Uppers, downers, and all-arounders....

I'm slightly more mellow than I was this morning. Although, if I don't get my ass to bed I'm going to be strung out on rage again tomorrow. Things on my mind. Which I hate. It screws up my already horrible sleep cycle.

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I'm single again. By my own hand. I know it had to be done because of school shit, etc. etc., but it's still a downer. Downer.

We're on good terms, still friends.

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Trying to plan out when exactly I'll be building my thesis committee and all that. Planning to bust my ass in summer courses in an attempt to be DONE by next May. DOOONE. Finished.

I'm really excited that I might be taking an Art History course in the Fall. I haven't taken one since my Capstone during my senior year of college. Art History makes me quiver like a puddle of KY.

We found snake eggs in our yard yesterday. SNAKE EGGS. You bet I said a prayer to TGLJC that my dogs don't get man-handled by a wayward snake. We took it upon ourselves to dig up the eggs, stomp on them, and throw them out into the street. Never trust anything with no legs.

I have to go read 30 more mins of Tender is the Night.

G'nite my lovelies....

Listening: "Threadbare Gypsy Soul"...Willie Nelson and Pat Green

P.S. Quote o'the day compliments of Jeremy:

"Maybe we should talk to A-train about the new website:
whythefuckarebirdsinmywreath.com

Sounds like it's sweeping the nation."

Venomous Vixen

It is an unmistakably Kat Auster morning. I've officially begun to gauge the day by what rock star I feel like emulating. Another weird habit to add to the list.

I'm still venomous this morning. I fucking hate everything. I blame this on a chemical imbalance. It's days like this that I miss the dark, sweet teat of Zoloft.

On the way to work I found myself calling multiple people in traffic "cuntfaces." Ladylike, eh?? Not gonna lose any sleep over it.

I'm now sitting at work, listening to Ani DiFranco because I can do that at work, and it's days like these that I thank Jehovah (God) for that. Tomorrow I'm bringing my digital camera to work so I can show you all a picture of our newly constructed altar to Yoda. We have a Yoda. They decided he needed an altar. Who am I to disagree? Yoda is one of the few deities I could get behind.

My whining is even uninteresting to me. I had a whole post worked out on the way to work. I must've left it in the car.

My weekend via the bulleted list...

I'm tired. All you get are the bullets.

Friday:

• A haircut only vaguely akin to the one I wanted (my fault for telling her MORE TEXTURE)
• Liquor with friends
• Sleep

Saturday

• Book shopping (bought Middle Age by Joyce Carol Oates, and Jemima J by Jane Green)
• Mexican food
• Cleaning

Sunday

• Bitchiness
• Flightplan...not totally awful
• Capote...excellent

TV: Shit
Listening: Shit
Reading: Nothing

I see you.

Listening: "Girl"...Tori Amos