Monday, November 26, 2007
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I am getting all hot and bothered, dammit.
I need to get a job need to get a job need to get a bliddy job or the money for the conversion of my sad and sparse wardrobe will not be forthcoming. EMPLOY ME EVERYBODY!!!! ARGH. I never thought I'd see the day where I get so frustrated with being poor that I try to spin my hair (what's left of it) into gold. Like the girl in Rumplestilskin. Or however you spell his bliddy name. Money money money....
AND the mess that is my room (due to sad lack of space to tuck my JC stuff out of sight) is KILLING ME. I HATE disorganized stuff. Call me a organisational freak if you like, I don't care.
As you can probably surmise by now (unless you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon), I'm in all of a grumpy and cranky state of mind. MONEY!!!!!!
SO many things I want to do, so little TIME. Sometimes my brain really tries to think about more than one thing at a time. Like the djinn in the Bartimaeus trilogy (if you haven't read it, please, DO. It's a hoot. Seriously.). Anyway. The point is, my brain can do what my body can't. And since my body can't do what my brain wants to do, I can't do what I want to do, and I'm talking about myself as if I'm 3 separate entities. YUCK.
I'm losing my articulate-ness, if there is even such a word. Not funny, yada yada, bugger off. I'm in a foul mood, and there's a thundercloud hovering over my head, ready to burst violently on anyone who dares to cross me. Vile rogues and villians.
10:28 AM
;and the DODO has the final say.
