I miss my grandmother today.
What happens to people after they die?
Hello, Is Anybody Out There? January 9, 2008
Today was a tough day. I didn’t get something that I really, really wanted. Rejection came in the form of a general email- thank you for submitting – we received an overwhelming amount of submissions, blah fucking blah blah. I’d like to say that I tried my best BUT I can’t even say that honestly.
Have I been giving it my all? Not really. I’ve been caving in to every delicious temptation out there.
Maybe this is the slap in the face, water thrown on my face, wake up call that I need – to get my act together?
Maybe. Hopefully.
Today was a Flaming Lips’ “Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots” repeat shuffle music night. Fight Test always wants to make me weep. And if you call me a pansy – I’ll kick you in your nuts. I swear I will.
Now while I was never Midas- I was always a lucky, lucky girl – I hope my luck hasn’t run out lately. Because that’s two rejection letters in 2008 already and it’s only day 8 of the new year.
It has to get better right?
For now, I guess all I can do is to really try harder – work harder -
Pep talks are always hardest when administered to one’s self.
“Thanks for the pep talk, Ency.”
“No problem, Ency – now get the fuck out of here and make me proud.”
Not All Girls Dream About Their Wedding Day November 17, 2007
I went bridal shopping with my friend last week. We went to Mark Ingram which was filled with amazing wedding gowns. Amazing EXPENSIVE gowns. She looked beautiful in practically everything she tried on. The fabric and the cuts were lush but at the same time had a classic restraint to them. Now, I understand why she is having such a hard time not plopping down huge amounts of money for her gown.
I don’t know. Watching my friend plan her wedding – has made me reconsider whether I will have a wedding. It’s not that I’m cheap- I’m just very practical- I don’t know if I can throw tens of thousands of dollars away on a wedding.
There are so many other things I want and need to spend my money on- I’d like to eventually buy an apartment. I feel like I need to start really saving for my future. Plus, I’ll definitely have no help from my parents for my wedding.
But at the same time- everyone knows how much I love to throw parties. Heh, maybe we’ll run off and elope- or try to plan a cheap destination wedding- where only those who really love us show up for it.
Right now, we’re planning a holiday party- which I think will be very, very fun- I hope.
Fan Mail! No, really! August 6, 2007
So, I got my first piece of hate email today! Someone wrote in to complain that I wasted three mins of their life reading my Brooklyn Fish Camp entry. They said I wasted their time by writing about what I ate there and other boring things like how I traveled to Brooklyn. Hmmm, I thought this was my blog and I should write what I want to write. I guess not. Maybe I should just get him to email me what he finds to be interesting so I can just post it on here.
I sent my fanboy an email telling him to piss off. If you don’t like what I write then don’t read it. You probably could have gained a minute and half back of your life by not writing me the email.
Factory Worker July 27, 2007
I work in a factory.
Okay, I don’t really WORK in a factory. But sometimes it just feels that way.
We manufacture and package up poo. Some people might call it lying… my boss calls it do you want to get paid or not? While I don’t think I outright lie- I definitely talk in euphemism.
The things I spin won’t ruin anyone’s life or really make any kind of dent in the world. Hell, it probably doesn’t even increase anyone’s sales or make anyone’s public or corporate image better anyway.
Overall, while the work I do is pretty meaningless and pointless- it does make the day go by faster. And there are definitely some interesting characters at work. Sometimes watching them and all the drama that unfolds around them is pay enough.
Who I am is not important. Where I work is none of your business. I want to keep my slightly better than average minimum wage job. If they find out I’m writing about el corporation- I don’t think they would find it haha funny.
