27 April
I woke up thinking, "Isn't it Saturday?" But it isn't. It is Friday. I had to get up. O the humanity. I get to sleep in tomorrow, how can that be? O well, I'll bet there'll be some damn Little League game tomorrow right next to my head and I'll be awake at 8a or something and I'll have to drown myself in the garden hose.
No rehearsal last night, so I stayed at work until midnight. Sounds crazy, no? A fiddler on the roof! Sorry, got distracted there. Anyway, that is almost the only day this whole new pay period that I can work overtime, so I did a week's worth all at once.
And today is pay day! I will have money again! I can go into the darkroom this weekend! Maybe I can go to a movie! I can have breakfast at McDonald's!!
I am the luckiest little girl in all the land, baby, and don't you forget it.
I know that I have a rip in the back of my jeans. It is not necessary to comment on it every single time you see it. I can't buy new jeans until tomorrow. Ripped jeans used to be in style, man, everyone had ripped jeans! Everyone was wearing jeans held together by a waistband, a zipper, and sixteen randomly-placed denim molecules, and it wasn't that long ago.
It's not even my butt that you are seeing, anyway, it's my upper thigh! I don't know if it's that the sight of the alabaster flesh my upper thigh is so glorious that you think I should be aware that people not worthy of the sight are seeing it, or if it is so horrifying that you want to claw your eyes out before being struck blind, but either way, I'm getting new jeans tomorrow and you can shut the hell up about it.
Kymm
I know I'm a little late with this one, but check out what our little Gus has apparently been up to here and here. We're so proud.
As I said on Diary-L, the most shocking thing to me is that his real name is Karl.
Lenten entries missed:
Due to astounding amount of whining on her part (who is she, me?), Toni is today, even though this is completely out of order and I find this very upsetting!!! However, the fact that she updated at all is astonishing enough to let her break the rules, but just this once, Miss Toni Shnoo!
Anyway, she wrote three whole entries, which she found absolutely exhausting and is currently lying on her divan being fanned with peacock feathers and fed bonbons and having her little pink toes rubbed.
One is about her big fat ass, the second is about the worst honeymoon ever, and the third is a Dr. Seussian ode to taxes. That last one is from 10 April. Being 17 days ago. Maybe she'll update again this year, maybe she'll turn into the Laziest Woman in the World from True Stories.
Today's
horoscope:
You'll want to spend lavishly on someone close to you. Be sure you can afford it!
One year ago today:
Who can fathom the mind of an expert grifter?
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