babble
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Straight up now tell me:
I've been home all week and have barely been able to get anything done. All I wanted to do all week was sleep and nest. I cleaned up the house a bit, but it's still a mess and I still wouldn't have people over. This bothers me, but what bothers me more is that I'll only have 8 days at home in the next 30 days. I need several weeks at home to just veg out and clean and do gross naked yoga poses in my front window. I like to freak out my neighbors. What? It centers me.
Tomorrow I'm headed to $NORTHAMERICANCITY$ to speak gloriously about $SOFTWAREPRODUCT$, which is cool except for the fact that I have to miss nifty Halloween parties at home, not to mention missing out on trying to beat $POKERBUDDY$ in the weekly neighbor tourney. (P.S. I have slides ready for next week, but have no idea what I'm going to actually say. Go improv!) Then I'm going to $NORTHERNEUROPEANCOUNTRY$ by myself because all of the eligible candidates for the trip have jobs and can't take time off work. Oh, how I long for a time when my friends were jobless fuckheads. Oh, and I have a tattoo appointment in NYC in December, so I'll be there at least 2-3 times more before the end of the year. Yeah, yeah, I know I am supposed to have a place there already. Be patient, fuckers.
God damn. I need a houseboy. Any takers?
P.S. Sulu came out. So did Sheryl Swoopes. Rock!
babbled by Kat @ 1:55:00 AM |
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