12 January 2006

Yesterday didn't work out as planned per se. After I got some running around done, I started some vegetables in the vegetable steamer and laid down for a quick nap, thinking the buzz of the steamer would wake me up. This of course was at 7:00 p.m.

I slept till 2:30 a.m. OOPS. It happens. I was awake for awhile, but I was in such a fog, I don't remember much, of anything.

Known for my bizzare dreams, I seldom have nightmares. Very rarely. Dreamed of being at my parents house, and there was something going on over at the neighbors. SOmething to do with a murder that I saw happen, and I was the only whitness. The person who committed the murder didn't know, I knew what I did. Went back home and called 911 and barely could talk. The police never came and I became the huanted, running in the backyard in my underware. Odd.

So here we are. 4:00 a.m. Time to start my day!
Slept again most of the day away. Shhhh Don't tell anyone!

Posted early this a.m. to one of many art groups I belong to about using nudity in a book spread based on the alphabet. I have the letter X. Triple X baby! Holy shit was that idea shot down faster than UFO. Woah Nelly. Although I find it a creative hinderance, I understand some people don't realise that we all have naked parts, and really nudity is no big deal-or maybe is it just me.

My internet connection is being a big poopy head. I mean, really! How am I supposed to look at internet porn when it keeps on phasing in and out. Come on people!
I'm a post office girl. I get all my packages, slips ready, and when I get to the window I am all set. I've played this game before.

Today I get up to the window with about 8 small padded envenlopes, and 1 pacakage. The teller tells me: I can't wait on you. My shift is done, and I can't handle all that.

WTF! So I went yet to another teller, and he proceded to help me. The icing on the cake, Mr. Asshole picked his pubic hair all the while Virgil (the other teller) took care of my parcels.

What is with this. So you work 2 fucking minutes over the time you are to be done. Big fucking deal. Not only do my tax dollars pay for your goverment job asshole, but my postal costs as well. Not to say its a fucking bitch that the greater rochester and USA system for that matter is out of fucking 2 cents stamps. Real smart fuckwads. You raise the postage and then are NOT prepared to handle the increase yourself with making more 2 cents stamps.

Next week I'm just going to fucking order a bunch of carrier pigeons from ebay and be done with it. Where is my OWL post when I need it.

FUCK!

Profile

Kevin

May 2025

S M T W T F S
    123
45678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
25 262728293031

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated 8 July 2025 19:35
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios