thedarksiren2 | (no subject)

Today was the kind of day where I seriously thought that no one could touch my joy nor take it away.

My boss tried, and all but succeeded until I made a comment about how my goal in life was to be a "good girl," and get the rewarding pat-on-the-head from my master, like an obedient dog.

He called later and apologized.
heh

I hid in the office tonight, mostly. I need to withdraw myself a bit from the work-deal. I mean, getting so stressed that I bust a vessel in my eyeball can't mean anything good.

Almost had tornadoes...no go though. Too bad...might have made the night more interesting.

Came home to bad bass, Meg Lee Chin wailing on my stereo and

wraptboy painting like a fool. I noticed one of his projects from this evening is rather phallic, in that not-circumcised kinda way, no less.

I think I hurt is head.

We meandered our ways towards Lincoln Park Pub to shoot pool and drink quickly...too many words = 1:45 A.M. Holy shite...I notice I have been up much too long, and my body starts deteriorating into mush and lethargy. Must....guzzle...Red...Stripe.....*gulp!*

There is an Uber-Pudmeister in the vicinity, trying to be suave and fabulous but failing miseraly; he says, "hey baby, how's it going?" I give him one-word answers and excuse myself.

I just wanna play pool, dammit. Lose myself in something that is really inconsequential to my life. But the music stops, so i wander toward the jukebox...

It's all about the Jukebox, baby

In walks

bladernr, Todd (the guy who plays with the Cleveland Symphony - very cool creature. I think I could learn a lot from him if it weren't for the strict social context in which we know each other), who immediately mentions how good I smell. I was not prepared for the compliment, but thank him with a forced smile (I am tired, dammit!) and try to ask him for a suggestion on the jukebox, but he walks away. HRMPH! well, not really, but it was kind of a disappointment.

I stand making my selections carefully...the music one shoots pool to is integral to the game, at least to MY game. But then all these nimrods start flocking around me..."Play THAT! No, wait! Play THAT!!!"

I tell them that when their money is in the machine, i will play their music. but for now, it's my two dollars, so fuck off.

They ignore me, as any drunkard might. *sigh!*

Still words words words...I begin punching in mellow music, that which will soothe me considerably, but definitely annoy the shite outta these idiots. They keep yelling in my ears till finally I burst:

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE< AND WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN MY SPACE???!!!"

I pushed my way through them as I finished, and managed to play the worst game of pool I have ever played in my entire life.

I recall

bladernr and his friends, now consisting of another, obviously drunk-as-hayel Ed-guy, talking about chic's racks. I take a glance at what they are looking at, and then consider the situation, trying to put myself in their shoes: The girl had NOTHIN' goin' on up there, let alone upon her chest. I looked their way, meeting one of the guy's eyes, and laughed a bit. He blushed, and they wandered off into the night.

Walked the dog upon returning to Jawndomay. Washed my face, brushed my teeth, and now find myself in another late-night conversation with my oldest brother on AIM.

Of all my siblings, I wish he and I lived closer together. He is the person I should have idolized growing up. But, it didn't happen. So now we find ourselves in similar lives, ideas, etc. It's kind of nice to find that one of your five siblings likes you and has something significant in common with you.

The other four? Oh, don't even ask right now. It's too late/ early...you get it.

Hmm...sleep sounds like a plan.

OHHH!!! And my friend the Roman guy...his band is playing at the All-Star Indians Jamm thingamajig tomorrow night. I am not going...I have very little cash right now, which is another reason bars are bad for me, and would like to have gas money for the rest of the week.

eww!! My brother said that i need to take it easy on myself, like abide by my dad's philosophy (or so he says it's his):

"Don't sweat the petty stuff, pet the sweaty stuff"

EWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, I am DONE for the night! ACK!!!!!