I hate painting my nails. I always inevitably wind up smudging a nail somehow. Usually it’s when I think my nails are dry and then I figure it’s safe to go pee and I smear them trying to carefully take my pants off.
Well, anyway, I am sitting here contemplating an idea for a story that keeps tickling my synapses and researching ghost towns and drowned towns and thinking about how deliciously melancholy the idea of an entire town under water is. I’m also thinking about fairy tales and possible names for my main character and how bright my nail polish is (China Glaze lacquer in Pink Voltage. It’s very very neon pink.) and how much I liked the pilot episode of Smash that I just watched on Hulu. The mind of a writer is a fantastic thing. We multitask.
It’s Valentine’s Day. Yay. This will actually be the first V-Day that I will not be at work or watching sitcoms over a bowl of Ben and Jerry’s. I’m excited. I’m not exactly sure what proper Valentine’s Day etiquette is, but I guarantee you that I will screw it up somehow. I’m not exactly a particularly classeh ladeh. Part of me keeps reminding me that there’s a new episode of New Girl on tonight and that I have chocolate gelato in the freezer. To that schlumpy sweatpant-clad part of me, I say nay. I will go get overdressed and put on an acceptable amount of makeup and venture out into bitter cold and snow to have a good time. I’ll be like a hooker mailman (I just giggled at the mental image), but instead of mail I will be delivering…joy. Yes.
In other news, my unemployment was rejected on supposedly justifiable grounds, and I am not really wanting to fight the decision, although I have been advised by everyone and their mom to fight it until I get it. I don’t really feel like fighting with my old boss. That is a battle not worth fighting because I’ll just wind up getting pissed and I don’t need the stress. I had four years of that shit and I actually like not having to deal with her anymore. I might reapply, but if the state ruled that the firing was allowable, I highly doubt that I will receive any compensation. Just saying. I don’t feel like wasting time over $165 a week. Hell, if I have to I’ll apply at Target or something to tide myself over until I find out what is going to happen with the casino. I applied for state benefits, so I’m just waiting on a response from them. I highly doubt that I will get rejected when my gross weekly income is nada.
I just thought I’d drop on in and write a quick post because I have been neglectful of a lot of stuff as of late. This whole days blending together thing is really becoming an issue. I’m mixing up my days of the week and sleeping a lot. I think I need to find a routine hobby so that I don’t turn into a crazy person. Maybe I’ll join the gym so that I have to actually leave the house on a regular basis.
7 thoughts on “Season One, Episode Twenty-Four: Chubby Babies Wielding Arrows and Slutty Streetwalking Mailmen”
whatever you do, don’t join the gym. There are a lot better things to get out of the house for, like bookshops! You can get really fit walking around them too.
I’m on the fence about the gym. I have one of those Tony Little Gazelle things and I have some free weights, but I think I need social interaction. I go out with my boyfriend and do stuff but when I’m at home I spend a good chunk of my day sleeping and the other part eating junk in my pajamas. I hang out with my son a lot, and I’m thinking that once the weather warms up some I’ll be able to go for walks around the neighborhood.
“Slutty Streetwalking Mailmen”
I have a mental image that won’t go away!
Lol it is an odd image, isn’t it?
I’d watch a tv show about a good doing hooker mailperson
Haha a well-meaning one with a heart of gold. Maybe I’m on to something, lol?
Hey, thanks for the blog.Much thanks again.