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[Oct. 15th, 2009|02:38 pm] |
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Not much to blorgh about lately. I know that life is pretty OK when I can say that I have yelled "DON'T DANCE FIGHT ME" at work, and my work involves neither dancing nor fighting. |
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[Aug. 5th, 2009|06:28 pm] |
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Holy God I don't use LJ anymore. I still like it, it lets me say shit I can't say on FB or Twitter, but it is just so much work. So I will give you the abbreviated story of what is up with me.
I have been a terrible hermit lately. This is not really news, but I should probably be making amends to some people for the Month That I Didn't Answer My Phone Or Leave The House.
So OK month in review: My car's transmission died, we spent a shitload of money fixing a car that I hate. That sort of led to me not wanting to go out ever; I moped for about a week about not getting a new car and not having any money due to shitty old car. But now I am driving the man's nicer, newer car in a twisted compromise so everything is OK on that front. I have been trying to get a tan and failing MISERABLY. I do not even want to talk about it so I don't know why I brought it up. Work is work, it is OK but it is drama central. Everyone calls it Salem Five High. I guess that's about it. Somehow in the middle of all of that I stopped cleaning the house so that's been pretty bad. I am just now getting back on track but I am still afraid to have people over. lol. More soon. |
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| Happy Canada Day, y'all |
[Jul. 1st, 2009|06:09 pm] |
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I never gave much of a shit about Canada when I lived there, but now that I'm away, I miss it so much my heart breaks.
Have a beer tonight for Canada, eh? |
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| Nobody at work thought my Swine Flu jokes were funny. |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|06:20 pm] |
I am doing okay guys. They sent me home from work early today; I retired to my chambers and played Pokemon Pearl for a while and then fell asleep. I think there is something wrong with my bed; my back really hurts from all this sleeping. I am going to make some scrambled eggs and raisin toast for dinner. I will probably end the night with some more Pokemon Pearl. Didn't shower before work this morning; not sure if there is much point now. Might be good for morale though.
Saw two cats boning on my car this afternoon. They couldn't hear me yelling through the window (AUGH! GET OFF MY CAR YOU DIRTY DIRTY ANIMALS!)--they just looked at me. I really wish they had not made such prolonged eye contact with me during the act. It was distressing in a way I can't describe. |
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[Jun. 15th, 2009|04:36 pm] |
In case you haven't heard the latest news on the internet, I AM SICK.
It hurts to swallow. I am sitting here looking at the computer, wrapped in a blanket, because I can't go to sleep because there is meatloaf in the oven. I made some nice soothing ramen for lunch, but I dropped it all over the living room. I would have made more but it was too soon; I couldn't have faced the heartbreak if it happened again.
Then I watched two episodes of Divorce Court, which I do not normally watch if I have my choice of courtroom television, but today it hit the spot. After that I watched some Law and Order: Criminal Intent, and developed a big crush on Vincent D'Onofrio. He is a pretty spooky guy. He makes me think of Vince Vaughan, if Vince Vaughan read Kafka and was maybe into some weird B&D shit. Also he lady on that show, I don't know her name, has some gingery-coloured hair that piques my interest and makes me think I should get a professional to deal with my hair sometime soon.
I have to work at 6:30 tomorrow morning, and then go see the Red Sox with my co-workers, but if I am feeling like this again, the Red Sox thing is probably not going to happen. I am not too broken up about it because while it is nice to follow the Red Sox, I don't really care that much about them. Plus I am thinking about quitting drinking, and then ever since I came back from vacation I sort of stopped caring about trying to fit in with my co-workers. They are cool and everything but I just don't really like talking about reggaeton for that long, and they are not too receptive to conversations about the Talking Heads.
I guess that's what's going on with me right now. I'm feeling PRETTY RANCID. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2009|08:15 am] |
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Tea and a big-ass bowl of instant ramen for breakfast. It is the good kind of ramen, bought in Canada, that comes with a packet of sesame oil for MEGA SEASONING. This is a good start to my day off.
I've missed instant ramen--I stopped eating "convenience food" for a long time because I fancied myself a good cook, and I guess I was, for a few years. It was a point of pride, and I thought that making instant ramen or whatever was like admitting that I couldn't make anything better myself. Now I realize that the issue is just not having enough goddamn time to do anything ever, and that a Pizza Pocket takes two minutes to cook and is delicious.
I'm in a pretty awesome mood because of said day off; I am pretty much just going to hang out and take care of ME stuff. Touch up my hair, paint my toenails, spend six hours getting sexy for goings-out tonight, do dishes, tidy shit up. Go to Sally Beauty Supply without showering and get weird looks from the Brazilian chicks that work there. I guess Billerica is a lot classier than Lowell and they are not used to seeing people running errands in their pyjamas.
Oh man speaking (typing? reading? I don't know) of Billerica, did you know that Mac Two's, that strip club on 3A, doesn't have a liquor license? That blows my mind. That parking lot is always packed! Either the strippers are really good or the clientele is really skeevy. I don't think I'd be comfortable having a stranger's titties in my face unless I had a couple drinks in me. |
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[Jun. 9th, 2009|05:48 pm] |
GUYS I AM IN LOVE WITH THE 90S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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[Jun. 5th, 2009|10:30 am] |
"Vampire stories are like fetish parties, you always hope that it's going to be a good one because the idea of it is sexy enough, but when it actually happens it totally sucks and is full of people who you see at Star Trek conventions dressed as pirates."
from pyrotech_c3h8's journal and LOLMYGOD THANK YOU. I've been trying to articulate that less elegantly for ages.
Anyway guys I am in Canada right now and I never want to come back. I am just stone-cold chilling: lying on the couch, looking at nature, playing 360. It is a good life. |
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[May. 18th, 2009|07:24 am] |
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Drinks and Rock Band last night turned out to be a bad idea. Ow. |
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[May. 12th, 2009|11:19 am] |
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Since I started the pill I never got cramps, but now I do. I have been waiting around for a while for things to happen--sort of stressing out because I have been drinking and eating McDonald's and sushi and rare steak and dyeing my hair and I don't want a retarded flipper baby. So this morning the P-dot shows up all NO WORRIES MATE HERE I AM and dropkicks me in the uterus. Ow. |
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[May. 8th, 2009|04:51 pm] |
Man so I have this bank cocktail party I have to go to on Wednesday. At first I was like, "Oh awesome, free drinks." But then, "Oh shit, bank president and minor Town of Reading bureaucrats--need something classy to wear."
Long story short, there isn't anything classy in my closet, so I went to Express, and now I have an outfit that meets the financial industry cocktail party dress code as long as I don't sit down. I will be wearing a GREEN dress, GREY cardigan, TRAFFIC CONE ORANGE fingernails and OFF WHITE shoes. WAIT WHAT. Yeah brother. No black. All these years I have been wearing black to be a little bit of a shit, (Colours? Fuck your colours.) but it turns out that at a bank, NOT wearing black is risque. So, come to me, kelly green. We have a lot of catching up to do.
Incidentally, there are mannequins in Express that are wearing two or more polo shirts with all the collars popped. I thought this was supposed to be funny, but the longer I spent in the store, the less I began to think that.
lol omg I just heard the cat throwing up with his jingle bell collar on. It goes HORK*jingle*HORK*jingle*HORK*jingle* He is probably throwing up on something I love. God dammit he is an awful cat.
Well that is about it. I am really tired and I am working all weekend. I should go out and get sushi, but I don't want to move my car after painstakingly parallel parking it on the sidewalk while all of Lowell hung out on my street to watch me do it. |
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[Apr. 28th, 2009|08:30 am] |
It is going to be hot today, I have the day off, and I am fucking THRILLED. I have to go to the optometrist, though, and get my stupid pupils dilated so they can look at my fucked up retinas. So welcome to looking like this for the rest of the day:  Whatever, I will be in the back yard by this afternoon, wearing giant sunglasses and drinking Campari and soda. Cut out of work and come hang out with me. 3 PM, Lowell, the classiest house on the block. (And by "classy" I mean "not classy." Even for Lowell our house is a mess.)
I think I am going to get a tattoo this weekend. I have this shirt that my mom embroidered back in the seventies, and I am going to get the flowers from it tattooed on my leg.
What else? I have to get dressed up and go out or I am going to SHIT. My plans for going out have gotten effed up every time, plus I think I have some kind of disease where I am tired all the time. I should probably get that one looked at.
Peace. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2009|04:06 pm] |
I can't do manual labour without beer. I am digging up my entire goddamn front lawn today because of a crazy weed infestation and also to plant a rosebush, and before I can get started I have to have a Canadian Energy Drink. *WINK*
Life is better now that I am in the new branch. I actually laugh at work now, I don't come straight home and cry, and nobody is telling me that I am terrible at my job here, so it is a marked improvement over the other place. My new Ops manager is around my age, but he listens to hip-hop and drives an Infiniti SUV. We like each other, but we have kind of tacitly just agreed not to understand each other. IE, he knows what the Stanky Legg is and I don't, I know when Robert Smith got fat and he doesn't, and we may never get past that. It's okay, though, it takes all kinds.
What else? Here's a list of stuff I want:
1. A dog. I really want a dog, like so bad. I don't know how it will work with both of us working full time, though. Maybe the dog can get a job too.
2. I cat that is a real breed. An expensive-ass cat with a grumpy face that was not found in a garbage can or purchased from rednecks for twenty dollars. Maybe like one of these guys: 
3. A two-door, like the new Accord coupe or a Nissan Altima or something. I currently drive a Buick Park Avenue, AKA Grandma's Sweet Ride, and I am getting tired of it. I can't complain because it's a good car and I have no payments, but I can't attract no bitches with this shit. I plan on driving this car into the ground, and then having my next car for at least a few years, by which time I may have (a) child(ren), so I'm sorry, little Balthazar, but all your hockey practice shit is going to have to get strapped to the roof.
I guess that's basically all the shit I want right now. Now I am going to go try to drink discreetly in my front yard while I garden, because I am still not sure of the specific legalities of all that.
Love,
Kirsten |
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[Mar. 25th, 2009|02:05 pm] |
My work is participating in a segment for Channel 5 about local businesses and "bright spots in this challenging economy," and THEY WANT TO INTERVIEW *ME*. ON THE *TEEVEE*. I want to tell them, I know I am pretty reserved at work, but put a camera and a microphone in front of me and THERE IS NO TELLING WHAT I WILL SAY. This Livejournal is some indication of what happens when I have free reign in a semi-public forum. I will be like, Okay, I know you want me to talk about how I'm grateful to have this job, but I have prepared a song about different kinds of fruit that I would like to sing instead. I have brought my own microphone. It is from Toys R Us.
Additionally, I would like to say yes, hello, I am alive. I have not had a goddamn moment to myself for about three weeks. This will change soon, and we will have a party, and you will be invited. |
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[Mar. 1st, 2009|08:49 am] |
I am stone-cold awake and it is 8:30 on a Sunday morning. I am gripped by a mad whim--I NEED this teal pepper mill that is on sale at Anthropologie, and the mall doesn't open until noon. What to do?
I'm messing with my Livejournal icons and eating a grapefruit and getting fucking grapefruit juice all over the keyboard. Grapefruits are my favourite.
My new icon is in celebration of and in mourning for the like two month period that I had blue hair. I did stuff with the colours in the image to make the blue look nice and royally blue; unfortunately I did not have as much luck making my face look less shiny. Maybe not eating so much Taco Bell is the way to go.
I'm telling you, I miss that blue hair so much. I also miss my nose ring. The dress codes at banks are effing ridiculous. Obviously no crazy hair, exposed tattoos or piercings, but in addition, for women: no exposed toes (goodbye peep-toe shoes, which I enjoy), HOSIERY AT ALL TIMES (yeah because everybody loves pantyhose), and skirts and dresses must be knee length. Because I guess it freaks people out to trust their personal finances to a chick who's not wearing pantyhose. Let me tell you, a lot of people who got the country into this shitty mess were wearing knee-length skirts and conservative shoes. It didn't help them make good decisions. Stupid banks.
lol can I not update this shit without it turning into a rant? I swear that I am not actually this grumpy in real life. You know in Rainman how he has that book that chrinicles everything bad that Charlie Babbitt ever did to him? His Serious Injury List or whatever? Livejournal is like that for me. "No. 23 - Banks made me wear ugly shoes and hurt my feelings in 2009" |
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[Feb. 24th, 2009|01:59 pm] |
Here is a Venn diagram for you. Graphs are a great way to communicate information.
So, what else is up? The house is looking better every day. We've got the living room/dining room painted SUPER RED--a colour that is called "Red Red Wine" so every time I have gone to paint in the last week I have been singing that song, but not the whole thing. Just the words "red red wine," because I can't remember/don't like how the rest of it goes.
I keep fantasizing about moving to Texas and starting my life over again so I don't have to go to work anymore. Sometimes it's not Texas, sometimes it's the Newfoundland, and sometimes I imagine that there is a way for me to make money from surfing the internet or by sitting at home and playing with makeup all day.
I have the day off today and I am about to hit a thrift store, then get fancy and make some meatball subs. |
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[Feb. 18th, 2009|07:41 pm] |
I've been too busy being sucked dry by my bank monkey job to be any kind of interesting on the internet (and even less interesting outside of the internet). Don't worry, LJ--I'm looking for other jobs. I'll be bright and gay again soon, and my stories won't be about interest rates or not being allowed to use normal words.
I had a dream the other night that I wanted to share with y'all. I was barricaded in a house while there was a hostile crowd of people outside, a classic zombie horde situation. Except the people outside weren't zombies--the only zombie in the situation was inside the house with me. She was a little girl, kind of looked like Linda Blair from the Exorcist, with cuts all over her face, and I was holding her on my lap while she foamed at the mouth and thrashed around trying to get away, outside to the crowd of people. I had to keep a good grip on her because I knew if she got away she'd bite the shit out of all those people outside and infect them with zombie, and then we'd be in a FINE KETTLE OF FISH. I feel like the zombie role-reversal in this dream is portentous somehow.
Some no-account internet dream dictionary tells me: to dream of zombies (at least in their flesh-eating guise as depicted in modern horror) suggests a fear of society, or of losing one''s individuality to pressures of conformity. It could also represent a general feeling of misanthropy on the part of the dreamer.
That's probably all accurate somehow. |
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[Jan. 26th, 2009|08:49 am] |
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Worst hangover of my LIFE yesterday. Beer, tequila, Mai Tais, gin and tonic. I can't hold my liquor like I used to (when I was underage), and yelling "OH GOD I'M GONNA RALPH" in the car all the way home from the club gets less cute every year. NEVER AGAIN. It's time to be sensible.
My brother is going in for surgery on his left eye right now. At the follow-up for the first eye they discovered the retina in the OTHER eye was starting to detach as well (he hit the genetic lottery there). It's a more invasive procedure this time so he gets to be under general anesthetic. It will be nice for him because he doesn't have to see somebody coming at his face with strange tools, but of course the 0.003% more risk worries me. I'm praying for him like crazy. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2009|04:24 pm] |
I've been so bad with keeping up with you, Livejournal. I miss you. It is just a lot of different things, like being so busy with work and fixing up the new house that every time I blink a week has gone by, and that the computer room is dark and smells like cat farts and I never want to be in here.
So I feel like doing a little whirlwind tour of where I've been for the last couple weeks. Here we go! WhooooaaAAAA!
1. I've been listening to this song a lot:
The whole album, Places Like This, is really good, but this song in particular shines and makes me dance in my car. It makes me feel like I should be wearing glasses and corduroy and using a thermos on a more regular basis, and be dating a guy who has a beard.
2. I literally cried over wood paneling last week. This week I am going to learn how to put up drywall.
3. I'm playing Secret of Mana right now and oh man it's so sweet and tasty. It has the cute Japanese graphics of Pokemon, the incomprehensible storyline of Final Fantasy, and the adventuring-type-stuff of the Legend of Zelda. This is what I do when I'm neglecting my many responsibilities, and why our apartment is a mess and we haven't invited any of you lovely people over.
4. But I'm also reading some books! A collection of Roald Dahl's short stories, which are so wonderfully crisp and dark and hilarious; a collection of Umberto Eco's essays, most of which I am too plebeian to fully understand; and some non-fiction about the social history of psychoanalysis. I like reading, especially now that I'm out of college, because it reminds me that I was considered smart once, and hey, at least I have that going for me. |
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