... and other atrocious lies.
so i went to the drycleaners after i posted yesterday because although my coat was clean it is still rather nasty to be running around knowing that the article of clothing you are wearing was covered in vomit not too long ago. they told me it would be $7 (score! cheap!) to clean it and it would be done by 4:00 today... well its still not done, and they said that there was a tear in it so it will be more.. so i told the lady that is bullshit i love that coat to death and i know every square inch and there is no tear and asked to see the problem, well it turns out it was another coat, a mans bomber jacket, i dont understand how they could confuse a mans brown suede bomber jacket with a womans black lambskin trench... but hey who am i to judge right? i mean it must be a technical thing. mine wasnt even looked at yesterday so i took it home with me. i am sad and need to find a new drycleaner. luckily this is new mexico and the weather changes minute to minute and i didnt even need a sweater today, i am running around right now in a tank and skirt, tomorrow i will probably need leggings though and will seriously be missing it... who knows.
i shouldnt be this bothered over a coat... but i truly am.
i have supply money... lots of it (ok so not lots but three times as much as last month cause there was no one there to steal it) and i am looking forward to crafts shopping a little too much... i enjoy school supplies entirely too much, they are the reason i look forward to going back semester after semester... this could be a psychological problem of mine, but its not harming anyone, so why worry right.
im trying to think of some non work related things to post but even my weekends will be taken over from 8:00-4:30 by work until dec 3rd, cause i have this stupid class i have to go to (and pass, ugh!) so i think i will shut up for today... i have to work (theres the dirty word again) kids night out tomorrow till like 11:00 so i dont think i will be able to post until monday. the drama! i'm sure i will survive without an outlet... i just dont know how yet.
About Me
- me
- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
- Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960) I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close "Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel, but that's why there's us. It doesn't matter where we come from, or what we've done, or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be." --Angel
