grh.
starting 2005 by working was not a good thing. it took 3 energy drinks, one tall rocket fuel juice with guarana and a tall flat white to get anything even close to a smile out of me today.
(alright, that kitty is starting to freak me out. it's sitting on top of my monitor, staring at me intensively with that Wild Eyed Kitty[tm] expression and whinging. i feel like i was a bloody drumstick!)
the mexican boy next door dragged me out to the townie for a drink and catching up. which was nice. and even better since i was able to be a good girl and instead of the usual wine/whiskey/cider i had a plain cranberry juice. tasty, healthy and perty. and it looks like we might end up having a movie night tomorrow. entertainment is always a good thing.
tomorrow is (FINALLY) a day off. i think i'll make an official start of the new year girly pampering day out of it. and then i can finish off with a nice fucked up movie night featuring pink flamingos and sick: the life and death of bob flanagan, supermasochist. perfectly healthy and soothing material to inspire both body and soul.
(alright, that kitty is starting to freak me out. it's sitting on top of my monitor, staring at me intensively with that Wild Eyed Kitty[tm] expression and whinging. i feel like i was a bloody drumstick!)
the mexican boy next door dragged me out to the townie for a drink and catching up. which was nice. and even better since i was able to be a good girl and instead of the usual wine/whiskey/cider i had a plain cranberry juice. tasty, healthy and perty. and it looks like we might end up having a movie night tomorrow. entertainment is always a good thing.
tomorrow is (FINALLY) a day off. i think i'll make an official start of the new year girly pampering day out of it. and then i can finish off with a nice fucked up movie night featuring pink flamingos and sick: the life and death of bob flanagan, supermasochist. perfectly healthy and soothing material to inspire both body and soul.
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