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design | host it was an honest mistake I know it's not as if anyone cares, but our DSL went tits up yesterday. i'm typing this from my aunt's house. it wasn't going to be fixed until friday, but the repairman came early today. and told us our connection wasn't compatible with our house... and it will be out until saturday. so fuck. no internet except for at my aunt's house, no messenger, no email. i might as well have died, right? I'm off work tonight, so it looks like i'll be guitaring like a motherfucker, what with the internet laughing at my misfortune. fuck you internet! i shall be victorious! other than that things have been boring. i babysat Seth tuesday, an articulate boy of three years. he was inquisitive enough to ask me, after serious concentration on my belt buckle, if i have a penis. "No, Seth. I do not have a penis." after narrowing it down a little, he got it right on the second guess. "Vagina!" "Yes Seth. You got it right. I have a vagina. hurray." I share this not only as an amusing and disturbing anecdote, but also as a plea for some sort of life. Seth's random guessing as to what lies under my belt should not be the only sort of male attention i get. i am starved for touch other than that of small hands pulling my hair. i have been told by several sources that i quote "need a boyfriend." i think that, once i start to actually get paid for my time as the pizza whore, i will spend a small part of my wages going to some shows, because Las Vegas, from what i can find out on the internet, has a pretty decent local music scene. i'm going to wear a strapless bra and a corset top with a grey skirt. fishnets, chuck taylors. i'm going to put gobs of makeup on my eyes and hit the town sometime, because, though my dislike for the entire human race is immense, on days when i do not daydream of swinging from a noose, i daydream about meeting a special someone whilst taking in live music. perhaps i will take my sister (or just as likely my mother, since i am a fucking pansy and do not have a drivers licence,) so as not to get raped by some strange man. though, after further consideration i think such an even unlikely, as no one wants what i have to offer. force will not be requiered. perhaps attractive young men should bring their friends with them so as not to be raped by me. on this disturbing note i bid you all farewell and ask that you do not take your internet for granted. i do not know when i shall update again, so i'll see you when i see you.
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