I got into Diaryland on my first try. I can't even remember that last time that happened!!
OK, there's been some changes in my little life in the last 2 weeks since I havn't been updating. Nothing terribly major, just stuff. For starters, I am now a productive member of society again. Yup, I got off my ass and got a job. Actually... Frankie got me a job, but I love him for it. Now, I had become very, VERY attached to the idea of just staying unemployed until my government supplied cash flow ran out, but this job pretty much just feel into my lap, and I had to do very little to actually get it, plus I really kind of like it AND they are giving me my vacation time to go to Florida (3 days!!!!!), so, I really can't complain.
The Sarah McLachlan concert was the other day. God she is so awesome and beautiful and talented and all the things so many "singers" aren't anymore. Everytime I see her live I remember the reasons I wanted to sing and write in the first place. She's just up there, with the words that she wrote, and shamelessly showing the feelings she had and just getting lost in the music and the power of the words. God I love her. God, I want to be her! Plus, she has never EVER written a song called "E-mail My Heart".
Oh, so Cris and I had to go over to Tara's today and intimidate the asshat she's currently in the middle of divorcing. He had the nerve to show up at her house after having not even stepped foot in the damn state since 2002. He didn't really do anything (I think he was very well aware that we really wanted to fuck him up, all we needed was a reason), but the fact that he thinks he has the right to breath the same air as those of us who don't spend our days thinking of new ways to hurt the ones we "love" was enough for me. I don't hate a lot of people, but I hate him with a passion I don't even have words for... and I have a lot of words. So, I decided to take a more artistic approach to my hatred for the Jackass. I give you "Portrait Of A Jackass and The Hottie Who Was Too Damn Good For Him Any Fucking Way and He Needs To Shut His Mouth And Know His Role Before I Punch Him In His God. Damn. HEAD!!:
Rot in hell, douschbag. Rot. In. Hell.
I was gonna make his shirt say "the NAVY made my brown eye blue", but I figured maybe that was going just a smidge far. Oh, and did I mention he gives those handjobs just for kicks, too? Sign up now, boys!
Anyways, I'm gonna jet, I only had 4 hours of sleep last night due to my body thinking 4:11am is the perfect time to get up, so, my plan is to be asleep by 10:00. Yeah, cause that ever happens... later days!!
*Mandy: Noun. Manly Lady See: Mrs. Doubtfire, Chyna, The Williams "Sisters"past / present