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I'm not crazy
Jul. 28th, 2003 12:46 amI'm just a little unwell.
Had that song stuck in my head for the past several days. Ugh.
Sigh. Still no luck on the job thing, and my money runs out this month. I can't believe I'm staying here this long... if it runs out I'm going to have to go back home, and I won't have any money to pay for a bus ticket. This is going to suck the monkey's left nut.
In addition to which, I finally got to putting up a couple chapters of my silly LXG (that's League of Extraordinary Gentlemen for those of you not up on the latest films) fic here and yet no one's reading it. Or commenting. or anything. And I can't post it on fanfic.net because the damn site's down. Bleh. I feel so unloved.
I think it's mostly the money issues that are getting to me. I need a job, and I need it now. No one's called, mailed, e-mailed, anything. In months. I'm going to call the temp agencies again on Monday, see if I can impress upon them the desperation of my situation. I can't believe I'm down to this little.
And you know what? I blame my ex. I blame him for making me pay him back for the 300 some odd $ of moving expenses when he didn't even apparently want me to move down (little shit) plus interest. I blame him for making me pay him 2/3 of my paycheck every week for nearly four months. I blame him for making me pay him back for every little trinket he bought me when we were dating... what kind of anal retentive asshole does that? Gyah. I'm so pissed at him right now.
And, frankly, I'm scared. I like the life I've built for myself here. I like hanging out with the B&J crowd, life with my sailor lad, my kitten the very darling Gretchen. I like it here. And I'm going to have to move back to the city I hate, the city with arsonists and snipers and a big fat target sign painted on it, because the little shit bilked me out of several hundred dollars, at least. I hate that man. And I'm scared to death of leaving here. And I don't know what I'm going to do if by the end of this month I don't have a job, or at least the money to make the rent for the next month.
Sonofabitch.
I hate money.
Oh well. At least the kitten's doing okay. Except that the vet called and apparently if they have to amputate too much of her tail they'll have to put her down entirely because she won't have bowel control... which, needless to say, does not enthuse me. And, granted, it's not goign to prevent me from having a kitten. Goddess knows there are hundreds if not thousands of kittens in the Cincy area... kittens and cats... who need good homes. But... dammit. I like my Gretchen-kitty.
It's just been a crappy weekend all around. Hideously boring game on Friday... well, not hideously boring, but that hideous little shit of a misogynist-in-training lecherous fifteen year old brat was there. Fortunately he backed off after I obliquely threatened to pop his eyes out with a spork. And the one bright spot in the weekend was that I got to see LXG again. Chee. Love that movie. Want the comic books. Want a goddamn job. Grr.
I hate my life right now.
In an attempt to cheer myself up, I will now think of funny quotes from LXG. Most of them from Skinner, because he is just the cat's meow.
"A chemist? Do we get to blow something up then?" -- Invisible Man
"You're sweet. And you're young. Neither are traits I hold in high regard." -- Mina Harker
"They'll provide me with an antidote. Or that's if I'm a good boy."
"And are you a good boy, Mr Skinner?"
"Well I guess you'll find out, won't you?"
-- Allen and the Invisible Man
"Hello my freaky darlings."
-- Invisible Man
"What are you?"
"I'm complicated."
-- Nameless flunky and Dorian Gray
*Skinner grabs Mina's behind, announcing his presence*
"I've been waiting all week to do that!"
"Get a grip, man."
"I thought I just did."
-- Allen and the Invisible Man
"Well, hello to you too. And need I remind you that I am naked in the snow, here? I can't feel any of my extremities, and I do mean any of them."
-- The Invisible Man
"Perhaps I should toddle off now."
"Yes, Nigel, you toddle off."
"Toddling."
-- Allen and Nigel
"Automatic rifles? Who has automatic rifles?"
"Damned unsporting! Probably Belgian!"
-- Allen and miscellaneous pub crawler
Nope. Don't feel any better. Meh.
Had that song stuck in my head for the past several days. Ugh.
Sigh. Still no luck on the job thing, and my money runs out this month. I can't believe I'm staying here this long... if it runs out I'm going to have to go back home, and I won't have any money to pay for a bus ticket. This is going to suck the monkey's left nut.
In addition to which, I finally got to putting up a couple chapters of my silly LXG (that's League of Extraordinary Gentlemen for those of you not up on the latest films) fic here and yet no one's reading it. Or commenting. or anything. And I can't post it on fanfic.net because the damn site's down. Bleh. I feel so unloved.
I think it's mostly the money issues that are getting to me. I need a job, and I need it now. No one's called, mailed, e-mailed, anything. In months. I'm going to call the temp agencies again on Monday, see if I can impress upon them the desperation of my situation. I can't believe I'm down to this little.
And you know what? I blame my ex. I blame him for making me pay him back for the 300 some odd $ of moving expenses when he didn't even apparently want me to move down (little shit) plus interest. I blame him for making me pay him 2/3 of my paycheck every week for nearly four months. I blame him for making me pay him back for every little trinket he bought me when we were dating... what kind of anal retentive asshole does that? Gyah. I'm so pissed at him right now.
And, frankly, I'm scared. I like the life I've built for myself here. I like hanging out with the B&J crowd, life with my sailor lad, my kitten the very darling Gretchen. I like it here. And I'm going to have to move back to the city I hate, the city with arsonists and snipers and a big fat target sign painted on it, because the little shit bilked me out of several hundred dollars, at least. I hate that man. And I'm scared to death of leaving here. And I don't know what I'm going to do if by the end of this month I don't have a job, or at least the money to make the rent for the next month.
Sonofabitch.
I hate money.
Oh well. At least the kitten's doing okay. Except that the vet called and apparently if they have to amputate too much of her tail they'll have to put her down entirely because she won't have bowel control... which, needless to say, does not enthuse me. And, granted, it's not goign to prevent me from having a kitten. Goddess knows there are hundreds if not thousands of kittens in the Cincy area... kittens and cats... who need good homes. But... dammit. I like my Gretchen-kitty.
It's just been a crappy weekend all around. Hideously boring game on Friday... well, not hideously boring, but that hideous little shit of a misogynist-in-training lecherous fifteen year old brat was there. Fortunately he backed off after I obliquely threatened to pop his eyes out with a spork. And the one bright spot in the weekend was that I got to see LXG again. Chee. Love that movie. Want the comic books. Want a goddamn job. Grr.
I hate my life right now.
In an attempt to cheer myself up, I will now think of funny quotes from LXG. Most of them from Skinner, because he is just the cat's meow.
"A chemist? Do we get to blow something up then?" -- Invisible Man
"You're sweet. And you're young. Neither are traits I hold in high regard." -- Mina Harker
"They'll provide me with an antidote. Or that's if I'm a good boy."
"And are you a good boy, Mr Skinner?"
"Well I guess you'll find out, won't you?"
-- Allen and the Invisible Man
"Hello my freaky darlings."
-- Invisible Man
"What are you?"
"I'm complicated."
-- Nameless flunky and Dorian Gray
*Skinner grabs Mina's behind, announcing his presence*
"I've been waiting all week to do that!"
"Get a grip, man."
"I thought I just did."
-- Allen and the Invisible Man
"Well, hello to you too. And need I remind you that I am naked in the snow, here? I can't feel any of my extremities, and I do mean any of them."
-- The Invisible Man
"Perhaps I should toddle off now."
"Yes, Nigel, you toddle off."
"Toddling."
-- Allen and Nigel
"Automatic rifles? Who has automatic rifles?"
"Damned unsporting! Probably Belgian!"
-- Allen and miscellaneous pub crawler
Nope. Don't feel any better. Meh.
