Soapbox Diner
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Sweat and Toil are signs of beauty, right? |
02.27.07 |
I just added a new guestbook, as apparently signmyguestbook sucks now. Anyway, the link is below. Just thought I'd share the information.
Other than that, blech. I took some work home for extra $$. I'm very much more inclined, however, to spend the rest of the evening multislacking. Despite my desperate proclivity towards vegging, I must MUST do some work, as I am attempting to re-fi the mortgage and their all bastards. And this is when I pull a Forest and say, 'And that's all I have to say about that.'
Anyway, Mr. T volunteered me to DJ his step-father's retirement party this weekend and has been harassing me unendingly ever since to get the five hours of music I've compiled organized and burned. Not that I was ASKED. Not that anyone bothered to call me directly to see if I had the time or was so inclined. Not that I will even be attending. You see, I will be bringing more work home with me this weekend and will not be attending the function. I have to earn an assload of money so I can re-fi. Bet I will be pissed if they come back and say my payment after all is said and done will be >/= $200 lower a month.
My girl from work called me on the way home and we gabbed all the way home about why being strong, smart and independent rocks, and why we are cursed to have it all. Heh. We've decided that smart, strong, independent girls are lonely and heart broken souls, usually with fabulous girlfriends and a hidden self-loathing over wanting men but being generally unwilling to take the crap one must to keep him around. I talked her out of hating all men and she gave me a pep talk over ditching my mismatched dud. Eh. As in all things recently, I am ambivalent.
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