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2001-07-06

Fuckin' Friday!

Ah, the morning was lovely. I was so comfortable and happy in bed that I stayed there half an hour longer than usual and allowed myself to come into work 15 minutes late. Which is HUGE for ME, because I�m always here very early, it�s a time/neurosis thing. But not this morning, just wanted to relax and feel the sensation of laying comfortably, with the blanket against my bare breasts and the cats cuddling by my feet. Very nice. I could have stayed there all day. Hell, I may just stay there all night. Speaking of the weekend, this is the first time in a LONG time that I haven�t had plans of some sort. So much going on recently, the weekend after a holiday, what, people playing it mellow or something? Perhaps. I guess I�ll find out, won�t I. Half of my ladies are out of town this weekend, went to Mexico for a wedding reception that will last 4 days. My goodness, I wouldn�t be standing at the end of that (if I was lucky, that is).

Saw the movie, Sexy Beast, last night. Ben Kingsley is AMAZING. Funny as hell, freaky as fuck, at least in this flick. Silly, silly little man, I�ll never think of him as Gandhi again. So the movie was good, fun, and so was hanging and chatting with my escort afterwards. But enough about good times. Have I mentioned lately how much I hate people? Ha! Don�t think for a minute that being dozy means being nice and sloppy with kindness. Sometimes I wonder if I could just have a day to say the things that are really on my mind to people without having to suffer any ramifications of saying such things. It�s so lovely to fantasize. Though that wasn�t what I was fantasizing about this morning, I�ll tell you THAT much.

I should live in a fucking shell for awhile. Live in a shell and keep to myself like a hermit crab, peeking out occasionally, only venturing to crawl out and around when the crowd appears to be of my own ilk and the sandy itch to party is in me. But there�s the problem right there: as much as I hate people, I love to be out and around them. I contradict myself. Could be good for me to live in a shell, at least while my claws are this sharp and ready to snap. Fuck you, and you, and you. I do think I have a bit of the cranky left in me from yesterday, eh? Maybe that will go away after I sleep all weekend. But I haven�t been tired, Mummy! Not tired a�tall! Just a little crazy.

All the thoughts, all the thoughts. All the people that inspire them. My tolerance level is at an all-time low. And that�s not good for business. I mean, social business. Why would anyone want to put up with someone who refuses to put up with anything? And why do I care so much? Sometimes I forget that it�s easier just not to give a shit. It doesn�t matter anyway. Soon, there�ll be less around for me to have to tolerate. And like the bell-curve, that will affect how I tolerate what little is left, and my level will rise yet again. All I need is a break. From everything. I�m sick of it all. Even sick of myself being sick of it. That�s never too pretty. All I REALLY need is another orgasm and a long nap. The ultimate cure-all: sleep. Hee hee.

Even in a mood, I still manage to crack myself up. Ah, the weekend. I�m ready for you! NOW! Bring it on, baby, because I've been waiting for this ALL fucking week.

-Barbarella

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Fuckin' Friday! 2001-07-06 10:32 a.m. Ah, the morning was lovely. I was so comfortable and happy in bed that I stayed there half an hour longer than usual and allowed myself to come into work 15 minutes late. Which is HUGE for ME, because I�m always here very early, it�s a time/neurosis thing. But not this morning, just wanted to relax and feel the sensation of laying comfortably, with the blanket against my bare breasts and the cats cuddling by my feet. Very nice. I could have stayed there all day. Hell, I may just stay there all night. Speaking of the weekend, this is the first time in a LONG time that I haven�t had plans of some sort. So much going on recently, the weekend after a holiday, what, people playing it mellow or something? Perhaps. I guess I�ll find out, won�t I. Half of my ladies are out of town this weekend, went to Mexico for a wedding reception that will last 4 days. My goodness, I wouldn�t be standing at the end of that (if I was lucky, that is).

Saw the movie, Sexy Beast, last night. Ben Kingsley is AMAZING. Funny as hell, freaky as fuck, at least in this flick. Silly, silly little man, I�ll never think of him as Gandhi again. So the movie was good, fun, and so was hanging and chatting with my escort afterwards. But enough about good times. Have I mentioned lately how much I hate people? Ha! Don�t think for a minute that being dozy means being nice and sloppy with kindness. Sometimes I wonder if I could just have a day to say the things that are really on my mind to people without having to suffer any ramifications of saying such things. It�s so lovely to fantasize. Though that wasn�t what I was fantasizing about this morning, I�ll tell you THAT much.

I should live in a fucking shell for awhile. Live in a shell and keep to myself like a hermit crab, peeking out occasionally, only venturing to crawl out and around when the crowd appears to be of my own ilk and the sandy itch to party is in me. But there�s the problem right there: as much as I hate people, I love to be out and around them. I contradict myself. Could be good for me to live in a shell, at least while my claws are this sharp and ready to snap. Fuck you, and you, and you. I do think I have a bit of the cranky left in me from yesterday, eh? Maybe that will go away after I sleep all weekend. But I haven�t been tired, Mummy! Not tired a�tall! Just a little crazy.

All the thoughts, all the thoughts. All the people that inspire them. My tolerance level is at an all-time low. And that�s not good for business. I mean, social business. Why would anyone want to put up with someone who refuses to put up with anything? And why do I care so much? Sometimes I forget that it�s easier just not to give a shit. It doesn�t matter anyway. Soon, there�ll be less around for me to have to tolerate. And like the bell-curve, that will affect how I tolerate what little is left, and my level will rise yet again. All I need is a break. From everything. I�m sick of it all. Even sick of myself being sick of it. That�s never too pretty. All I REALLY need is another orgasm and a long nap. The ultimate cure-all: sleep. Hee hee.

Even in a mood, I still manage to crack myself up. Ah, the weekend. I�m ready for you! NOW! Bring it on, baby, because I've been waiting for this ALL fucking week.