Absolutely broke. Although I just got paid this week. Most of the paycheck goes to rent, I don't even wanna think about it. How do I work so much and still manage to be so broke all the time? It's not like I blow money on things like $200 pairs of jeans or shoes. I spend it on shit like rent and bills. Go figure.
Myspace is slowly boring me. Nothing exciting ever happens there anymore.
I envy people who have maddd comments on their blogs.
I need to finish Seven Seconds. It's down to the last couple of chapters now. It's taken me pretty much the better part of a year to write (on and off) like 50 pages worth of shit. Lazy ass.
I have all kinds of exciting sewing projects swimming around in my head, and have even managed to sketch out designs for a skirt and a dress! (Yay!) Although I absolutely have no clue about my measurements or how to actually go about starting the whole thing. Maybe I should practice cutting the designs on paper before I actually get to cut the fabric. I've already altered this vest that I have though, and it turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself.
Stuff I had today:
1 glass ice mocha
2 glasses sweet lemonade
2 mugs milky tea
4 Ferrero Rocher chocolates
2 McChicken sandwiches (ugh)
1/2 a chocolate chip cookie
Rice-A-Roni and sauteed broccoli (dinner)
As usual I skipped breakfast and lunch. God I have a terrible diet.
I'm excited to see The Other Boleyn Girl in the theater. And Penelope. I'm currently in the middle of Frances Mayes' A Year In The World (she's in the British Isles right now). I'm feverishly anticipating the publication of Elizabeth George's Careless In Red (as you can tell from my previous blogs)...it's going to be a brilliant read.
I'm raring for another good show somewhere. Come back to Chicago The Casting Out. Morrissey. Somebody. Anybody.
The word of the day from Dictionary.com is :
temerarious \tem-uh-RAIR-ee-uhs\, adjective:
Recklessly or presumptuously daring; rash.
My weekend will be all about work. I suppose I have to make a living somehow.
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