imwithjonas's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Better Days Better DaysI would first like to explain that my moods may vary rapidly over the next few entries. That's just because my mood is changing drastically about every five minutes. I think it's because I decided to play a little trick on Mother Nature earlier this month and now she's fucking pissed. Any way you cut it, my hormones are running rampant. I've spent most of the past week being irritable or moping. Or a mixture of the two. Irritable moping is not pleasant for any involved party. But xStupidx's wedding was actually kind of fun. It was a welcome wave of fun in the otherwise still waters of misery. Ha. I love my melodramatic, sappy crap. Yesterday, I received my dress for the next wedding on my agenda (and probably for the one after that). Did I ever mention that my 38-year old uncle is marrying a girl one year older than me? Well, he is. I'll refer to him as Truck Driving Youth Minister, because I do. And because he is. Anyway, this weekend I'll be attending the happy wedding of him and his 21-year old sweet heart. At least I get to spend four days in Louisiana. The point to all that is that my dress is quite pretty. I'd post a picture of it, but since I stopped paying for my account here they frown on that kind of thing. Just take my word when I say it's pretty. If it can make even a round, chunky, 5'5" me look and feel elegant, it's doing a damned good job. I'm not capable of watching the series finale of Buffy the Vampire Slayer without crying. I'm pretty sure that makes me some manner of loser in most circles, but not in some of the circles I run in. It was on earlier today. I bawled like a school girl, which technically I am, but still. You know what I mean. Mississippi and its various occupants keep popping up in my life in strange ways. I was playing Cranium the other night with a number of friends and had the opportunity to spell Mississippi. Woo. Exciting. Also, pretty damn easy. Earlier today as I perused the classified ads for any sign of a useful job, I saw about 12,000,000 desperate pleas for barbers. Due to recent hormonal imbalances discussed above, said ads made me annoyingly weepy. I seriously thought I was going to cry. What the fuck, right? Sigh. And filthy Babs continues to call at various times with an utter lack of any news I care to hear. Plenty about Jews and unholy alliances, but nothing about any of the people I cared about the most. I still want to hear about Orange, LeeBaby and RS. She's just stuck on my Hebrew Pal. Ah, well. Anyway, just ignore all the ups and downs. My uterus is making me a little bipolar these days. It will pass, I'm sure. Until the next thrilling installment, I wish you all the best of days. 5:27 p.m. - May 24, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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