Oct 18 2009 ~ Sunday
Hot tea, good tunes, an empty house...sigh...so good.
Ayla was indoors all day yesterday and was going a little stir crazy so I was glad she had plans for the evening...she is a cranky buzz kill.
Just realized the anniversary of the worst day of the Jen Universe is on a Saturday...I fucking HATE it when it falls on a work day...there is something inherently wrong with having that in your head and then having to go through the motions of daily mindless matter-less bullshit. Now, it has been 9 years since Glenn's been gone and I am pretty much at a place with it where it is what it is, I certainly can't do fuck all about it...I am far past the wallowing stage of grief & mindfuckedness but the day is a weird one even at best so this year I can at least not have to be at work. Getting used to something is a blessing and a curse - truly.
Hot Donna is ZIPLINING today...shit day for it but I cannot wait for her account of how it went...she has a flare for storytelling, making events even funnier with her colorful descriptive flare! GOOD LUCK DONNA! DON'T DIE FOR SHITS SAKE!
I am gunna wander downtown today...got a few things to gather at the Village of Value ~ MuHahahaha...and I may even hit a movie...I will go to Ayla's theatre so I can embarrass her...she thinks it is truly pathetic and pitiful seeing me go to movies by myself...if you look around there are frequently others with my same pathetic and pitiful nature but she focus's on just my pitiful nature...{eyeroll} Seriously...if I waited to do what I wanted 2 do until I had someone to do it with I would be a rotting skeletal corpse in my bedroom....with a cordless phone or a book in my bony dead hand...besides my husband Gerard Butler has a new movie out and I think 90 mins + of him being angry and getting revenge on ppl who killed his family will be sexy as shit...maybe he will show me his arms....
My mother called me yesterday. This is not typical as I just talked to her on her b'day October 10th. Much too soon...much too soon. I couldn't answer b/c I was staring at James Hetfield on the TV. It's true.
Z is talking to me about dead babies and baseball as a method to keep his dick soft. Gotta go.
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