I'm pretty much as annoyed by that song as I find myself enjoying it. Pick the pace up and then we can 'let it rock'. Could be a nice dance-house/acid-house/techno bit. But it is just too slow. And the goofy spoken rap thing is just lame. And yet I listen for a minute before I turn the station....
Anyway. Lately, lots really. I'm asserting myself at work, even if the boss doesn't go for the ideas. At least he knows that I do give a shit about that place, even though I deny it most days. Right now everyone hates everyone else. Seriously. I have to try to fix it or leave. Simple.
There was a fundraiser for the shelter (feline) that my mom (and sometimes I) volunteer at. I got the most fundraiser sales plus cash donations and physical donations. I was told I could sell a freezer to an Eskimo. Funny thing is my opening line was, "So, who wants to buy some over-priced fundraiser cookies?"
I've been keeping up with the gym and enjoying it. I wish I could spend more time there but at 9 or 9:30p, you kind of just don't want to linger, you know? And the one trainer is a trip so he and I laugh like kids when we're there together.
Best of all, I've been shopping like a madwoman. Yes, I know I hate shopping, but not at the moment. And I don't think it's mania. I think I've lost myself in so many ways that I feel like I have nothing to define myself by, save my music. So I've shopped. And when all else falls away I will know I am me by my goth/rockabilly/pinup style. I want to be the girl that wears her rockabilly tulle dress with satin sash simply to shop for groceries. That way, I'll know it's me.
Remember my little surgery from a couple of months ago? Well, we might be having more of a problem. 'We' meaning my ovaries and I. The next few days will tell my course of action as far as a doc appt goes.
Oh, and did I mention that I'm utterly psychotic and unpredictable? Yesterday I did a u-turn in the middle of the road, slammed my car to a halt about 4" from the plate glass window of a store and got out screaming obscenities at my mother. Hey, she started it. Well, she did. We'll speak eventually. Of course this may have something to do with above topic.
Although it is just after midnight and I have yet to turn into a pumpkin, squash or gourd, I shall take my leave. Rest is required. After all, when I arrive, I bring the fire.
Be well xoxo
6 comments:
Hey kiddo,
You feel like your losing it eh?
If you know you are losing it you are not. So hang in there!
peace
Yes, hang in there. I do love the vision of a rockabilly tulle dress at the local market. You'd fit right in where I live--not that rockabilly is the style, but...random style is; no one even raises an eyebrow.
Back to editing and deadlines...
i heart you. lol.
Y'know I've always wondered what in hell's name is a gourd?! I do know they follow one around slavishly in Monty Python's Life of Brian but...but...
Wear that frock to market girl!
GD xx
I need to google 'tulle'. I know it's a sort of fabric but I couldn't actually point it out. I get the idea, though. I find myself wishing lately that I was still a lithe 20-year old that could get away with wearing some of the stuff that's in the shops at the moment. You know, throwback things to the 80's - lace & shiny stuff but with lots of denim too. Cute dresses. Very Madonna (in her Like a Virgin phase).
But please, no bubble-dresses!
{sigh}
I'd join you at the store. It's great you have discovered the joy of shopping even if it is only temporary.
I googled tulle. Cool :-)
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