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    I had an interview at 1PM today. It’s the first interview I’ve had for anything anywhere near BFE, which is where I currently live. When people say “I’m way out in BFE” they could probably stop by my house for tea on their way to somewhere better. Seriously. Middle of nowhere.

Even though the job is near my house, the interview was in Baton Rouge. That’s fine. It’s worth the trip. I showed up there early, had an awkward interview of course, and took my tests. I start tomorrow at noon instead of Monday so I can get everything on a slower day. Everything went wonderfully until I was about to walk out the door. I don’t know why I didn’t see it coming, but the manager(I think) caught me and told me that when he called the place to tell them I’d be starting tomorrow, they informed him that they had gone through multiple staffing companies and they didn’t need anyone anymore. Yep. That’s the fucking story of my life. it was so hard not to cry in front of those people. I’m just sick of something like this, something completely out of my control happening last minute once I have my hopes up.

So then I’m so upset, I went the wrong way on the interstate. By the time I realized it, I had ended up in Hammond, which is FAR away.  Bring on the tears. I stopped and got a HUGE chocalatey cappuccino to drown my sorrow. It didn’t work. The cappucino was fantastic, though.

When I got BACK onto the interstate going the right way, the rain started. This wasn’t rain. I’ve heard that when it rains it’s angels crying. Well, today the angels were dealing with some serious depression. All of them. visibility was zero. none. a car passed me up and just disappeared. I was terrified. I had to drive ALL the way back from Hammond going between 35 and 40 on the 70mph interstate. I was an hour late picking Seth up.

When I finally got home, Gary accused me of being mean, when I was absolutely not. Way to make it all about you. Thanks. That just was it for me. I went to bed. I’m feeling a bit better now. I drew some, made some iPhone wallpapers  (which I will be posting next)   and made cheesecake.

I think I should make a list of books I’ve read this year. I need to do something to hold myself accountable to read more. I’ve seriously only read 3 books so far. So sad. Especially since I have had SO much free time. It doesn’t feel like it, but I do. I always feel like I have less free time when I have nothing but it.

If you live in or around Baton Rouge, you may be interested in this MySpace bulletin from Peter of Insomkneeacks. Insomkneestock 3 will begin at 10am March 8th. Be there or be… yeah.

hey soos its lookin like
march-8th from 10am-till-march 9th at 4-am we will bee havein’ our grandious openin party/fund-raiser-insomkneestock-3

soos
get your hair done/ shine the car /get the kids a knew outfit/set the date and lets get too gettin’
if you have your favorite band that has k-not contacted me too get on the bill tell them space is runnin’ out…

end
peter

wake-up and smell the coffee

Insomkneeacks is located over The Broadmoor Theatre at 9810 Florida Blvd, Suite B.

Last night was another miserable, painful night. I woke up around 3 to this terrible pain in my chest / upper abdomen area. I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I got up and looked up indigestion on WebMD. It’s the first thing I thought of because of a friend saying “you’ll KNOW when you have indigestion, it hurts like hell”. So that seemed to be it, the area was right. It felt more like I needed a doctor than Pepto, but I took some and some Ibuprofen and waited for the paint o subside. It eventually did. For about 2 hours. Then I was up again, and eventually so was Gary and I had to get Seth up. What a miserable fucking morning I’ve had.

WebMD is NOW telling me I have a peptic ulcer! Jesus. It also explains that as the source of my random back pain, too.

Holy hell, apartments in Paris are GORGEOUS!

I’m maybe going to Insomkneeacks tonight for poetry night.  Not a huge fan of poetry, but I AM a huge fan of performance.

I don’t know who knows, but I LOVE thrift stores. I can spend hours in a good one and not feel like I wasted any time. Theres so much awesomeness I feel like a pirate. Arrr! check out all the treasures, matey. There’s also a lot of junk to laugh at. Like, I understand how you could easily part with some of that junk. What I want to know is what the fuck ever made someone buy some of it?

Anyway, I thought it’d be cool to post photos of some of the neat stuff I find. Yesterday was the first time I went to one in a while. The one I like is America’s Thrift Store, mostly because it’s so huge you HAVE to find something. They build them inside old Wal-Mart buildings. They’re a little more expensive than Goodwill and the like, but still very cheap.

So anyway, yesterday I got a few things, but these were the best:

A little Japanese China teacup. It matches my rainbow coffee cup, also thrifted. The lines are so delicate. I drank coffee from it this morning. I felt like a princess! It was love at first sight. I believe it cost .59

An iron nutcracker. I assume he was a bookend because he’s flat and hollow on the back. This guy is fucking heavy. You could easily kill a man with him. This is my version of buying Christmas decorations early, and also my alternative to buying a gun. This is your first and only warning. This little piece of security cost me $2.49

I also got the Word for Windows Design Companion for version 2 for 1992. Theres a lot of design inspiration in it. Mostly text design. It’s really nice for such an old book. It put me back a whole $1.98

And for anyone else who loves thrifting, a couple of links to thrift-related blogs.

MTSS

Thrift Shop Project

(Does anyone know how,short of using the code editor,  to make the spaces go away when I hit enter ?)