Archive for January, 2001

Creamy, dreamy Sundays.
This is what Sundays are all about. Getting up at noon, early enough to enjoy the day but late enough to feel delicously lazy. Real World New Orleans on the tube (Julie’s my hero). Canadian White Bread toast and a microwaved latte. Techno on my `puter. No real plans, no real responsibilities. I wish my whole life could be like this…well, like this with a paycheck.
Neil and I had a huge fight last night at like three am. Like a knockdowndragemoutslammingdoorsscreaming profanitiesthrowingshit fight. It was rediculous and I’ll take half the blame but he totally flew off the handle when I asked him to take Penny out. Christ. You’d think I’d asked him to clean the toliet or something. Needless to say, he didn’t take Penny for a walk and when I got back from walking her, I was raring for a fight. I told him I could fight and that I don’t do that coldshoulderihateyou bullshit. We’re not in college anymore. We don’t need to leave each other notes on the bathroom mirror that say nasty stuff. I don’t do that anymore and it angered me to see him wanting to just ignore me and act mad and mutter swear words under his breath. We ended up staying up til 5 AM fighting and then talking and then him just ranting and me just listening. Things seem all better now. I hope.
Anyway, I hope to get up to the `rents today with Penny so she can run around like a crazy dog and play with Krissy and I can have some decent food since we have no food, although I did find a jar of spaghetti sauce in the cupbord while I was making coffee this AM.
Simple things thrill simple minds.

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Yet another exciting weekend.
Sometimes it’s nice to just kick back and hang out at La Casa de Jen y Neil. I don’t always need to go out every weekend and get so smashed I forget my name. Actually, I probably shouldn’t. We were supposed to have Chrissi over but she blew us off…I’ll wait while you recover from the shock.
Sigh.
I think that I’m just lonley or lazy or something.
Or something.
I’m so satisfied with almost all aspects of life right now. Well, most of them.
I could really use an extra hundred dollars a week.
And I wish a certain someone who just shows up at my house sometimes would show up more often.
Neil and I set up his blog tonight on blogspot. He hasn’t posted yet. He calls it Needles and Pins on stoptheworld. I call it angryjadedboredgayman.com.
Such a nice roomie.
Anyway, visit his site. I’m sure he’ll have some cool stuff up soon.

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Happy New Year!
You know, and I know that I’m not the first one to say this, but 2000 went by way too fast. Where did the year go? It seemed like just yesterday it was summertime, and I was deciding to go to Keene State. Now, 6 monthes later, I’m a Keene State drop out, working at a good job and living on my own.
Had probably the most decent New Years I’ve had in a long time. Invited Nick over and Neil’s ex-roomates ex-boyfriend, Jeremy, and his brother Joel showed up. We did the old-fashioned thing: got totally wasted and watched Dick Clark at 11:45, toasted at midnight…well, five after midnight because Nick couldn’t get the Tott’s open. : ) Called my parents and wished them a Happy New Year around 12:15, then drank some more and kicked everyone out at about four thirty.
How *exciting*. Do tell more.
I’ve been sleeping late this days on weekends. I’m not talking ten or eleven in the morning, I’m talking three or four in the afternoon. Today I got up at four thirty. I guess today was excusable since it is New Year’s Day and I had a bit of a headache, but that doesn’t excuse Saturday morning, when I got up at three o’clock. I also didn’t move off the couch on Saturday. Neil and I laid around in our pajamas all day and fought over the remote.
Nick and I went to the new Bickfords today and had breakfast at six o’clock at night, then drove around, went to Kmart, where we ran into Jeremy and Joel, then went to drop my rent off to a landlord who is never home. I don’t trust her enough to leave three hundred dollars in her mailbox. She’d screw me over in a heartbeat.
Back to work tomorrow. They’ve been warning me that January 2nd is the worst day of the year, since it’s so busy. I’m not that excited, partly because I’ve run extremely low on clothes this last week and I only have four dollars to last me until next Thursday. I owe my parents two hundred dollars since I neglected to pay them their customary hundred dollars a week that I have been paying them, due to the holiday season. I was supposed to go up and go over my checkbook with her. I’m so tired of having to be financially responsible to someone other than myself. It’s like that stupid checkbook is my last tie to being a child and I get so frustrated. I would so much rather just shutting down that account and getting my own checking account at another bank, one where my mother will never be able to make me feel like shit for bouncing a check, like it’s some immoral thing and that I’m headed straight to hell. I just want to be in charge of my own life and I’m not anymore. I’m just being pushed around. Not caring which way I’m going.
We all made resolutions last night and mine was to be more positive. Of course, that was only one. I’ve got all sorts of little ones to do, like to become financially independant, get up early in the morning and take Penny for nice long walks, eat less red meat, write in my blog more, take my medication, watch less TV…and so on.
I just want to be perfect…is that so wrong?

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