Hmmm-kay

First, I can't believe what I've got in this collection and what I'm ripping right now. I'm shamed. And I admit to owning Britney, so you can imagine what that's up with.

I decided to call my client for today, to let her know I wasn't able to sleep last night due to heat (I had the WORST night, I have to clean off my overhead fan before it spouts dust and spiderwebs everywhere) I told her I wanted to make a sandwich, and I'd be down about 1, unless she wanted to reschedule for Friday (She has an appointment tomorrow) She says "Hmmm, you know, I didn't get the work I wanted you to do yet, maybe you don't need to come down." After a couple of minutes of thought, we rescheduled for NEXT week.

OK, money wise this sucks beyond all ability to suck. For me, personally, it's good. Now I clean off my fan, which I needed to be hot and uncomfortable to confront potential spiders up there. And, I get to help some fabulous people paint. I wonder if I even have any painting clothes available? Oh, maybe I need to go to Walmart for cheap painting clothes! (DOWN GIRL! You'll find those old sweatpants and you'll LIKE it, and it'll give you a chance to go through your closet!) Then I'm going to see BM, I figure I need about $30, but I'm upping that to $40, so I can have a drinkie (I'm assuming $10 to get in, $15 for a CD, which I must have, and $6 for a Toasted Almond, plus some odds for the week.) I have food I have soda, but I won't hit rock bottom til next week. D called me on getting money.

As for money, I'm going to have to find some one to loan me enough to pay off D. I can't have her breathing down my neck. I SO shouldn't have gone. I love England, I love my pet and my friends, but it wasn't good, recriminations wise.

Whoo, I have stuff to do today. Now ripping, Neurotic Outsiders. LOVED seeing them, once upon a time. Saw Fluffy there too. Hot Chicks and JOhn Taylor, and me wearing my John Taylor cropped sleeve tee shirt. What more can a girl want.

Pepper turkey is calling me. More later.

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We Are Borg.
Resistance Is Futile
You will be assimilated.

Now BEG for your GMail invite, bitch!

(Addendum - I have not joined the Borg, I'm amused by the whole thing. Don't email me looking for invites, I'm happy at Yahoo)

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The good thing about the tub o'ice cream I've procured?
Due to freezer space issues, I have to bury it. To get at it I have to dig through loaves of bread, all the Hot Pockets I bought yesterday (great for a nice hot lunch, on the go) bagels and a few odds and ends. I have to RRREEEEAAAALLLLYYYY want the ice cream to go digging for it. This should keep me out of it on just the "I'm hungry, let's have ice cream" jaunts.

Yes, another day of Posty McPostPants. Deal. *grins*
Must find painting clothes, and pack a bag to change for MR after painting furiously.

And where the eff are my black hairclips? I found everything I took to England EXCEPT those. I've put them away, I just don't know where. I don't want to use the silver ones. I'm starting my ransacking with this.

I'm off

to hopefully not cover myself in paint.
I'll be out later for BM. If you need me, call me, or text me.
*shrugs* I dunno why I think anyone will need me.
I counted my money - I actually only need to take out $20 YAY for getting confirm that entree is $10 (feline that's from NetGoth now, no assuming needed *grins*)

Later people.