Friday

[evile]

Yesterday after work, I stopped by the store for salad stuff for dinner, and then I went home and vented to fractallia & mrhuggles about my latest fuck-up with my other brother. I never can say or do the right thing with him and his wife. I don't even know how she got into this last one. I emailed him to let him know about A's hearing, and he came back with 'my wife's legal advice is bla bla bla.' Which annoyed me. I didn't want legal advice, and certainly not from her. This wasn't even ABOUT his wife. Why did he have to go and make it about her?! And why did I follow him there? goddamn. I fell right into it. fuuuuuuck. argh. stupid! stupid!

ANYWAY, once I got bitching about that out of my system, I went over to northwall's and we had supper and looked at A's divorce papers. Everything seems pretty straightforward. Hopefully this won't be as much of a hassle as I thought. I told her about the Big Fake Wedding and the Paulie the Dog Saga. I probably overwhelmed her with the crazy fucked up dysfunction that is my male-sibling relationships. Then we hennaed her hair and wached "Mean Girls." I liked it, and the message was simple and timely. I don't get a do-over for yesterday, but I do have an all new today to work with.

When I came home, Fractallia & Huggles were gone to a party and every light in the house was on and the dog was out. :| So that kinda sucked. But then I went thru my mail and found a special offer for a subscription to Essence magazine that basically made me laugh myself to sleep. It started with "We know you." and went on to talk about how I needed their magazine's make-up tips for how to bring out the best in my beautiful brown skin....Well, Essence Magazine, I don't think you know me at all...but thanks for the laffs, and I'd be tempted to subscribe if I was the sort to read magazines regularly, but I'm not. I hate to waste the paper.

Fractallia & Huggles came in sometime after I'd gone to bed, woke me up with talking & laughing and whatnot. dammit. I usually sleep right thru stuff like that, so it's not usually an issue, but I think I sleep lighter when I'm sleeping alone.

So I'm at work putting in some OT, tired & grouchy. It's hard to be up with the night owls and then have to get up early to flap with the turkeys.

Oh. I left my phone at Northwall's place, I think.

I liked the "Mean Girls" soundtrack. Especially this song.


God is a DJ,
by Pink

Verse 1:
I've been the girl with her skirt pulled high
Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes
Now I see the world as a candy store
With a cigarette smile, saying things you can't ignore
Like mummy I love you
Daddy I hate you
Brother I need you
Lover hey, "Fuck you"
I can see everything here with my third eye
Like the blue in the sky

Chorus:
If God is a DJ
Life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm
You are the music
If God is a DJ
Life is a dance floor
You get what you're given
It's all how you use it...

Verse 2:
I've been the girl with her middle finger in the air
Unaffected by rumors, the truth: i don't care
So open your mouth and stick out your tongue
You might as well let go you can't take back what you've done
So find a new lifestyle
A reason to smile
Look for Nirvana
Under the strobe lights
Sequins and sex dreams
You whisper to me
There's no reason to cry...

Chorus

Bridge
You take what you get and you get what you give
I say don't run from yourself, man, that's no way to live
I've got a record in my bag you should give it a spin
Lift your hands in the air so that life can begin

If God is a DJ...If God... say If God is a DJ, Then life is a dance floor so
Get your ass on the dance floor now

Chorus x3