Saturday, December 29, 2007

19. Closetative Properties

I just made an appointment for Tuesday to see about designing a wardrobe insert for the bedroom closet through Ikea. Hoo-ray! I have $500 from the sale of my treadmill...but looking at this whole catalog, I'm not sure that's going to be enough. Still, the consultation is free. I am dying to finally do some renovatey type stuffs to our house.


Saturday, December 22, 2007

18. Coin Laundry

Why is it that I am unable to locate a cocktail-serving coin laundry in this city?
Seriously! I've looked everywhere.

I smell a delite-ful business venture. I do. I may just have to do it.

Friday, December 21, 2007

17. No More

My goldfish died.
I had him for more than three years. He was wonderful.
Whenever I was upset I could watch him swim and feel happy again.
I never had a fish live so long.
I started to think he would live forever, but he didn't.

It's strange how much you can love a pet you never touch. But he was peaceful and good. He made me feel calm when I felt lost.
I am crushed.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

16. Waffle Baby

Perhaps it is the pms, but I have felt tears pressing against the back of my face for 2 days now. I am emotionally exhausted, yet they won't come out. Work has left me feeling too high strung. Any sense of professionalism I had has flown out the window. I find myself swearing like a sailor, and I don't care who sees me. Whenever a sentence calls for a pause, I toss in the word -Fuck- to fill the space. Today, in a ball of angry fits, I actually growled at my boss. Chattered my teeth like an agitated circus monkey. She (of course) told me I'm bat-shit.

In rising to meet our increased holiday volumes, being shat upon by all my surrounding work groups, trying to salvage a custom card program that is literally exploding under pressure, and still trying to make this a lovely Christmas holiday for my most loveded ones, I feel I am about to crash. But tomorrow is Friday. This weekend is only the eye of a holiday storm, but if I can just forget my employer exists for 2 days; 2 measly days...I might be able to collect myself a bit and calm down.

Matt made rad plans for a date on Sunday. He's taking me out for dinner and Christmas lights, at the same time. We're going to grab a pizza from Domino's to share while we drive. I'm excited, it should be super fun. Even the dogs can come. So at least there's that to look forward to.

I'm also hoping to make some waffles on Saturday. Waffles and Saturday mornings are such a perfect combo they should hold hands and run away together. While they're at it, they should make some babies. Because Waffle-Saturday babies equal longer weekends and all day brunches. And that is a delightful thought indeed.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

15. On Edge

I need out of this fucking town. Maybe it's just today, but I have an intense urge to run. I need a strange city and a labyrinth of streets to wander for a while. I've got a craving for all night diners and greasy hashbrowns. For digital photos filled with tracers and unusual people to watch on the street.

It seems like no matter how big the city, after a while I start to feel clausterphobic and bored. Right now I'm about to crawl out of my skin. Something needs to change because every day looks the same.