| 30 October 2002 |
| [Boo] |
| I'm anxiously waiting to pick up my cleaned and ironed Naughty Nurse costume . . . . |
| 19 October 2002 |
| [When dealing with cops, just act cute.] |
| I was pulled over last night in Covington for driving without my headlights on. I am so fucking grateful I quit drinking earlier than I had planned. The cop looked at my license for less than a second and told me drive safely. That, my friends, was either good karma or my get out of shit free card. I would have HATED to get a DUI so close to my 25th birthday, especially since my insurance rates will be dropping. Wew. |
| 14 October 2002 |
| [Here, the easy wrists. / Quick, neat, convenient] |
| My weekend was odd, to say the least. |
| 11 October 2002 |
| [A HUGE sigh of relief . . .] |
| Why? You might ask. The creepy woman living below me is not a registered "Sex Offender." Rather she's a registered "Sexual Predator." According to this website, anyway. The mugshot shown to me by the sheriff (as he was looking for her at my building the other day) clearly read -- in bold typeface -- "Sex Offender," however. |
| 07 October 2002 |
| [Smell of Old Sweat] |
| I'm not happy. With anything. Except my job. I like my job. But that's about it. |
| 06 October 2002 |
| [On the agenda for the rest of tonite . . .] |
| and tomorrow: grading papers. I really need to get my eyes checked. |
| 03 October 2002 |
| [For the Love of Medical Science] |
| I'm participating in a medical study tomorrow to make some extra
cash. One-hundred bucks for 2 hours of my time = not a bad deal. Initially,
I was planning on doing this Saturday, but family issues have abruptly
consumed my weekend. Luckily, I was able to get an appointment for
tomorrow (I almost had to wait until November), so hopefully this
will help with my lack o' money issue currently plaguing me. I was
instructed not to eat after 9:30 tonight, as I am getting a blood
draw. It's 10:30pm and I'm fucking starving, trying to fill my belly with bottled water. The fact that I've been waking up at quarter till 6am (i.e. before God wakes up) this week (in general, I'm a sleep 'till noon kind of gal) caught up with me. I slept all afternoon and most of the evening. My eating opportunities are OVER! I think I hear my stomach eating itself. How delightful. |
| 01 October 2002 |
| [Sitting here, taking Xanax . . .] |
| and wanting a Slushie or slush-type product. However, this will require a trip to the local ghetto. Let me rephrase that. This will require me to leave the safety of 45220 and enter 45219. Though fairly neck in neck in the murder and violent crime quote, 45219 is a bit scarier -- However, I pretty much "grew up" in 45219 as a stupid teenager, who saw no problem in drinking 40s from a paper bag and accepting car rides from strange men with shaved heads and getting kicked out of music venues for supposedly doing bad things in the bathroom: "Is that laced with angel dust?" "No, sir, I'm 17." It's amazing I made it through high school. |
| 01 October 2002 |
| [ac-hoo] |
| I think I'm allergic to Sandra Bullock. |