the matter of 36 hours, but who’s counting, really.
Last nights Survivor finale was truly the highlight of all of my weekend adventures. It was three hours of non-stop joy for this Joe CuttheShit. Congrats Amber(!), although I totally wanted my boy, Rob Mariano, to take away the title. Ah well…that’s what you get for falling in love, eh Rob? And did that boy look GOOD last night, or twat?
In other news, I am slowly becoming a magazine whore. I can’t stop buying People, US Weekly, and In Touch magazine. I am fastly turning into a full blown woman. Someone help!
Is it wrong that after work I am going to go immediately over to Paul’s, climb in to bed, turn on the 2 hour presentation of The Swan and call it a night? Ah shit…I am FASTLY turning into a woman. Someone hand me the bon bons and do my nails. I prefer bright red or pink to match my pumps.
Ever feel like you were going to cry for no reason? All of a sudden I think I just caught a sob in my throat. I swallowed it down and sat here a little stunned. What do I have to cry about? Get a hold of yourself, you menstruating asshole!
I may need to go now. It’s quite possible that the more I type, the more my feminine side takes over. At this point, I’m craving long bubble baths and nights curled up on the phone, chatting with my closest girlfriends. Anyone up for a movie on Lifetime?
I’ll make the popcorn and meet you on the couch with a box of Kleenex.
