|
Saturday, June 15, 2002
hey, it's me, kelly c, and i'm back!(to blogging). Here's the lowdown: as some of you may or may not know, i am currently working at as a smooth (elevator) operator at Arlington racetrack. that's where they race horsies. basically i sit on a stool and press people's buttons. i volunteered to work that position for forever because when it's a slow day, that little elevator becomes my fortress of solitude. there's mirrors on every side and on the ceiling and i can read a book or dance or make faces or pretend i'm hosting a talkshow ("oh goodness, mr. osbourne, i do say, you're so witty. and now our musical guest: the cure). i do get a little motion sick after awhile, though, and i kind of get paranoid because i think the the presure from the elevator going up and down is making my spine smoosh together.
i went straight to a family party from work today. that's about it. i need to get a haircut. i've been trying to grow out my bangs, but the whole process is really cramping my style. right. l8r sk8rs
posted by Kelljoy
@ 23:30
- - - - - - -
vicki come home i am now more bored than ever
posted by rayve nation
@ 20:39
- - - - - - -
mike, soory to hear about your grandma. was she your mom's or dad's mom? is she the sorry charlie one
im ditching the reverend. he is no more in my plans. i got trained to be a waitress yesterday and it was really fun. a male to female trans named cherry trained me. i had no idea until she told a story that said, "he" and she was like, "oh, it was he back then"! she's really cool and has great style and flirts with everyone. i dont hate that job anymore because now i dont have to wash other people's slime. lesson learned: please, please, please tip your waitress well. because ten percent goes to the poor fuck slopping around.
hooked up with a girl last night. it was like it always is. lesbians have such good technique, but strangely enough, i really like dick. it packs that extra something. hahha. fudgepacker.
ok, im kinda boring myself. i dont know when ill be home again but it wont be the 27. it will be later. im a changeable jerk, sorry. im not giving a date though because i'll just change it again.
posted by vic
@ 18:58
- - - - - - -
Man, yesterday was the longest day ever. We had my grandmother's funeral, and I was a pallbearer. They played bagpipes at the church and the cemetary, and I think bagpipes are the saddest sound i'll ever hear. After that, there was a reception, where I caught up with matt m. He had his hair slicked over to one side really sleazy-ball like, but he assured me that he didn't normally wear it like that. After that, we went home for a 2 hour respite (rasputine huh?) and then it was off to clair'es 8th grade graduation. I saw the toter family there. The kids have gotten so big! they're so cute. I also saw the hoverson family (fukkerzzz) Anyway, then we went out to eat at some italian resturaunt in edison park. I was so exhausted; i went to sleep at midnight.
right now i am at the library, looking for cyberpunk novels to read to make my brain mushy (hey, i need something to do that--im gettin desparate here)
posted by rayve nation
@ 13:05
- - - - - - -
Thursday, June 13, 2002
karen, are you coming down here before i go back up there? perhaps you should! it may be a quick jolt of expensive fun to end my run. rhyming, and i just woke up too. ive been sleeping during the day - not good. i cant get enough sleep since i fucked myself that one day. im going to change that belief though and then watch the sparks fly! im gonna be rested and fancy-free. i dont think this john thing is happening. i havent talked to him in days, and to be honest, in my future picture, it's me alone driving outta here. the same way i came in. and that is much more fitting.
ball game with dollar beers or hip-hop show at coffee house that a boy invited me to by following me to the bathroom and saying, "you have really amazing eyes. i hope that doesnt freak you out." what shall i chose? either way, im ending at 80's night because you can dance if you want to, and i wanna DANCE!
tomorrow i learn how to be a waitress. rrrrowl.
karen let's talk on the phone, hey, why not?
love you all!
posted by vic
@ 17:49
- - - - - - -
Wednesday, June 12, 2002
hey, kids. why aren't we doin some thing craaaazy? we've got so much time on our hands...
posted by rayve nation
@ 16:08
- - - - - - -
wtf this guy keeps looking at me at work and its kind of making me uncomfortable. i cannot tell whether he is looking at me, looking at me because i am looking at him, or whether he's just looking at his computer screen. its so weird and kind of annoying.
posted by rayve nation
@ 10:21
- - - - - - -
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
my lease starts on Saturday! I need a job! I've been thinking about going into the post office and seeing if they need an extra mailperson. I realize that this is a government job so they'll probably do a drug screen, but my family doctor is pretty hip (not to mention a UofC alum) and talks with me 'bout how pot should be legalized everytime I visit... so I'm gonna go in and have him do a drug test and give me advice as to how to pass the next one. Remember two years ago when I was getting that park district job and I smoked a ton with you guys three days before my drug test? hahaha... I put on my "jogging pants" to-day and went "running," and the strangest thing happened. After I ran a couple miles, my entire body was covered in this strange, cool, clear liquid-and stranger yet- it seemed to come from within my very pores! I am aghast at the implications. Hey, I'd appreciate it if anybody who knew of a place to get free or cheap furniture would let me know, and I think it would be fun to go furniture shopping. Anybody wanna?
posted by heinous
@ 15:52
- - - - - - -
i had two turtles named fuckface and shitbox...or was it shitface anfd fuckbox? either way.
i hate my job. yesterday i slipped in the grease hellhole that is the dish pit and dropped a pile of dishes i was holding. i also hit my face against the wall and split the inside of my lip. it hurt like hell. i almost started crying, i havent done that in ages. then the fucking bosslady griped on me about it on THREE seperate occasions. "you know, you broke many of my dishes today. please be careful with my dishes and my art glass" HAH! ART GLASS, FUCK YOU LADY MY MOM MAKES ART GLASS HUNDREDS OF CHEAP CERAMIC PLATES DO NOT ART GLASS MAKE. it woulda been fine but she was so much intentionally trying to make me feel bad about myself that i could barely take it. working in a hierarchal system is so bad for everyone involved. they're gonna train me as a waitress on thursday so only one more day slaving in shit. im leaving soon anyway so fuck em.
i'll be home on the 27th. im going to go and smoke pot now all day long. try and stop me! oh, you cant, bosslady because im not working. i can do whatever i want.
IM FREE and you own a restaurant...or does your restaurant own you?
what was doubly upsetting is that there was a short staff meeting on how to put degreaser on the floor and the one dishwasher showed up drunk as a skunk and then i, a hardworking, friendly, eager and patient as the day is long employee get treated like shit.
im complaining. i suppose i created this reality too, which is annoying. why did you do that consciousness?
reverend john occasionally grates on my nerves and he talks so damn much. plus when i beat him in rummy he makes us keep playing until he wins again. im looking forward to going home.
marisa, when will you be back from oregon? i'll be home from june 27 till july 15. let's hang out!
lets eat cake on my birthday. a huge moist cake not from morningfields. lets do drugs and go somewhere beautiful. anyone down?
love you all!
posted by vic
@ 13:17
- - - - - - -
slave temp mike: keep on truckin', baby. i'm sorry your boss doesn't know you exist.
for those of you following the missing shoe diaries: puzzo and i just spent about fifteen minutes hunting for them. i even waved my toes in his face, hoping that somewhere in his mutty DNA there lurks a strand or two of hound, but that didn't work (duh). so i gave up, pulled a clean shirt off a big table in my room and SHAZAM there they are! under a pile of clean laundry! yay! no more walking funny in my birks to avoid the stabby stabby of the glass in my foot for six hours!
teehee i love comfy shoes and carole king.
T minus 9 days until i leave for oregon!
fin.
posted by marisa jo
@ 11:16
- - - - - - -
it feels so creepy when you do something for your boss and he doesn't say thank you
posted by rayve nation
@ 10:40
- - - - - - -
i just put a pizza in the oven. when i threw the dough it mysteriously landed in the shape of a spaceship. or is it a sombrero? but those are mexican, not italian. not that spaceships are italian, though they often appear to have that sleek modern design that could easily be italian. was i abducted by aliens? okay, my pizza is ready now.
p.s. = i still can't find my shoes.
posted by marisa jo
@ 00:12
- - - - - - -
Monday, June 10, 2002
dude, where are my shoes? seriously dude, where are they? i took them off friday afternoon and when i went to put them on today they are nowhere to be found. if you've seen these puppies, (but mine have a little pink paint on the right shoe) let me know.
posted by marisa jo
@ 16:13
- - - - - - -
you know whats funny? I can't get to the monster from work because it is censored
posted by rayve nation
@ 14:07
- - - - - - -
i couldn't sleep last night, and then suddenly i find myself scouring the grout between the white ceramic tiles in the bathroom in joan crawford fashion. scary. very scary. i think i got a tiny piece of glass stuck in my foot last month and now it's starting to surface and it makes me say OUCH and limp like a gimp.
boo hoo!
posted by marisa jo
@ 11:23
- - - - - - -
I wasn't gonna post, because I thought my heart was not in the right place, but damn my heart is doing grrrreat now! A lil' someone someone who I was all kinds of smitten with is all kinds of smitten with me. He's on hold till Montreal, but some electronic interest-taking should commence shortly. Upon some reflection though, I realized that palm reader was so fucking dead on about me. Just keep breathin' deep children!
Long wonderful weekend in Chicago. Friday, we all went home to R F and hung out and ate and got along fairly well. L is such a great great kid. She wields so much power and doesn't know it. Meaning, when she puts out her hands to go to you, it's such a good feeling. She makes everyone so much happier, and she really is a cool kid. Drank in the driveway with d and t (K--it brought me back to our short stint of "you have mole eyes!!" that went down in the same place)
which pretty entertaining. Next day, went to this graduation party, and hung out with the cool ukr-s, but still shortly spoke with the "I've been in the tanning bed for so long that I look like a Boston baked bean" Ukr-s (I really do not exaggerate there). Got drunk there, then went home to R F again with a friend of ours and hung out and drank some more, until mama and tato came home and we scurried like 15 year olds to hide the beer and cigarettes. Went home, were supposed to wake up an hour and a half later to go bike riding on Lake Shore Drive, which was supposed to be closed down for a few hours, but we totally overslept. My mom came over with church sandwhiches, then my sister and I biked to the North side for the Wells Street arts fest and the Old Town Arts fest. Both were filled with bad art and grown up frat boys. Then we hung out with my sisters law school friend plus boy plus other friend who all went to U of C together. They're good peoples---she lives on Western, two blocks north of Division, where there is a lot of crack being trafficked. She heard gunshots last week. Oh yeah! So earlier on, we come home from the bike ride and the old people (this building, as a reminder, is all old people) are having a building meeting and rope us into it. It was fucking hysterical. They are all such characters---I love it. They automatically called me Stef-cya which is the equivalent of Steffi---the S- just passed over their heads. And as soon as they found out I was workin' for the mothership again, they started laughing about how long they have to wait, it was extremely entertaining. Alright, well I gotta go to bed.
Marisa, we should go out for a beer sometime.
posted by Record Album
@ 01:14
- - - - - - -
|
