T.G.I.F.

I don't know what I have to TGIF about, I mean, I only work three days a week. Hee. And I have been having fun at work. But this has been a very exhausting week. I'll be glad to see it over and done with.

I'm trying to get Neal to make an LJ. He is this old college ex. Like sophomore year or something. He likes to write, though, and I think it would be fun for him. I randomly logged on to TinyTIM this afternoon, and I guess he hangs out there during the workday, so we go to chatting. His wife is coming back from a long stay in Europe soon. Cool for him.

I found another cool LJ person today. Go see auntiesiannan. She rocks! She likes "Walking Down Madison," "Mambo Italiano," and Labyrinth. Hence, she rocks.

Today I got to do the less fun part of psychotherapy - paperwork. But it's better than some of the other jobs I've had - ugh. It's kind of fun in that tedious, time-consuming way. It's so odd to be diagnosing kids all by my own little self. Whee! Next week my boss is on vacation, so I'll likely be putting in less hours. Hee. I'm so bad.

I wonder what I'll do this weekend. It looks like it's going to be humid as all get out. Blah. Debating purchasing another bed. Funny, for someone who doesn't want to talk to me or a counselor or anyone about our relationship problems, he's vehemently opposed to my suggestions of buying a second bed. I just don't get it. He says he "doesn't know what he wants." Okay. That's fine. But in the meantime, while he decides, I'm not going to go through the motions with him, pretend or anything like that. Pretending is what we've done for the past 6 months or so, and that makes me sad.

Oh dear, I'm gushing on LJ again. MUST. STOP! :)

I like posting old really bad writing of mine. It gives me the giggles.

--
yawn! my ears
fertilizer mouth
don't talk shit
(29 February 1996)

ObJ: I'm so psyched for you about Kermit.

Those Two - by Allen Ginsberg

That tree said
I don't like that white car under me,
it smells gasoline.
That other tree next to it said
O you're always complaining
you're a neurotic
you can see by the way you're bent over.

(6 July 1981)

IF

(From _All About Me_ by Philipp Keel, pgs. 76-79)

If you had more time alone, you would: sing out loud more, write more, create more
If you could change anything about the world, I would eliminate war and spread worldwide peace.
If you had a plan ticket to anywhere in the world, you would visit: London
If you could live anywhere in the world, you would live in: New York City, on Central Park South, in SoHo, or the East Village.
If you could visit any time period, you would choose: 100 years in the future.
If you could live in any time period, you would choose: the present.
If you could ask God one question, it would be: Why do people hurt people? or What would you like to be called?
If you could, you would spend time with this famous person: Michael Stipe
If you could be famous, you wouldl ike to be famous for: helping a whole big bunch of people (changing the world)
If you were stranded on a desert island, you would want these six people with you: Jodie, Aaron, Carrie, Baga, Diana, Mark.
The first thing you would do on the desert island: build a fire, then delegate responsibilities.
The first thing you would do upon your return from the desert island: call all my friends and family.
If you could change one law: I would legalize drugs.
If you could erase one memory: I would forget that my father had ever told me I was worthless.
If you could bring back one person from the dead, I would bring back Jesus, so he could set people straight.
If you had wings, you would fly above: my wonderful City.
If you were a beverage of coacktail, you would be: something with blue curacao.
If you could start all over, I would have tried not to be such a terrified and self-conscious child.

Uberlesbian

You scored 145
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The lesbianity is strong in this one. You love the ladies. Either that or you just like cats and bad music. I bet you've got a good collection of baseball caps. Or are they scalps from your sexual conquests? Oh, no. They're baseball caps (sorry 'bout that).

Stolen from Zuzu.