The Thirteen Tales

I didn't sleep last night. I didn't get to bed till 9:00 a.m. When I woke up, I thought to myself, that it would be a good idea to dismantle the computer room and turn it into the meditation room.

And that.....well its all down hill from there. I spent $88.00 in fabulouse crap at the Paws and Claws rummage sale for the humane society. FUCKING KICK ASS.

I can't sleep. My legs are bothering me. And I have to somewhat functional tomarrow, as I'm driving to pick up my house abstract from my parents. FUCK.

I busted my ass, getting the house and dinner ready. Seriously hauled ASS.

I cooked my two cheese, orange, almond raspberry vinagrette signature salad, with salmon steak covered in mustard and seasoning (Corriander, mustard seed and cumin with a champane sauce), and finished it off with my chocholate chocholate chocholate brownie/coffee ice cream for dessert.

Dinner went FLAWLESS, and the HOUSE was SUPER DUPER CLEAN. I fucking RULED that kitchen.

I wish conversation was as fantastic, but it wasn't. I felt like a 3 year old pulling a string toy waiting for it to quack.

It may of been just a tad too "gay" for him to take all in.

But he arrived on time, looked adorable, and failed to bring Mrs Dalloway her flowers. Next time, I'm going to buy them myself.

The only flaw was that while cutting the fresh lemmon, I cut my thumb pretty deep. At least I stoped the bleeding untill dinner was over. And NO nothing happened.

I have standards, low, but they are there.

Anyone want to do dishes for me? Anyone want to fold the three loads of laundry for me? Bueller? Bueller?

Worked last night, and have not gone to bed. For those keeping score at home, in 2.5 hours it will be 24 hours since sleep. I've decided to fuck it. I'll crash, when I crash. Ran some errons, saw my antique Dealers, and ran to Sal-Army which was alright. Picked up some Abercrombie and Fitch clothes, which always is a score. My entire closet may be a name-brand whores wet dream-but darling, the entire thing has been thrifted to the core. And then some.

Also for those playing at home, I have 2 dates schedueled tomarrow, with 2 differnt boys: Both of which are up in the air. Since my sexual libido is non-existant (much like my sleep pattern), there will be no hanky panky. Also they are schedueled 5 hours apart which works well. Go me.

Most importantly, I picked up a thing of liquid nails (FINALLY), at Ace Hardware which is about 3 purse throws from the house. And it was 1/2 the price of what I normally buy. Guess I will need to start shopping at Ace more often-duh. Planning on stu-stu-studio'ing up later in the weekend. AND, AND I don't work monday. Thank you very much, and on Tuesday, not only do I have orientee with me, I am FUCKING NOT CHARGE, and I won't have to float. It was up to 50 degrees in the Frozen Tundra today, which I took full advantage of: I laid out in the snow, in nothing but a thong. Its NEVER to early to start working on your base ladies, and according to Nina Garcia: Tan lines are back for 2007.

Apprently I look like shit. Feel like shit too-and the coffe isn't helping matters.
Also Grandma fell of the house this morning, and I'm cramping, yet again.

My gay ass is being sent home from work.