Tails of a 17th Street Geisha

I’m trying my hardest not to go out and get drunk. I haven’t gotten drunk in a while. My problem is that alcohol makes me stop worrying about what people think about my body and I have serious issues. Another problem is that when I get drunk (like most people) I get really friendly and I really don’t need a one night stand. Actually, I need two one night stands (and a desk, platform bed frame, and a desk–but I’ll go to Ikea soon enough).

SO my sister is visiting me from

Texas

. We’re going to see a Duran Duran concert on April 8th and I’m totally excited about it. I’ll make fake passes and try to sneak us in. I’m also counting on a work friend to perhaps hook us up because her hubby used to work in the concert venue industry and has a lot of friends. who knows, don’t want to jinx it.

Oh, so I got a computer of my own today. No more typing on Roz’s (which I’m doing at the moment until I get internet).

Do I avoid talking about real issues by only discussing topics about my condo and buying things? Am I a capitalist bitch like everybody else? Do I tear through the newspaper only to secretly want to look at the circulars and ads first, instead of the front page.

To be honest with you I AM SICK OF THE GODDAMNED SCHIAVO FAMILY. I’m sick of the right-wing right-to-life hijacking this and every other fucking issue. THANK GOD BUSH’S APPROVAL RATING IS AT THE LOWEST SINCE HE STOLE, I MEAN, TOOK OFFICE IN 2001. Fucker. Fuckety fuck fuck. I’m angry. Oh Yoda, I know that anger leads to hate and eventually to the dark side (and you know you don’t want to go there or you’ll look all wrinkly and crotchety like the goddamned emperor and your fate will end up being tossed into an abyss by a backstabbing Vader) where was I? Oh yeah, so anger is bad, BUT GOD IT FEELS GOOD.

Did you know that Mercury is in retrograde? So yeah, I believe in this shit. For anyone rolling their eyes–FUCK YOU. Anyway, what this means is that life is going to suck the big one until April 12th. People will misinterpret what you say, you’ll have to repeat yourself because of that or explain yourself further, and life is overall, gonna suck.

Speaking of being misheard.  A coworker misinterpreted what I said at a meeting and now hates me. True, I accept responsibility and own up to the fact that I came off accusatory and hostile, but I didn’t mean it. Now I have to apologize profusely for something that I didn’t think was mean, but I’ll apologize because I hurt her feelings and want us to be friends again. Aaaaah. Fuck mercury in retrograde…

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