Friday, March 21, 2003:
Sometimes I feel like my entire life is a "Fatal Exception Error"
I am alone. My sister is at work. My father just left for his date with his online friend he met in the Christian love connection chat room. My friends are... well, who knows? I have not called my friends. I am sitting here drinking buttery nipples and eating sugar cookie dough. I want a salad, though. Tell me, why do they not have to-go salad bars? Where you can just walk up and order a salad and have it handed to you so you can eat it in the privacy of your own home and in the pleasured company of your television while wearing bunny slippers? Someone should really create this type of place. Call it Simply Salads... do it for the Queen. *sigh* I need a change. A real one. A noticable change. I am going to work on changing something this weekend, let me know if you notice anything different when you see me, k? If not just lie, and tell me you can sense something different about me, and then give me a hug... but not a big one. And don't touch me for too long... maybe we should just stick to the "Hey, something about you seems changed, B!" Yeah, that is a good plan :)
QueenBee // 6:43 PM
Wednesday, March 19, 2003:
Last night I dreamt that I was pregnant and I gave birth to an egg. A group of my friends and I were in my grandmothers bathroom and the egg was in the sink. We waited for the egg to hatch and when it did it was full of nothing but blood. So I had another egg. This time someone jumped on the counter to sit down and they sat upon my egg baby, blood splatering everywhere. I ran. I ran and the group of friends followed me to a church where I felt safe. Then Howard Stern woke me up, yakking away on my alarm... Aside from that, I have both a hair appt. and a date this Saturday, oh yeah, and we're killing people in another country. In Bush we trust, America the retarded. I think we should just put both Bush and Saddam in one room, let them at one another, and then shoot the man left standing. Fuck your war, you assholes...
QueenBee // 7:40 PM
Tuesday, March 18, 2003:
As I was walking into the building after talking to Kyria at lunch I ran into David Marsh and Tony Popa... David opened his arms and said "How are you doing, lover?"
I almost passed out.
QueenBee // 7:03 PM
As I sit and watch the news on television or listen to radio updates that plague the airwaves with threats of war, all I can think is “War? I just bought dinnerware! What if it never gets used?” Like I’m Martha Stewart on electric shock treatment… oy.
QueenBee // 3:41 PM
Monday, March 17, 2003:
One year ago today I got my tattoo and lost my virginity. Can you guess which part of the evening I will forever regret? If I had known that the seriously dire consequences that you see on made-for-television-movies would actually happen to me, despite all precautions, I never would have ever ever ever ever ever have slept with Steve. Or David. Or Phoenix. Or Kevin. Never. Ever. God, I feel like being ill. Thank Jesus I came to my senses before I slept with the other one *shudders* What was I thinking? I am going back to lesbianism forever. And ever. Amen.
I love my tattoo, though ;)
QueenBee // 9:43 PM