Orgy - 107
:wumpscut: - Witches’ Dance

I felt much better today–my dad gave me the money I earned painting the house and I went on a shopping spree with Danielle, it was great. I kind of realized today that all that stress about everything had completely fried my nerves. I took a relaxation bath tonight–I am now completely at zen. I got some fishnets today, I was going to wear a miniskirt tomorrow, but then I realized that as high as my boots go, I’d only have like three inches of exposed leg, it was just lame. I have to get some ankle-high boots–and the stupid currency rates are horrible (I have to buy my stuff from England). Evil world currency markets. Why can’t England’s economy crash? Just for one day? Oh well. I guess I’m returning to my normal materialistic self, which is kind of good.

I wish I could have laid around and read a novel, I had to finish painting the house, and then I had to go into town to see my friend Danielle…a social life is so strenuous. I feel like I’m the entertainment sometimes, but maybe that’s what friendship is about, to some degree.

Molly offered to pay me to clean her house, and she’d give me rides to and from my house. I’d love to do it: the fringe benefits are great (intelligent conversation), I just have to ask my dad first, I doubt he’ll have any problems with it though. I do a lot of menial work at my house, but the company is much less entertaining. I sometimes think my father was years ago replaced by an animatronic robot…but then I realize a robot couldn’t possibly be that lame. It would require a new programming language to fully emulate his lameness.

I don’t think I was seriously considering suicide yesterday, I haven’t experienced life as a homeless person, that would be quite an interesting experience…well…maybe from a philosophical perspective. Not having any posessions any more would be strange, all the stuff it took me years to get just gone. Hmm. Unless the world ends tomorrow, I’m going to finally get my dye!! I think I’m going to do it at school just because I won’t be able to wait until I get home. Tomorrow is going to be fun…I think. I still have to write that stupid plan tomorrow morning…I’m not sure what the essay is going to be on. The world is so cruel, I have class during Letko’s office hours. Evilness. I think I am going to do it on the area behind Safeway, I heard there’s an underground prostiution ring that runs from behind there. Well, I guess it isn’t underground if everyone knows about it, but still. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll go exploring, after I get my dye.