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Monday, February 3rd, 2003
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10:55a - that’s my mom’s most favorite piece!
i'm in a bad mood.
i'm in a bad mood because i can't go to lunch right now.
i can't go to lunch right now because i was late to work today.
i was late to work today because i overslept.
i overslept because i was up too late last night.
i was up too late because i had a nightmare that a flock of turkeys had invaded my house and were pecking at my downstairs door with their sharp, scary beaks. i couldn't see them, but i knew that they were overcome by bloodlust and had every intention on eating me after having pecked out my liver, prometheus style. i woke up because there weren't any turkeys, but rather a gaggle of my one of my skanky seattle university student neighbor's equally skanky friends in the hallway, drunk and tipsy and laughing maniacally in a very gobbly tone.
bitches.
by the time i was awake and coherent and had pulled on clothes, they had disappeared back into what i'm sure was some sort of drugged-out orgy. icrwaled back into bed and fell asleep trying to imagine what it would be like if my neighbors really were half-turkeys. Wereturkeys, fun-loving and friendly college girls with questionable musical taste by day, sprouting feathers on certain nights of the month when the moon is a waning gibbous.
oh man. i have mental problems. and i'm very self-involved. both of these claims are evidenced by the fact i've just spent a page on turkey-phobic ramblings and that i think anyone cares. yes. i am an egotistical crazy person. to this i have but one response and it is as follows: "so?" tried and true, people. there is no comeback to "so?" actually, i have one, but i'm saving it, but don't you worry, its day will come. oh yes...its day will come.
"si no ases buen trabajo, estaras enserada aqui con las cucarachas por dos semanas sin agua y sin comida!"
current mood: irritated
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