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[29 Dec 2007|10:23pm] |
I'm not really joking when I say i think I've got SARS. or something equally as bad. I can't stop coughing. My throat doesn't hurt, and I feel fine, but i've got this white-trash grandma cough that I can't get rid of. For like, 2 weeks now? You know when you cough so hard that you think you're going to puke? fuck i hate that.
today i went and worked at the aromatherapy job. the thing about the aromatherapy job is that it was just supposed to be for Christmas Help, and then guess what - i looked and I'm on the schedule until February at least. Jesus.
I'm pretty sick of everything right now. I even stayed in last night which was a Friday night. And tonight I'm staying in too. But i'm at Ron's, which isn't exactly "IN" but it isn't really "OUT" either.
I hate New Years Eve. I hate making plans and I hate being expected to have fun. I'm working at the Bamboo this year, in the Coat Check, which is more of a Shooter Lounge than a Coat Check because, multi-tasker that I am, I also sell shots while hanging coats. $3 shots = cheaper than at the normal bar + less of a line up x happy patrons that also like to buy me shots = me typically hammered by 10:30pm. Last New Years Eve, or maybe it was 2 years ago, I passed out underneath all the coats, and then puked in my mouth and had to get Sophie to cover for me while i ran to throw up in the filthy toilet. Ugh. But hey - New Years Eve only comes once a year, right. Right.
I don't think I'll even have anyone to kiss at midnight, because all of my friends are going to the Legion for a $22.50 Prime Rib Dinner and to see Matt Masters. The Dudes are playing at the Hi-Fi, and Derek is DJing at Broken City. Knucklehead is playing at the Republik, and...I think that's it... Oh, the Bamboo is a dance party hosted by C'est Dangerous, so that's actually sort of exciting, because I haven't seen them for a long time and they're usually pretty fun.
Hopefully there are no "party photographers" around. That is my pet peeve of 2007. Party Photographers. Dear Diary, what the fuck are these people doing, walking around the clubs taking pictures of everybody dancing and all these nightmarish outfits and hairstyles and dj's in their hats? I don't get it? who thought of this and why? I like one of our Party Photographers here, but only because typically he'll show me the picture and let me say "delete" or "keep"....But god. Leave the camera at home and go out and have your own fun! You too can have fun at the bar!
Anyways. I'm going to go fix twyladrawn.com and then i'm going to go home and lie in my bed alone and stare at the ceiling while trying to read the last part of Eat, Pray, Love or whatever the fuck that book is called. Stared out great when she was in Italy, then just turned horrible. I'm all over Eating, but the Praying part was pretty boring. Hopefully I'll learn something from the Love section.
I'm 30, and I want to jump off of my balcony.
xo Twyla.
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[28 Dec 2007|02:23pm] |
Hi there.
I guess it's back to blogging on livejournal for me, since my Doctor Boss has blocked me from Facebook. WTF?!
anyways. not much is new, i'm still getting destroyed by men left and right - not much has changed there.
I think when I last wrote a livejournal entry I was dating like...Little Jesse maybe? I don't know? Anyways - here's a little breakdown of what's been going on since my last entry, which, according to Livejournal, was 61 weeks ago.
I started dating Derek, whom I loooovvvved instantly as soon as I met him. It was all great and cute and perfect, and then he was supposed to move to New York for a job, which he did, but things "didn't work out" with the job, and he was back after about a month. But here's the catch - since we both thought he was leaving, we thought I should move into his apartment since it was way better than mine. Which means - when he came back - we were instantly living together.
FUUUCCKKKK! Living with your boyfriend is quite possibly the worst thing in the world. So we lived in misery (the New Relationship Perfectness quickly lost it's shine, believe me) in a one bedroom apartment from February to September. Kill me. My life was the worst. He was mean, I was mean, I got snarly, He got sneaky. You know how it goes.
In the end, I got the apartment and most of the stuff, and I guess everything is ok because he's still my friend. I just wish he was a little bit different, like a bit more straight up about stuff.
I spent a few weeks in my bed, ok - closer to a month and a half, just coming home from work and bawling every night because guess what - I'm THIRTY YEARS OLD & SINGLE, but the absolute worst part is there are no cute single boys in this entire city! The good thing about being totally depressed and a complete nightmare is that I got sort of skinny, so I started to go out and get drunk and make out with random dudes. That was a fun few weeks.
But now I've settled down again, and my ponch is back, and I have a big crush on a little dude, and everything is feeling ok. In general, at least. Not in the crush situation. He knows I like him, but he likes someone else, but we still have sleepovers which is lame, but whatever. I'm ok with it.
I'm ok with everything right now.
I have the best girlfriends in the world, my Christmas Tree this year was pretty cute, the view from my balcony is awesome, my apartment is cheap, I have a pretty fun receptionist job...
The only bad stuff is that I've had to pay cover at the Republik twice in a row (little douches)and my boss cut me off of facebook. Oh, also, I wish I could be break-up skinny again, but whatever.
Ok. Well, let me know what I've missed over here, and get ready to get dumber now that I'm back!
xo Twyla.
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[12 Sep 2006|07:52pm] |
uughh. the drama.
everywhere!
holy shitttsville.
all i count on right now is fuckin' Kendra to spread the love.
"Hi Bike Hi Kendra! Love, Bike."
fuckin' Kendra. Poor Isa.
I am the new Isa.
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[03 Aug 2006|11:26am] |
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holla!
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[27 Jun 2006|04:42pm] |
things i say too much.
"oh man"
"awesome"
"oh, Whaaat?!"
"no shit"
"fuck off!"
"huh?!"
my favourite rooms, in order.
*kitchens
*bathrooms
*bedrooms
*living rooms
why i like my friends.
*they leave me alone
*they laugh at my jokes.
things I like about the summertime.
*trees
*flags
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[29 May 2006|04:39pm] |
um. i realize that i'm not the only one that does it, but i'm starting to think i'm the only one that CONTINUALLY does it.
sigh.
i guess it's part of my charm?!
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[25 May 2006|01:48pm] |
start over start over start over
i need to get out of here
i've got a plan
i just need the action
i fucking hope it just starts pouring...
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[01 May 2006|03:13pm] |
GUURUURURRRRRHHHHUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!
you know that part in Garden State where he climbs to the top of that thing and just screams into the nothing?
i need to do that.
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[25 Apr 2006|05:05pm] |
i've just heard a story about a lady who got bitten on the head by a mosquito. the mosquito had an egg in his paws, so he put it in the lady's head. the bite healed over, and so the egg grew in the head. the egg was the egg of a fly, but not just any fly. a fly that is a million times larger than a normal fly. the lady went to the doctor, and the doctor said "oh, sick! fly head!" and they smeared that bite over with Vaseline. the vaseline suffocated that big fly, and then it died, and then they went in there and got out the dead fly. the dead fly was still just a maggot thing, and guess how big it was when they dragged it out? like, huge.
oh. fucking. sick.
i'm going to puke.
in other news, I can't stop thinking about what a dream Spencer Brown is.
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anytime i see someone titling a blog entry with Jawbreaker lyrics, i automatically love them. hi, spencer.
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[18 Apr 2006|05:02pm] |
it's that time of year!
let's spend the next few months outdoors - still drinking and partying, just not in a bar.
grab some blankets and some "to go" cups, maybe a little ghetto (as in "blaster") and find a good place to sit - that's it. let's spend the summer together!
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[15 Apr 2006|12:56pm] |
soon i'm going to start saying no.
but not quite yet.
soon, though.
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[13 Apr 2006|11:31am] |
what do i need to do to get a kid? i don't want it to be my own, i just want to pick one up somewhere. legally of course!
I suppose i'm not qualified:
*i don't own a house
*i work at a record store
*i am drunk 84% of the week
*i don't have a relationship
*i have a small kitchen
regardless, i think i would be a good mom. i'm nice. and i would make that kid learn, man. you have no idea how much that kid would learn.
xo Twyla.
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[12 Apr 2006|01:37pm] |
the new Eagles Of Death Metal is a re-issue of "Hell Freezes Over" imported from Brazil. Don't take my word for it, my facts might be a little wrong - it might be a re-mix, not a re-issue.
ah ha. the humor, not very funny. sonic unyon noel, you're brilliant.
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[11 Apr 2006|10:52am] |
WHAT?! this made me gasp outloud! how does it know?!
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[07 Apr 2006|04:02pm] |
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how can I think harder about stuff if i don't know what i'm supposed to be thinking about?!
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[05 Apr 2006|11:17am] |
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remember how i wanted to start making eye contact more? well, instead of eye contact - i've just taken up staring. just flat out staring. it's fun. but you have to be careful not to stare at the wrong type of person. or you'll get killed.
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[03 Apr 2006|11:13am] |
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i lay on my bed quite alot. i read (while in my bed) that you're not supposed to do stuff in your bed other than sleep and I assume have sex. you're not supposed to because your bed is supposed to be a place where you just go to relax, and if you have all of these other things going on in your bed, when you go to relax and sleep, you'll just think of all of the other things. I think that's true, that you think of all of the other things, but that's relaxing to me. to think of all those things. I like the times when my friends come over and we pile into the bed to watch movies, and also i like dates where we snuggle up and order in and eat in the bed. i like huggling up with the cats, and curling up and digging under the covers with my twyPod. I like laying sideways across the bed with my feet on the wall and my head hanging off upside down while talking to Holly in Amsterdam. I like reading magazines and tossing them off the side of the bed when I'm done with them. I like the Vanilla Downy scent, and I like the wild roses on my pillow cases, and i like finding my lamb under the covers when I didn't even remember he was there. I like my bed. I like doing things in my bed. If you would like to come and hang out in my bed with me, you're entirely welcome. Not in the sex way. Well...that depends I guess on who you are.
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[30 Mar 2006|11:37am] |
I feel sorry for a lot of people and things, like the men in my alley and the lady who is like, 65 years old that lives in one of the bachelor apartments in my building. I feel sad thinking about how did those men end up in the back alley and I feel sad thinking about a lady older than my mom living by herself in a tiny apartment. I take for granted alot of things, and need to smarten up. like, not paying my phone bill on purpose? and being too lazy to wait on hold to pay it? I'm 28 years old and I should not be such a fucking asshole.
I feel guilty alot because I always just slide through things. people let me get away with shit that i should not be getting away with. in the next year, i am going to learn how to take responsibility for my actions. no more, "Oh, that's just how Twyla is!" from now on, i'm on the straight and narrow, which is a biblical reference to the path to heaven.
xox Twyla.
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