[another sunday post]
here i am again. sitting at love's computer while he snores and holds his junk. there's pounding somewhere in the house. things have been strange this weekend here so i don't think i want to go see what's going on. i'm hungry, though and i have couscous in the fridge. damn. i wish i was going to the bahamas. damn you, matt and hillary. my feet are cold and my fingers are sleeping. no SARO for me tonight either. what a wonderful weekend it has been, though. friday was a disappointment. resolved, though. mall fights. sweet best couple in the world drama. *sigh* i have to repaint my fingernails. i also have to clean up this mess. i should. i've been considering this: a letter written from my brain to my heart. somewhat of an autobiographical.... thing. this seems fit for me because of the past coflict between the two ever since i can remember and, now, the uniformity and harmony of the two because of the absent co-poster of this blog. thanks, lovedumps. today is mike russell's nineteenth birthday. i would like to give a shout out to him and his lovely yellow trailer which i will be visiting soon, but not soon enough to give an actual date. if you haven't figured out yet [any of you] i do actually plan to hang out with most of you, i just don't know when or where or how, so if you want to enjoy my presence you're going to have to do all the hard work. [monday, wednesday, and thursday evenings in the syracuse area are your best bet] [unless you catch me at a show and steal me for the night] [which in that case the show would have to be a good one because unlike others, i go there for the music and not the drama] [even though i am almost indefinitely involved in said drama that ensues at almost all shows] i need a job. i applied at the rite aid down the road from my house. that would be so convenient. the pounding has stopped. heating up couscous begins now. terrific. i make the best five minute, out-of-the-box roasted garlic and herb couscous you'll ever eat. i realized what the pounding was when i saw the 4 slabs of decimated cow meat on the broiler on the stove. should i feel righteous in despising ignorant slobs who talk too loud, weigh too much, and treat all others poorly because of their own failures in life? because i do. completely. i mean to type more. i've been pre-occupied with the genius of billie holiday. that woman... i swear. i still don't have a job. what the fuck. it's been a half an hour and no one will hire me. james and i were discussing our fall plans. originally we were going to boston. then i missed all the deadlines because i'm a moron. now it is most likely that we will stay here for an extra year while he gets his degree and i earn some credit locally... somewhere... probably oswego or SU. this means that i will be probably looking for an appartment this summer. [even though james thinks it's a severe waste of money] this also means that because i'm a poor little bitch that i will be looking for a roomate if i cannot convice sweet cheeks over here to live with me. [maybe if i shaved my legs more often =)] just random thoughts i guess. continuing with this... we talked about moving to montreal. that would be lovely. we'll see. it is now twenty minutes after seven and i have to wake up my reason for living. isn't romance wonderful? we are better than you.
- posted by angela @ 7:20 PM