Thursday, May 27, 2004
*sweet baby dont cry.. yr tears are only alibis to prove you still feel, you only feel sorry for yrself*
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i cleaned my room! i came home from work and i cleaned. tonight was not too bad. i worked from 5-1130 or so. went to westway with lee. had the usual, plus cream of brocolli soup. we talked about derek and about chevys and about crap. we left to start walking to the bridge and it started raining. lee insisted it wasnt bad, then it started to pour. so i set my mind to enjoying the rain. and i did! we walked the usual 9th and 43rd to 58th and 2nd. at first i tried to fight the pouring rain with my hood, and then i gave up. we started jumping in puddles since we were soaked head to toe anyway. i was singing "wet! wet! wet!" then we would go under an overhang or scaffolding and i would sing "dry! dry! dry!" it was fun. lee was all mourning that im leaving soon at work tonight (he has decided to prepare for it) and so i was singing "i cant liiiiiiiiive if livin is with you.. i cant li-i-i-i-i-ve, i cant live anymore!!" at the top of my lungs. so then at the bridge i took a cab, and my cab driver was all talking politics with me, and he was like "i never met an american as open minded as you" and he tried to get me to give him my number so we could talk and that freaked me out so i totally told him i didnt have a phone. he was like 60 years old. and i dont wanna be friends with my cab driver. he asked where i work and i lied. i came upstairs, peeled off my soaking wet clothes. they are still dripping. i figure ill take care of them at the laundromat tomorrow. i might even wash my backpack, it got soaked. im reading the love machine , by the same woman who wrote valley of the dolls, right now, and it got wet, which i am bummed about. i have it pressed between some stuff right now so the paper doesnt totally get warped. my sneakers are also drenched, it'll be days before they are wearable. so yah i came home, and i cleaned my room. i have sooo much laundry cos im just assuming everything is dirty. i hung what was still folded from the last few trips to the laundromat, and put away socks that were still folded. my basker is overflowing, and i still have to find a way to bring my work clothes, my sheets and pillow cases, four more towels, and the wet jeans and sweatshirt and sweater. i hope i can get all my laundry done. its going to be expensive. i wish i had picked a day that i was off work, but if i get up at noon tomorrow then i can get there by 1230, have clothes in the dryer by like 115.. i want to go to the dollar store and buy some hangers. a bunch of my clothes are non dryer friendly bc its warmer out now and im wearing tank tops.. so im hoping to save at least one dryer for the air dry clothes.. i hope its not crowded. or that there isnt some lady doing all her familys laundry and taking up all the dryers with like 7 items in each one. grrrr.. that would be heartbreaking bc i neeeeed to do my laundry tomorrow. i mean i could do it friday bc i am off, but i dont wanna. i wanna be a waste of life on friday. sleep late. mmmmm. no laundry. i want my bed to be clean and fresh for me tomorrow night. perhaps i will have a gentleman caller. im doubting that, i figure he will have plans with justin or something. but a girl can dream. lee said he hung out with derek today bc they were moving justin and shasta into their new places. shasta moved in with lee, and justin moved in with derek. he said that derek was going to try to switch to a better station or just not work tomorrow night. if he doesnt work, then my chances for this week are totally gone. im not working friday night or saturday night. i picked up a sunday night shift, and i think he is working also, but i mean sunday is like forever away. that would suuuuuuck.
so thats that. im probably going to wake up late tomorrow. then ill go to work and be mad bc my backpack will still be all wet, and so will the contents of it, and then derek wont be there or something, and i will be sad. and come home alone, unfulfilled. grr. i need a man so i dont have to haphazardly fall into intimacy.
cursive
i cleaned my room! i came home from work and i cleaned. tonight was not too bad. i worked from 5-1130 or so. went to westway with lee. had the usual, plus cream of brocolli soup. we talked about derek and about chevys and about crap. we left to start walking to the bridge and it started raining. lee insisted it wasnt bad, then it started to pour. so i set my mind to enjoying the rain. and i did! we walked the usual 9th and 43rd to 58th and 2nd. at first i tried to fight the pouring rain with my hood, and then i gave up. we started jumping in puddles since we were soaked head to toe anyway. i was singing "wet! wet! wet!" then we would go under an overhang or scaffolding and i would sing "dry! dry! dry!" it was fun. lee was all mourning that im leaving soon at work tonight (he has decided to prepare for it) and so i was singing "i cant liiiiiiiiive if livin is with you.. i cant li-i-i-i-i-ve, i cant live anymore!!" at the top of my lungs. so then at the bridge i took a cab, and my cab driver was all talking politics with me, and he was like "i never met an american as open minded as you" and he tried to get me to give him my number so we could talk and that freaked me out so i totally told him i didnt have a phone. he was like 60 years old. and i dont wanna be friends with my cab driver. he asked where i work and i lied. i came upstairs, peeled off my soaking wet clothes. they are still dripping. i figure ill take care of them at the laundromat tomorrow. i might even wash my backpack, it got soaked. im reading the love machine , by the same woman who wrote valley of the dolls, right now, and it got wet, which i am bummed about. i have it pressed between some stuff right now so the paper doesnt totally get warped. my sneakers are also drenched, it'll be days before they are wearable. so yah i came home, and i cleaned my room. i have sooo much laundry cos im just assuming everything is dirty. i hung what was still folded from the last few trips to the laundromat, and put away socks that were still folded. my basker is overflowing, and i still have to find a way to bring my work clothes, my sheets and pillow cases, four more towels, and the wet jeans and sweatshirt and sweater. i hope i can get all my laundry done. its going to be expensive. i wish i had picked a day that i was off work, but if i get up at noon tomorrow then i can get there by 1230, have clothes in the dryer by like 115.. i want to go to the dollar store and buy some hangers. a bunch of my clothes are non dryer friendly bc its warmer out now and im wearing tank tops.. so im hoping to save at least one dryer for the air dry clothes.. i hope its not crowded. or that there isnt some lady doing all her familys laundry and taking up all the dryers with like 7 items in each one. grrrr.. that would be heartbreaking bc i neeeeed to do my laundry tomorrow. i mean i could do it friday bc i am off, but i dont wanna. i wanna be a waste of life on friday. sleep late. mmmmm. no laundry. i want my bed to be clean and fresh for me tomorrow night. perhaps i will have a gentleman caller. im doubting that, i figure he will have plans with justin or something. but a girl can dream. lee said he hung out with derek today bc they were moving justin and shasta into their new places. shasta moved in with lee, and justin moved in with derek. he said that derek was going to try to switch to a better station or just not work tomorrow night. if he doesnt work, then my chances for this week are totally gone. im not working friday night or saturday night. i picked up a sunday night shift, and i think he is working also, but i mean sunday is like forever away. that would suuuuuuck.
so thats that. im probably going to wake up late tomorrow. then ill go to work and be mad bc my backpack will still be all wet, and so will the contents of it, and then derek wont be there or something, and i will be sad. and come home alone, unfulfilled. grr. i need a man so i dont have to haphazardly fall into intimacy.
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