07 June 2006

Mail, UglyDogs, and Porn - Oh My!

There's nothing I like better than coming home to find that there is mail waiting for me to rip open. When I called home in the afternoon, my partner told me that a friend from back home sent me something in a large envelope! Yippee! Mail! And a surprise, at that!

I was so excited because that is how much I love receiving mail. Inside the large envelope was a short but sweet note along with a lovely baby blue cardigan. Apparently, it's from the 50's and made in Britain! It's very simple and casual - but has a sense of class. It's no baby blue velour tracksuit but it's just as wonderful. I keep complaining to myself that I haven't bought myself anything new to wear in ages - and I come home to find something new to wear. As well, my friend sent me an "Ugly Doll".

This is an Ugly Doll. To be exact, it's UglyDog. I loooove my UglyDog! I came across the Ugly Doll website about a year ago and thought they were absolutely adorable. There are several different Ugly Dolls - including Ice Bat, Jeero, Wedgehead, and Wage. Today, I have a new companion from back home!

I'm a little tired from work. I don't know how I pulled off managing a music store, waking up early all the time and making decisions and stuff. It's my third day in a row of waking up at 6:45 a.m. which probably doesn't sound that early to most people who hold regular jobs. I'm such a night owl. I can't seem to fall asleep until well past midnight. And when I say well past midnight, it's quite late. I like to stay up to watch the night sky turn light. My mind seems to work overdrive late at night. I may appear sleepy but don't let that fool you.

Work went well though. I am only assuming that tomorrow will be the last day. It was honestly quite dull but not because of the work itself. There simply wasn't enough of it. I took a two hour lunch (paid for an hour and a half!) and appeared to "look busy" when I was far from it.

On my break, I finally got my earlobe re-stretched to fit my flesh tunnel back in. The piercer was very nice and welcoming. He seemed to immediately know I was not from here. We had a short talk about piercing and the Fringe Festival.

You know what makes me uncomfortable? Whenever I'm at a salon (When was that? I can't even remember what it's like to be at a salon!) or a place that has a lot of mirrors, it makes me very uneasy to talk at someone through a mirror. I understand that a hair stylist or a piercer is technically working on you and can't really sit for a face to face chat. I have a very hard time making eye contact with people who are talking to me but not actually looking at me. It's almost as if I am looking into eyes of someone without a soul, when making eye contact through a mirror. Does that make sense or am I just a weirdo? Anyway, this piercer did that and I had felt a little odd. He kept talking at me while looking at the mirror and I kept turning my head to actually face him. Meanwhile, I can see myself sitting there out of the corner of my eye. Pay no attention, this is babble from the tired. *yawn*

I had a dream the night before last. If only Freud was around to analyze some of it, haha. So I was at my parents place with my partner. I couldn't find him so I assumed that he was looking at porn behind my back. I freaked out. I kept running around the house looking for the porn. It wasn't a magazine or a video. The only porn to be found in my house was on a Etch-A-Sketch (yellow, not red framed). This Etch-A-Sketch handheld porno screen just so happened to be my father's. I searched through all his bedroom drawers to find it but it wasn't there. I ran downstairs to my sister's old room. Zak was in it with the Etch-A-Sketch! I stormed in, quite angry that he was doing that in my sister's room! It didn't sit well with me, being my parents house and all. He denied it, even though he was only wearing a robe and looked all shifty. I think I was yelling at him about it. Anyway, I think my mom ended up cheerfully calling for me to look at something (oh!). I went upstairs to greet my parents. My mom held a birdcage and she proudly stated that we got ourselves a new bird. All my anger left, I was quite happy. The birdcage had a light blanket on it and it was singing. I kept thinking of what I should call it but my dad said that he gets to pick a name.

"I'll name him Lionelton," he said.

My curiosity got the best of me. I removed the blanket only to see a bright green plastic bird body with a HUGE plastic Spiderman bobblehead. Needless to say, I was disappointed. My mom ended up taking the Spidey head off of it, only to reveal it was just another plastic parrot. Boo!

Anyway, not much else is happening. I'm trying not to worry about money and all that other fun life stuff.

Read a good quote tonight:
We can never leave a situation that cause us discomfort until we learn to love it or at least see love at work in it.


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