June 15, 2003 :: 11:38 p.m.
in the future, Anas platyrhynchos will be the dominant species
I found two ticks in my room today. TWO! One on a skirt that I was thinking about wearing, and one crawling up the wall by the stairs that Adam apprehended and destroyed. Both were squished into tissues and sent to their watery graves via the toilet. I'm pretty sure they hop the Dog Train into the house and then immediately find their way into my bedroom, where they conceal themselves until such a time when they can latch onto my tender bits and feed. Fucking dog. Fucking ticks. I swear to god I'm going to have Lyme Disease by the end of the summer. There will be absolutely NO surprise involved.
I did actually end up wearing a skirt today, if you can believe it, though not the tick-infested one. To understand why this is worth noting, one much first comprehend how very rarely I dress like a girl. I wear jeans. I wear old, ratty t-shirts from the men's section of the Salvation Army. My outerwear of choice is either a hooded sweatshirt or Adam's oversized army jacket (also from Sal's). I do not wear makeup, even though I have quite a prolific collection. I do not wear heels, ever, though I also own a few pairs of those. And I do not, I repeat, DO NOT wear dresses or skirts. Sometimes I get the urge to, but then I'm reminded that I look both ridiculous and unattractive in such things and it's back to the Emo Boy wardrobe. So when I say that I wore a skirt today, it basically means that you may want to make some "yeah, I'll be rich when hell freezes over..." statement, because it's probably already happened. Various relatives (and Adam) expressed surprise and confusion. It was sort of comfy, though. I have to say that I liked it. And it was a cute skirt, one with ducks on it that I got at (any guesses?) Sal's. Happy Duck Skirt Day.
My family's Father's Day shindig was held at my brother Adam's new house this year, and it was noticeably less bustling than usual. Out of my dad's seven (!) kids, five showed up - Mason, Adam, Shanny, Molly, and myself. Jobe and Teddy were apparently too busy to come and be with their dad, for which they will henceforth be known as Poo Children. Or Children of the Poo, if you prefer. Because all things considered, my dad rocks hardcore, and if I had any kind of income he would have been rolling in presents today. But alas, I do not, so all he got were hugs and the joy that is my presence. Pfft. Right. Sure. I really should have finagled $15 bucks out of my mom for a box of chocolates.
Adam came to visit me this morning, bearing a copy of Illustrator 9 and the upgrade to version 10 that worked perfectly on his computer. On mine, it once again went kerplooey. Something is wrong with my computer that makes Illustrator 10 not work, and it pisses me off royally. Version 9 is working fine, but the color palette thing sucks ass. Blah. Anyone want to buy me Illustrator 10 for my birthday? (Totally kidding here.)
Jesus fucking christ. I have poison ivy. When did this happen? GRRR. I am going to build myself a bubble and live inside of it. There will be no bugs. There will be no bats (I saw them tonight while walking the dog; it was horrifying and scarring and very, very traumatic). There will be no plants that give me gross, bubbly rashes of itchiness. I will have a fast internet connection that won't kick me off every 30 seconds and a hard drive that has lots of free space. I will own as many fun art-making programs as my shriveled little heart desires. I will have comfy furniture and yummy food and Adam will live there with me.
Mmm, fantasy bubble. Curse you for not existing, but thank you ever-so for seeing me through the poison ivy-filled night.
Good god, my dog has foul breath. Uck.
And with that - adieu.
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