boring is my business, and business is good 06.06.06 1:07 a.m.
After spending most of the day vacuuming, cleaning and de-cluttering my living room, it still looks like 1964 barfed all over it. I'll need lots of paint, a new rug, some curtains and a flame thrower before this place will look modern and stylish. Send money.
I didn't go to the roller derby practice, in the end. Guess why. C'mon, guess. Give up? Da-Da-DAAAA! Evil Death Cramps of Doom and Torture! Nothing like the ol' stabby-stabby, barfy-barfy to keep a girl off her skates. Turns out the practice was somewhat aborted anyhow. Ah well, better luck next time, I guess.
The Death Cramps also kept me from a meeting I was supposed to attend, though I can't say I was too disappointed about that. I'm offering my services as a make-up artist for a friend's tee-vee project next month, and he wanted me to cart my ass down to the WasteLand for drinks with his star. Not that I didn't want to meet the guy, but I sure as hell couldn't drink on my Death Cramp meds, nor was I going out to some bar I hate to listen to a bunch of film techies talk shop for a few hours. I suppose if I were getting paid for the work, I'd have been keener on going. I stayed home and knitted; it was satisfying.
I seriously neede paid work. I love how some people have been appreciating my talents lately, but I need the paper, legal tender kind of appreciation if I don't want to starve to death, have my phone cut off or, say, have people come to break my kneecaps. That cafe never called back (big surprise), and I'm not holding my breath. I didn't really want it anyhow. It's probably unrealistic of me, yet I see so many people making money without having to waste the day in a cubicle farm or retail prison. I just need a financial boost to get my ball rolling. Like, a large financial boost. Ok, ok, I'll just go get a damned job.
In other news, I'm still smoking, but only very rarely. The little ashtray I used to fill on one day is now only half-full in a week. I only smoke in the house, and even then, only after I've tested my willpower to the limit. I'm doing really well.
Aside from that, I've very little to report. Did a bit of sewing this evening. I'm thinking I'd like to do a wedding dress, but I don't know anyone who's getting hitched, so I guess that's out for now. I'm partway through a blouse, so I'll post some shots when (if) I get that done. I still haven't found my Transmet comic book. My plants need to be watered. The trash needs to be taken out. Business as usual.
Nighty night. xo
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previously on Smothered Hope:
unreal - 20.05.08
in which our narrator kinda just babbles on a bit - 15.05.08
drank several margaritas last night. they were great. - 04.05.08
spacey - 29.04.08
i will most definitely regret posting this in public - 28.04.08