AM SEXING

I wanted to get my hair cut today, but my crazy portugese lady is out of town until mid-april. Boo, you will all just have to look at my nasty split ends.

I'm doing laundry!

JD and I went jogging last night in lieu of actually driving to the gym. I have been a touch burned out on the gym for the last two weeks, and we have had to get creative with replacement exercise. A few days ago, we had a full-on spontaneous ninja fight, which was great fun and left us both bruised and sore for three days. Ahh, good times. Takes me back. Anyway so we went jogging. My legs are goddamned tired. Jogging is harder than cardio at the gym.

I am sloooooooowly getting things packed for tomorrow. We leave at butt o'clock (8am) and don't get there until late afternoon. So I downloaded episodes of the office and Criminal Intent to entertain us on the way there. I am totally excited. I don't know who is coming in to town when so I am going to be blowing up your cellies once I deplane.

Jeeze, I don't want to write this stupid chapter. Must get one more draft sent off by the end of tonight. Lame. I am sick to death of it. And she's not going to read it. Don't get me started. But to leave with a clear conscience I have to finish it. Ohhhh, I hate it.

Oh, and laundry needs to be changed over. SEE YOU GUYS IN LIKE A DAY. FUCK, that is awesome.

ATTENTION:

JD just pointed out to me that he wore a hole through his jeans with his balls.

His balls are so big that he wore a hole through his jeans, right where the balls go, with his balls.

I'm astounded.

T-Minus Three Months

It's the first day of spring. Which means we are exactly one quarter of a year away from the first day of summer. Which happens to be the Summer Solstice. Which happens to be the 21st of June. Awesome.

I think I may be bipolar. What? No chorus of surprised gasps from the crowd? No tut-tutting head shakes? Pity clucking?Weird. I'm not sure it's really bipolarness, though. I feel bad sometimes and I feel much better much more of the time. I'm not manic exactly, just totally happy. And it's kind of obviously tied to my Wymynly Cycle, which may mean that I am just a girl? I'm not sure. But then again, knowing MY family (of the, "oh, I KNOW I told you girls about your OTHER secret illegitimate cousin/those abortions/how we sold your aunt to a nice persian couple" variety), I think the Crazy Deck is stacked against me. But I don't feel crazy. But I wouldn't, would I?

Yeah I think it's just hormones. I like my life, but it can stress me out. There's a lot happening all at once, and no matter what, it seems like I am always failing in some regard. Things are falling out the back of my head. I am trying to write here at home today but annnoyingly, someone who isn't JD came home from work early because of "feeling like shit" and is now sitting in the living room breathing up all the available air. I seriously hate being in this apartment with her, it makes me claustrophobic. Two more weeks. Two more weeks. Jesus. I won't even MISS the third of the rent.

Now I'm in a bad mood. I need to get the fuck out of this apartment. Goddammit.