27 August
Wow. Somehow I got three days behind.
You know, I have always said that the reason that I post everyday is because if I didn't do it everyday, I would eventually not do it at all. I know myself. And after my starting to post later on the weekends, followed by my forced hiatus, then going to Philly last weekend made it so that I didn't have time to post Saturday's entry until Sunday, and now my vacation has changed my routine so that I never caught up.
Back to work tomorrow. Better catch my ass up.
Hmmm, either war has broken out in North Jersey, or someone just set off a fuck of alot of firecrackers. If they were for my birthday, they are late!
I have become so obsessed with my nails, it's almost scary.
Well, not really, because there really can be nothing scary about nails. You know, unless they are really sharp or something, but since I'm really talking about nailpolish, not having talons or anything, scary it kind of isn't.
Anyway, I am so obsessed with my nails! I never ever wear makeup, I barely even comb my hair, but my nails just consume my attention--I think that every bit of my attention that could possibly be spent on grooming is all used up on my nails.
What I do, see, is I have my basket of polishes in the bathroom, with the new ones that I have never used in a plastic bag on top. When it's time to do my nails, I put my hand in the bag and pull out whatever the first bottle is that I touch.
I paint my fingernails and I paint my toenails, then I look at my nails and I admire my nails and I sing little songs to my nails (not really), and then I can't wait for it to chip so that I can take it off and start all over again with a new colour.
Am I being weird?
I'm really ready for my vacation to be over, in a way. I mean, I've been enjoying myself, but the past couple of days I've been sort of getting up, sitting in front of the computer and waiting for the day to start. Then it's 6p and I'm still waiting for it to start, then I either have to force myself to do something, or I just wait to go to bed.
I'm trying to figure out the last time I had a bath. I don't think I can remember that far back. Man, if I think that by living alone I have fallen into the lowest squalor that I can fall, not having to leave the house or see anybody that I have to impress just lets me see how much farther I can fall. If I had lots of money and could do anything I wanted, I could easily turn into Howard Hughes.
But my nails would be done real pretty, baby.
What strange little rituals do you have?
And we're still talking about making ourselves look younger or older, hypochondriacs, favourite musicals, happy birthday, the worst remake ever, cartoon character crushes, what Amazon.com might come up with next, vacations, Russell and Meg's big break-up, our favourite kind of cake, what we did this weekend, insomnia, the defining current event of our childhoods, good web-based newsreaders for Kim, our jobs, classic books that we hate, seeing things differently as one grows older, weird injuries, dreams that we thought were true upon awakening, weeping at movies, true love, and swearing.
Today's horoscope:
Be satisfied with the compromises you have made between love and work. If the balance shifts now and then, you're on the right track.
One year ago today:
looks like it was attacked and decorated by deranged, mescaline-addicted Dickens fans.
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