I have to do it. I have to dye my hair.

This is terrible. The museum ruined me. I could come ten minutes late, half-dressed with blue hair. 
FUCK!

I don't want to. I know it's stupid...but I just don't want to.

I am sick.

My bones are shattering to bits underneath my fevered skin. My nose is a disgusting fountain and my throat is raw meat. I really hate living alone when I'm sick. I'm utter crap at taking care of myself. I keep breaking my fever with tylenol, drifting off to sleep, and waking to find my body back at a sweltering 104 degrees.

There is one ( Read more... )

I quit my job at the T-Rex Museum. A week before I was going to leave. My boss went away for a week and her stepdad(the executive director) came in to "help". His help included scaring customers, yelling at us, and stealing. The final straw was his yelling attack at my co-worker Poppy. Not only did he yell at her, he yelled at her in front of my ( Read more... )

It started off with a trip to the International Wildlife Museum with Mariam. When we stopped for coffee an old woman bumped my ass with her shopping cart.....and then she put her hand where she had hit me. For like 10 seconds. Which was so AWKWARD ( Read more... )

Starting a career in the sex industry is a great deal harder that I thought. First is the problem with the clothing. Vinyl corsets are expensive! The tools of the trade are none too cheap either.

There's also the issue of safety. How do I go about this? Do I get a security guard. Where exactly does prostitution end and dominatrixing begin?

Oy Vey

I got Willamina around Christmas. She was one of the cats in the museum shelter. I caved and took her home because the other cats picked on her. She was originally named Sir William, until an unfortunate discovery that "he" was actually "she ( Read more... )

Willamina died in my lap in the back of my car at 4 in the morning outside my parents house. Poisoning(tainted cat food) or a twisted gut are suspected. She died howling and jerking around and her heart felt like a vibrator. The ground was too hard to dig in so I had to throw her in a dumpster  across the street.
When I called the Animal ER around 3 ( Read more... )

I think I might be. Or maybe I'm just a very lazy friend. It seems like I'm constantly getting lectured about not "making an effort" by friends who feel slighted. Well here is the sad truth ( Read more... )

I have a giant scar on my right wrist ( Read more... )

Last night I had a very involved dream where I was heatedly explaining my reasons for going to grad school.

As most of you know, I am still working on my undergraduate degree. This fact makes my dream very silly. The worst part was waking up enraged because I still felt I didn't have a chance to state my argument properly.

I do plan to go to grad ( Read more... )