Friday the 13th thoughts
Dec. 13th, 2002 10:15 amBarry has an agent now so plans are changing yet again. My Virgo sensibilities are aquiver with chaos. I need a lie-down, seriously! Enough about me though, this is great news, really. Better a professional handle this than a bunch of nutty fans who have 0 experience in matters of booking. I have minimal experience but my location prevents my using them to any decent degree.
My boss asked me today if Friday the 13th was unlucky for me. I informed her, with typical Goth-like flourish, that every day of this year has been unlucky or otherwise unfortunate. My persistent grimness keeps her away from me and, even though this makes me infinitely gleeful, I'm loathe to show my pleasure for fear that she may return, thinking that the black clouds have dispersed. This delight within depression reminds me of a little poetic skit thing my grandmother used to do:
"I'm happy when I'm sad... I'm always feeling bad."
"How are you?"
"Terrible..."
"That's good!"
"I'm happy when I'm sad."
bwahahahah!
Lew has survived his cold and is planning on spending the weekend with us. Other than working at the answering service tomorrow, I'm looking forward to it all. Steph and I are supposed to get together to go shopping for Aunt Tudi's Christmas gift on either Saturday or Sunday, and Lew and I are meeting James on Sunday. It will be a festive occasion to be certain unless, of course, my appearance is a bit too unaesthetic.
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asim's journal has gotten me to wanting to get back into Middle Eastern Dance. I really need to get in touch with Cecily and grauwulf to see if they want to start this back up. I'm just wondering if I still fit in my make-shift bellydance outfit... Perhaps it's time to have a proper one made. I'd make it myself, but it'd look like Picasso had tried his hand at fashion designing, so I think I'll refrain from that particular misery for myself and my friends.
OK, back to work for me. Only 6 hours to go....and counting.
My boss asked me today if Friday the 13th was unlucky for me. I informed her, with typical Goth-like flourish, that every day of this year has been unlucky or otherwise unfortunate. My persistent grimness keeps her away from me and, even though this makes me infinitely gleeful, I'm loathe to show my pleasure for fear that she may return, thinking that the black clouds have dispersed. This delight within depression reminds me of a little poetic skit thing my grandmother used to do:
"I'm happy when I'm sad... I'm always feeling bad."
"How are you?"
"Terrible..."
"That's good!"
"I'm happy when I'm sad."
bwahahahah!
Lew has survived his cold and is planning on spending the weekend with us. Other than working at the answering service tomorrow, I'm looking forward to it all. Steph and I are supposed to get together to go shopping for Aunt Tudi's Christmas gift on either Saturday or Sunday, and Lew and I are meeting James on Sunday. It will be a festive occasion to be certain unless, of course, my appearance is a bit too unaesthetic.
Reading
asim's journal has gotten me to wanting to get back into Middle Eastern Dance. I really need to get in touch with Cecily and grauwulf to see if they want to start this back up. I'm just wondering if I still fit in my make-shift bellydance outfit... Perhaps it's time to have a proper one made. I'd make it myself, but it'd look like Picasso had tried his hand at fashion designing, so I think I'll refrain from that particular misery for myself and my friends.OK, back to work for me. Only 6 hours to go....and counting.
