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Innerworkings
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2001-11-01 01:31:08 (UTC)

Fuckin Holloween

I hate this goddam holiday. I hate all holidays, especially
this one. I'm sitting at my computer like a goddam
crotchety old bastard in a pair of Guiness suspenders and a
wild orchid tee shirt, my eye is twitching like a
motherfuck and I still haven't slept since like two days
ago. My mom took Mal and Brittany out trick or treating,
Chelsea and Devin went to Strathmore Village to cause some
mayhem with a few cartons of eggs and some silly string.
I'm sitting here waiting for Brett or Jacki to call me so
we can go to the fucking diner and get some coffee already.
I went into work this morning at seven. The entire office
was empty, not even Bill was there yet. I'd just gone to
bed two hours earlier, so I was pissy as hell and yelling
at my mom for actually asking me to go to Sevs for her.
Then she made me feel bad by going and bringing me back a
french vanilla cappuccino and a coffee roll. So I sit at
that stupid desk for the next eight hours, scanning one
file after another onto that fucking slow-as-shit computer,
answering the phones because everyone else quit, putting up
with bitchy old ladies on the other line, asking me about
oozing and things I don't want to think about.
I wrote Shoe a letter. An email, actually, but that doesn't
matter. I accused him of being in Lindsey-Hatred Denial, I
know he's really not, I just felt like giving him a hard
time because he left me a weird message. I ended the email
with, "I have to go have nightmares about lobatomies." This
was in reference to the shitty movie Jacki dragged me to
last night, From Hell. Johnny Depp looked good in it,
(would you expect anything else?) but it was a pretty
fucked up movie, and not scary at all. It was a little
disturbing when they strapped this screaming girl down to a
table and gave her a lobatomy against her will with some
fucking evil-looking knife thing. It actually got to my
head a little bit last night...I'm very squeamish about
anything medical. And I mean it's bad. I can't go into
hospitals, I get lightheaded. I pass out cold when I get
blood taken, and that's just from the finger-prick test,
I've yet to have blood taken from my arm. I don't like
doctors. I fainted at the eye doctor when they did the
glaucoma test. I fainted at the dentist the first time I
had a cavity filled, but I didn't get novacaine because I
didn't want a shot in the gum. It didn't even hurt, the
drill just creeped me out. I've been meticulously careful
not to break any bones or get any really deep cuts. As a
result, I've never needed stitches. I don't know how the
fuck I'm ever going to have children.


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