I didn�t update at all last week. I�m sorry. It was a very busy week, though, with work and�okay, work. Don�t feel like I�m only neglecting you guys, though -- I mean, I haven�t emailed my mom back since last week. Oh, or my brother. Shit, I should do that.
I think the stress of having a job (any job) is getting to me, y�all. I find it so much harder to work out these days, and so much harder to fight my addiction to sweets. I baked a shitload of cookies last night. A SHITLOAD. They were GOOD, too, and when I ran out of room on the second cookie tray, I just started shoveling the remainder of the dough into my gaping maw with both hands, and I LOVED IT. Oh my gosh, I feel like this is Food Anonymous, or whatever that eating disorder group is called. Snorking down cookie dough is my secret shame, you guys.
I think I should cut back on it, though, because last night? I had this weird-ass dream that I was set to marry my friend Domino -- and by �set to marry�, I mean we were at the chapel, and I was getting ready, and I was suddenly besieged with panic because I FINALLY realized that we were GETTING MARRIED, and it was REAL! And I couldn�t remember why we were getting married, because I was pretty sure Domino knew I liked dudes, and so I didn�t know why she would even want to marry me in the first place, and she knows I have a boyfriend, and I realized that Ulrich DIDN�T know Domino and I were supposed to get hitched, and so I wanted to call him, like, immediately, but my cell phone wasn�t working, and I wanted to go to Domino to tell her about the dude-liking and boyfriend-having, but you�re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding, right? So I couldn�t see her! And I kind of knew it�s considered bad form to wait until you get up to the altar to tell your fianc�e that you�re, you know, gay. And THEN they LOST MY OUTFIT for my WEDDING, and I FREAKED OUT, and it was time to go, and I started thinking, �Well, maybe it won�t be so bad. Domino and I are really good friends, and we get along, and we�ll be really happy. Maybe we�re getting married for the tax break, or because she needs a green card or something, and in a couple months we�ll get a quickie divorce in Mexico and everything will be fine! Only we can�t tell Ulrich, because he might get upset to know that I got married to someone else. And that I will subsequently be a divorc�.�
And then in my dream I, like, flash-forwarded and the wedding was over, and I couldn�t remember if I actually went through with it or not. I don�t know. I have some fucked up dreams, people.
Work also made me neglect my laundry, and this was like a code red situation, too. I mean, technically, I should have been washing that shit a week ago, but it just kept piling up and piling up in the corner of my room until it overflowing from my hamper, and I was seriously worried that even Laundry Day couldn�t help me anymore. Like, I�d gone through all my white socks and was onto the black ones and the patterned ones and the ones I never wear because they used to be black, but they faded, so now they�re sort of a loose blue-gray? And I completely exhausted my underwear supply, and we�ll stop there because although I�m into being honest, this isn�t a porn blog, yo. And all my pants were dirty and I spilled something on my hoodie and I couldn�t put it in the hamper because it was the only clean, long-sleeved thing I had left, and plus which there was nowhere in the hamper left to put! So I did my laundry.
Now I need to wash my sheets, and clean my carpet, and vacuum, and write my mother and my brother and my other brother, and my grandparents, and everything I have to do that isn�t spelled S-L-E-E-P or W-A-T-C-H P-A-S-S-I-O-N-S? Stresses me out and is officially at the bottom of the list.
Which is why it took me so long to update. End scene.
Your Trivia Fact Of The Day: The longest US highway is Route 6. I�m Watching: Passions, duh. But I�m so sick of this boring Pilar/Martin/Katherine crap. More of the Dread Pirate Fancy! I�m Listening To: The Carter Family, �Mountains and the Valleys of Kentucky�. Evocative, if not the most artistic music I�ve ever heard.