Oct. 4th, 2002

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I hate my sleeping problem. It's getting to the point where about 8am, I get frustrated and pop excedrin PM. The only problem with this is getting up is a monster. And I'm cranky. Today I came to the realization that....

I HATE LIVING WITH PEOPLE!!!THEY SUCK!!!!I HATE WAITING FOR THE BATHROOM!!!!I HATE BEING EXPECTED TO BE NICE ALL THE TIME OUTSIDE THE CONFINES OF OUR ROOM!!!!!I HATE HAVING TO GET DRESSED TO GO TO THE FUCKING BATHROOM SO MY NUDITY DOESN'T FREAK SOMEONE OUT!!!!!I HATE LITTLE NOTES!!!!!I HATE ANAL RETENTIVE NEAT FREAKS!!!!THERE ARE TOO MANY ANIMALS IN OUR HOUSE!!!!I LOVE CATS!!!I LOVE DOGS!!!!!5 OF THEM IS A LITTLE MUCH!!!!!I HATE NOT KNOWING WHETHER SOMEONE IS REALLY TELLING THE TRUTH ABOUT HOW MUCH THE BILLS ARE GOING UP SO RENT'S BEING RAISED!!!!!I HATE HAVING TO BE CIVIL AND SHARE EATING SPACE!!!!!I WANT TO SULK OVER DINNER GODDAMNIT!!!!I DO NOT NEED TO BE LIVING WITH PEOPLE!!!!!!I HATE LIVING WITH PEOPLE!!!!I WANT THE BATHROOM WHEN I WANT IT!!!!!I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO GET DRESSED TO TAKE A FUCKING PISS!!!!!

Okay I'm done now. I don't mind living with my workout partner. Nudity and neat-freakishness isn't a problem. Neither is 5 pets or not knowing what's really going on with the rent or sharing the damn bathroom. I can tolerate his being in my space remarkably well. Even though I'd like to have more space. Or even a nice dingy run down box apartment on Capitol Hill again all to my naked bathroom going self.

Our roommate, the guy that owns the house, isn't a bad guy, but not someone I'd seek out to spend a considerable amount of time with (i.e. sleep in the same vicinity) or deal with much. As it is, my little mood swings have to be kept quiet as I growl in the bedroom and my workout partner smooths things out. I couldn't help it. I slept for 9 hours finally, woke up with that life sucks notion and a raging desire to take a piss. Just as I come to and realize my little problem, I hear the bathroom door shut and the shower running.

Luckily it was a quick one. However, when I heard the door open again, I suddenly realized that I had to find something to cover up in my mad dash to relieve myself. While fumbling for something, roommates new fuck-toy goes into bathroom as I burst out into the hallway as the door shuts and scream at roommate, standing there in a towel, "IS THERE SOMEBODY IN THE BATHROOM?????!!!!!!!" He says yes as I punch our bedroom door before retreating into bedroom and slamming it. Workout partner sheepishly says he'll let me know as soon as the bathroom's open again. I'm sure my little mood swing was not appreciated by members of the house that do not sleep with me. I think my workout partner's used to it, shrugs it off, and doesn't take it personally. I just don't wake up well especially after OTC-induced sleep.

That's my shit for the day. I'll leave now with a little something for a particular LJ user. (You know who you are....)

"I don't want to say any more. It'll end up on live journal tomorrow as an anonymous quote."

WhooHoo!!!

Oct. 4th, 2002 05:56 am
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I just checked Kaazaa Lite traffic and it's currently downloading Dancing Queen by ABBA!!!

My workout partner's gonna kill me.

We mixed his mp3's with my mp3's and putting up all the files on random making for some interesting musical train wrecks.

Stone Temple Pilots followed by David Bowie followed by Velvet Underground followed by Revolting Cocks followed by Save Ferris followed by Embrace followed by Fear Factory followed by Tom Jones followed by Goldfinger followed by Leftfield followed by Skinny Puppy followed by Pretenders followed by Morrissey followed by Toad the Wet Sprocket followed by Duran Duran followed by Killing Joke followed by INXS followed by Pennywise followed by instrumental muzac covers of Tori Amos. It's quite the mindfuck seeing as we have over 3100 of them with more on the way.

I love making disturbing musical art.
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I was going to post an embarrassing story entitled reason number 2,457 why the Rocket Queen doesn't drink anymore involving naive drunk girls from Squim, WA, moments from the exorcist, disappearing hands and flying tampons but then I thought, nah... some things just don't belong on Live Journal.
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Yes, I'm still here. Yes, I'm still nuts.

I tried the random function again. You'd think I'd learn. Every single one of them teenagers. High Schoolers. I feel dirty. No russians this time, though.

I love Hedwig and the Angry Inch. If it wasn't for this soundtrack, I would have gone seriously off the deep end last winter.

Spent a bit of time hiding in my closet the other morning. I hate it when I do that... But it's safer in there. Don't you know? Except when the clothes attack you.

I've been grousing about the state of the world lately. I'm beginning to feel there's nothing wrong with ignoring it as long as you have money coming in. Just live in your little bubble of your writing and dancing and lj posting, clubbing, sexual activity, etc. I mean, you only live once.

I've been beating myself up for being innappropriate, notorious, disrespectful of society, not normal. Trying to get a handle on what the "right" thing is.

I just don't want to be on my death bed wishing I'd just done SOMEthing rather than wondering what the "right" thing is. Besides, I don't like the general populace. I don't want to kill myself trying to fit in, slurping down prozac and tranquilizers so I can stop thinking and stay at home and hold down an office job, sitting there, rotting beneath the buzzing of flourescent lights.

I have a great big brain. I hate the fact I've been applying for retail. Sucks.

I talked to my old boss from the floundering computer company I used to work for. He told me I had a good head for code and should have pursued it more.

I learn the languages quickly. It wouldn't take that much of my great big brain to get a few certifications under my belt. I can also be an eccentric bastard and still write code.

Hmmmm....

I think it's time to go to bed. My workout partner is come to rescue me off the computer with a nifty shoulder rub.

Mmmmmmmmm...

Shoulder rub good.

Have I mentioned how much my workout partner rocks lately?
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