Archive for February, 2004
- Ani DiFranco
("Reckoning/Revelling")
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if you ask me
I'll say
yes please
to you today
so don't ask me
cuz I'm weak that way
just don't ask me
o.k.
I'm so glad we got that
straightened away
if you see me
walk by
you better just let me
walk by
you better not
bat your pretty eyes
you better not
stop me to say hi
I got a sweet tooth today
so you better not cut that pie
if you ask me
I'll say
yes please
to you today
so don't ask me
cuz I'm weak that way
just don't ask me
o.k.
28 February 2004 at 2:34 am | No Comments » 
soundtrack
So, the party was (is, since the fucking thing is still happening, just across the street at a neighbourhood bar) a big success, and I am inebriated beyond such comprehension I've ever known.
He came. I knew what would happen if he did. He would be polite, but distant and introverted when I wanted him desperately to be there. I was right. And I ended up getting depressed when he left, even though he was polite, and he said he had a good time.
I should've told him not to come. I should've asked him not to call.
Oh well, this is the price you pay when you do stupid fucking shit. I deserve it. I probably won't learn in the future, but I guess it's good to be at one with the fact that my justice is rightfully dispatched.
28 February 2004 at 2:33 am | No Comments » introspection
In my neverending quest to make my life needlessly dramatic, I invited this boy to Leelu's birthday gathering this weekend. I didn't want to, mostly because I'm not looking forward to the party I'm apparently throwing for her and her friends, and because little miss M is quietly inching her way up my patience stick. That and strangers, especially strangers in my house, make me projectile vomit.
But Jake wanted me to invite him, and he claimed he'd steal my cell phone and get the number to invite him himself if I refused to, and I did want to see him cos we haven't really talked since he moved, so I said okay.
Haven't mentioned it to C.S. We're not dating, but I think he'd be upset if he knew I was hanging out with him even though the likelihood of anything happening while the house is full of my drunken roommates' drunken friends is slim to slimmer.
Still. Dialing his number and hearing his voice made me perk up a little. It shouldn't.
25 February 2004 at 7:46 pm | No Comments » the daily things
25 February 2004 at 12:47 pm | No Comments » introspection
Ryan: i'm not patronizing you.
Ryan: i'm avoiding fuckage with a rubber chicken
24 February 2004 at 12:57 pm | 1 Comment » chatlogs
I just walked in the door two seconds ago, scooped up my mail, noticed a letter from the Unemployment Insurance Appeal Board. Intrigued, I open.
"This is to advise all parties of the reopening of the decision of the Appeal Board. The board has determined to reopen the decision on the board's own motion to reconsider the timely statement submitted by the claimant."
I'm going to explode.
That's why there was no explaination in the letter I got last week. Cos they hadn't received my appeal. And now they have, and because of it they've decided to reexamine the case.
And you know what? They wouldn't decide to go back on their previous ruling unless they felt a reason to.
I knew I was going to win. I felt it so fucking strongly. I knew it.
Thank you christ allmighty and every other angel up there in the stars.
::explodes.::
23 February 2004 at 5:49 pm | No Comments » the daily things
C.S: i'm your hershey boy of luvvvvvvvvvv baby, i got almonds in my lovvvve baby, so open my wrapper and break off a piece of my heart, do dodo doooooo
22 February 2004 at 2:47 am | No Comments » chatlogs
- Kina
("Kina")
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for all the things you said I'd never do
for all the things you said that were untrue
for all the times you made me feel alone
said I'd never make it on my own
things are looking up for me now
it seems like karma's making its rounds
it's my turn now, won't be held down, no
karma's gonna visit you too
you gotta pay for the things you put me through
I hope you do, I hope you do
yeah, I hope your hell is filled with magazines
and on every page you see a big picture of me
and under every picture the caption should read
not bad, for a girl from the gutter like me
for all the times you said "I got your back"
for all the times you stabbed me
for all the times you tried to hurt my pride
for all the pain I held down deep inside
needed to make me weak to help you feel stronger
I know y'all bitches think I'm somewhere dying inside
oh yeah, poor Kina, she went home
she couldn't take it no longer
but, I'm right here
I'm right here
yeah
19 February 2004 at 1:01 am | No Comments » soundtrack
So, upon arriving at work this morning, I promptly started placing calls. Last night I rounded up three numbers for three agencies, hoping one of them could direct me to a lawyer. By 5 PM, when I was leaving, I'd called fifteen different agencies.
The summary of my oh-so-productive day were that I enlisted the help of an advocacy agency, and I spoke with several lawyers. One was interested in taking my case, but she wanted an up-front fee I couldn't afford. However, everyone I spoke with told me that I had an exceedingly strong case, and I shouldn't be disheartened by the denial of benefits. One in particular told me that she'd seen people go to the state supreme courts and still be denied, then win substantial amounts of money in a suit, and vice versa. I feel stellar.
And in honor of my stellar feelings, I dedicate the next post to someone in particular, who deserves every single line.
::runs off to organise a parade.::
19 February 2004 at 12:58 am | No Comments » the daily things
