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It's all gonna come out / outta me, onto you outta me, onto you; ani difranco

One bit of misery down, two in my sights. Things are kind of improving. The GIND called, and we talked, and although it was shorter than our usual gabfests by a bit, it was enough to help return perspective to my world. And, I've got an interview with a temp agency Monday, which might help the job thing, and Angel will show Saturday, which will definitely help the out-of-touch-with fandom misery I'm feeling. As for money ... I do have some savings, which I can dip into to pay the utilities if push comes to shove. I dunno about the dear friend. We'll just have to see how that melodrama plays out.

so spoke WitchQueen
2/8/2001 07:01:35 PM | linkyluv?
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I've been here, silent all these years silent all these years, tori amos

Not a bloody word since Friday, which is a bit unlike me. I think it's the deep contemplation of the suckiness of my life that's getting to me.

1. Angel was postponed due to fucking ACC basketball. I'm gonna go all postal on my local WB station one of these days.
2. I haven't talked to The GIND in over a week. She makes everything better, and I need that, at the moment. But I can't call her because ...
3. I'm broke. I'm superduper broke. I'm broke in such a way that I would like to buy myself or the gind or Toni something, but I really can't afford to. I can pay rent this month, and I think I can pay utilities and the minimum payment on my credit card and my bus fare, but I've been strictly eating from the random collection of "Shit I have in my kitchen already" for about two weeks, except today when I broke down and bought myself a gyro, which I've been craving for about a month, and this weekend when I was eating out of the 'rents fridge. To be honest though, I was going to buy myself a $15 dinner at Cafe Luna, but that was also when I was more hopeful on the working front.
4. Speaking of work, since Monday the 29 of January, I've worked three days. And each of those days was worse than the last. The frigging tax place, with lots of foot traffic, lots of irate people calling simultaneously wanting to know if their tax money had shown up, and today, worst of all, without a computer, so I couldn't read the files I'd brought to read or do the estimates for customers' tax returns without calling the clueless home office in Philly. Let's not discuss the disgusting experience further.
5. Last week, I discovered that I loved a dear friend more deeply than I realized. I freaked The Gind with it and freaked Toni with it, and couldn't get a clear reaction out of the dear friend except a reference to a scene in the movie Moonstruck where Cher tells Nick Nolte to snap out of it. By the time I'd fully recovered from the trauma that comment created (I felt about, oh, two inches high, and I know short), it was to discover that the dear friend is going through a patch of poly hell. I wanted to so fucking badly offer a plane ticket out of there. But there are dependents involved, and while I might have been able to send a ticket out of Beyond (not Beyond Life, but that place in front of the Back of Beyond), my credit would not stretch to the dear friend's dependants, who are not optional. Also, I'm hoping the dear friend can work things out with the spouse, who is normally a wondrous human being, but has been sucked into judgement-deadening New Relationship Energy.

In happier news, I've discovered what James and the Mad Poetess have been up to in Buffydom. I never used to believe Spike/Xander. Well, okay, I still don't believe Spike/Xander, but now I can enjoy it.

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2/8/2001 01:39:44 AM | linkyluv?
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random edicts de mercredi

Shut up or send me tapes.

so spoke WitchQueen
2/7/2001 11:21:06 PM | linkyluv?
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