What a week…. I can’t even remember where it starts anymore, cause
I’m working such fucked up shifts… what time is it again? Am I
supposed to be eating or sleeping?
I haven’t been out to party in forever, working weekends, although I’m
done at 11 has its effects on one’s party schedule. It’s too bad too,
cause I’d managed to get my work and party schedules in synch when I
was doing Anterockstar…And I’m so fucking looking forward to doing
her again this weekend at the Dungeon.
I’m also hosting my own shin dig down at Diezel room… it’s never
enough for me to pull single duty…
*****
Keeping up a rehearsal schedule (dancing, singing, and drumming) along
with workouts and work is becoming fucking taxing… remembering to
feed myself is another chore and a half. I need someone to feed
me…hahaha.
We girls got a chance to rummage unchecked through mom’s closet this
week. THAT… was awesome…. there’s still a gaping wound, but it’s
not squirting everytime I take the dressing off anymore. Actually, I
think it might be starting to heal. It was great to spend that time
with my sisters, just the three of us.
Hell came back… tee hee. I don’t know what to call it, but it’s a
nice warm feeling in my tummy. (on a side note to myself, the only
reason he’s back is because he’s so far one of the very few men I’ve
encountered who’s had the BALLS TO…aside from blood and married
relations of course who have no choice but to put up with me…
hahaha.)
Had a few other friends walk back into my life too, and it’s so
satisfying to know that some things change… and some things NEVER
do.
Oh, and our site burned down. eek.
Some Friday the 13th this is going to be…
