Anti-memorial day
May. 27th, 2002 01:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thedarksiren2I woke this morning with the li'l sparkly thingies still in their correct spots. My make-up had barely moved. I was the morning-after rock-star today! HA! HA!
I kind of recall having fallen into bed, thought about reading and then it was morning and dreams of angels dressed as raver girls, liquid dancing but they were really flying.
I just wanted a feather, or a kiss.
And then it's grar-rock on 92.3, because it annoys me enough to get my arse out of bed.
I recall sights, sounds...illegitimate kisses, furrowed brows, angst-ridden Cables, stompy boots that I drool-drool-drool to own, tight red corsetry on lovely goth girls, burly men not pretty enough to hold my attention, LOTS of fog in my still-sore eyes, not enough of alcohol to be loud and surly on my own. I needed a cohort, someone to point and giggle with. But instead a gave some man advice on how to deal with his girlfriend (I think?) being late for everything by hours. I have so much room to give advice here too, lemme tell you. (Eastern Dawndom Time PREVAILS!)
I must admit, i am rather disgruntled about some things this afternoon. I found someone else with my default user-pic, only antiqued. That urks me.
I also, and mostly, do not want to work. I want to eat ribs, get corn on the cob stuck in my teeth, drink gawd-awful beer and be a dork this afternoon. Instead, I am off to the job, and must go soon lest I get pulled over like last year in Middlefuck-heights for going five MPH over the speedlimit. Ok, I was going more like 15, but hey! I didn't want to be late. I was though...VERY late.
And the Q at work expects me to be at a meeting at 8AM tomorrow, after working till 11pm? WTF ever.
Hope everyone is recovering from whatever ails them this day. Dare I say that my dreams were just my fears caving in on my psyche? It would so seem...
I kind of recall having fallen into bed, thought about reading and then it was morning and dreams of angels dressed as raver girls, liquid dancing but they were really flying.
I just wanted a feather, or a kiss.
And then it's grar-rock on 92.3, because it annoys me enough to get my arse out of bed.
I recall sights, sounds...illegitimate kisses, furrowed brows, angst-ridden Cables, stompy boots that I drool-drool-drool to own, tight red corsetry on lovely goth girls, burly men not pretty enough to hold my attention, LOTS of fog in my still-sore eyes, not enough of alcohol to be loud and surly on my own. I needed a cohort, someone to point and giggle with. But instead a gave some man advice on how to deal with his girlfriend (I think?) being late for everything by hours. I have so much room to give advice here too, lemme tell you. (Eastern Dawndom Time PREVAILS!)
I must admit, i am rather disgruntled about some things this afternoon. I found someone else with my default user-pic, only antiqued. That urks me.
I also, and mostly, do not want to work. I want to eat ribs, get corn on the cob stuck in my teeth, drink gawd-awful beer and be a dork this afternoon. Instead, I am off to the job, and must go soon lest I get pulled over like last year in Middlefuck-heights for going five MPH over the speedlimit. Ok, I was going more like 15, but hey! I didn't want to be late. I was though...VERY late.
And the Q at work expects me to be at a meeting at 8AM tomorrow, after working till 11pm? WTF ever.
Hope everyone is recovering from whatever ails them this day. Dare I say that my dreams were just my fears caving in on my psyche? It would so seem...
