Monthly Archives: September 2007

Just saw the ending and opening of the VMA

Justin, Timberland, Nelly F.  excellent.

Brittney Spears What The Fuck?!?

No.  Just No.

Don’t you have people to tell you what you’re wearing is just wrong.

Oy Vey.

Northern Renaissance Pleasure Faire

I am just drained from all of the stuff that I did today.  I guess the main thing is that I stopped overthinking everything and just went out and had a good time.  And spent TONS of money.  TONS!  At least I am now the owner of a kick-ass outfit for future Ren Faires.  No more rentals for me.  Also got my portrait drawn and got a picture of a geisha for my room.  I think that I need to find one or two more matching ones for my wall.

Testing some things

Lets see if this posts on my vox page too

Posting from work

Yay!!! It works.
Stuffed from lunch (chicken Quesadilla)
Have to sleep-walk through 3 more hours of work.
**yawn**

Feed the beast

Decided to stuff my face to fill the empty pit in my body.  And maybe veg out on World of Warcraft later.  internet porn if it gets desperate.

Weekend of torture

It’s a three day weekend and I should be out doing…something.  But my depression is setting in and all I want to do is to hole myself up in my room and do nothing.  It’s not like I don’t want to do nothing, but I have no one to do anything with.  And I am tired of going out by myself.  They say that you are suppose to go out to find someone, but what they don’t mention is the pain you go through when you don’t find anyone.  And I am tired of just being out by myself surrounded by the families, the friends, and the couples together.  Just has I am tired of being at home alone in my room.  I’m tired of fighting the urge to eat, to drink, to shoot up…trying to find temp ways to fill the void that I am.

I really want to go to work or the warehouse right now.  At least that way, I could at least be productive while being pathetic. Although Josef has banned me from the warehouse, I still have my keys.  An I am a manager after all.

**sigh** pathetic.

The devil card (in the tarot reading that I got at the ren faire last week) had a person stuck inside an open cage.  it certainly describes me; trapped in a prison of my own choosing.