| ...a day in the life of a mouse |
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2004-11-15 - 9:14 a.m. Ok, so it’s been a week already. Things are going well. The crowds don’t seem so crowdy…but everyone still seems so…LOUD! Maybe I still need to get used to being around so many people all the time, or maybe some of the women I work with really are that loud. Oh well. Short of standing on a chair in the lunch room screeching at everybody to just…shut..the..fuck..UP!!, there’s not much I can do about it. I was almost late for work this morning though. Not sure how that happened…I started off being ahead of the game…came back from walking the dog at 6:15…a full 10 to 15 minutes ahead of schedule…and then somewhere between making my bed and getting out of the shower, I got behind. I dunno, maybe I washed a couple of body parts twice by mistake. Maybe it was just aliens. And then, I couldn’t find my scarf. My PINK scarf. So I stomped about the foyer whining about how the WHOLE day was RUINED because I couldn’t find my pretty, pretty pink scarf. And I had to whine at my son that no, it’s NOT the same if I wear my pretty, pretty green scarf, because I wanted my PINK scarf! My son assured me that the day was not ruined simply because I had to wear my green scarf, instead of the pink one, and that it didn’t really matter which scarf I wore because if I didn’t hurry I was going to be late for work, and then shooed me out the door with a hug. Yes. I really do act like a 4-year-old when I’m tired and cranky. ::: Oh, just out of curiosity, when you see a girl where a jaunty scarf tied around her neck, do you just automatically assume she's covering a big hicky? And, if you already know she’s covering a big hicky, would it really be that tacky for her just to forgo said jaunty accessory, and show the hicky? Well, maybe use a little bit of concealer, just so it’s not, you know…GLARING at everyone on the bus (because we all know that no concealer on the planet can fully cover a hicky). I was just wondering because…um…a FRIEND of mine, got a series of hickies on her neck this weekend, and I…I mean..SHE…tends to look a lot like a drag queen when she wears scarves tied around her neck. So “she” was wondering what the appropriate Hicky Protocol was? *ahem* ::: so, apparently I have PMS. Yassee, I’ve been feeling really angsty the last few days, you know when you feel like you’re always on the verge of tears? And when someone does something like, oh, I dunno…putting the roll of toilet paper so that it unwinds over instead of under, and it makes you want to kill them…violently?? Ya. Like that. Well, I was starting to panic thinking maybe my new pills had stopped working already, and that I’d have to go back to see my doctor, AGAIN…and try another antidepressant, AGAIN. I mean, I’ve only been on these new ones for about a month, and they were working wonderfully! I mean, even my DAD noticed the difference! And as much as I love my daddy…he doesn’t notice SHIT! So for him to comment that I seemed so much better, so much more…”me”, well, I was overjoyed! So I just couldn’t understand why they’d stop working over the course of a few days. And then it dawned on me….hmmmm….oh YA! *slaps forehead* I have PMS! You’d think I was new at this whole bein’ a girl thing, wouldn’t ya?? Dur. :: in other news, my stupid, fucking, useless piece of shit camera is broken again. Ya, I call it a stupid fucking useless piece of shit camera, even though it was actually a very good camera. I only call it that because I’m mad that it’s broken, and that it was in my possession when it broke. I think they call that “transference” or something. What is really bothering me, is that I don’t even know when or how it broke. Ever since the first time it broke, I have been DILIGENT in putting it back in the nice, safe, padded carrying case when I am finished with it. So how….where….i mean….WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!?!? I was going to save my money up for new glasses, and going to the dentist…but guess what? I need a new camera. It’s funny, because I went 30 years without having a digital camera, but now that I’ve had it for a year….i find I NEED it! I’m feeling all anxious knowing that I can’t take pictures every day. It seems that every time I go outside, there is something just screaming at me to take its picture…and the sunrise this morning?? It was simply CRIMINAL not to take its picture. There is something cathartic in taking pictures every day. In finding new ways to look at the things around me. I find I’m automatically looking for the beauty in the things around me, looking to see what I could take a picture of. Poo. 
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