•Monday•
I'm waiting on Rudy to call. We're supposed to go see 'Not Another Teen Movie' tonight. My laundry's almost done. There's a downside I find to doing laundry, though. It's as if my clothes muliply like mogwai after getting wet. And I still don't have drawers to throw 'em in. I folded all my t-shirts already and they're too many. This week ... IKEA. Eric's supposed to be helping me get a desk this week too.
How many email offers can I possibly get for a 'FREE CELLPHONE?' I got like three today alone! Same email address. I frickin hate spam. Like seriously. I loathe the people who send me those offers. I loathe the people at 'HotTeenPussy'. I loathe the people who think my penis could be 3-4 bigger. My penis is just fine! I loathe the people who think I'm a gambler and keep telling me about online casinos. I want to do terrible things to these people. Like 'flush-the-toilet-while-they're-in-the-shower' terrible.
I don't even check my AOL mail. There's no use. I don't think I've ever given out that address, I don't really use screenname, yet ... yet I manage to get email from 'Bad House Wife' Subject: 'Don't tell my husband'. I see email like that and I just delete. Just select-all and delete. And the next day? The mailbox is filled with smut again.
I was bitching about spam to someone the other day.
"Pussy?" they typed in scorn. "Eeeewww."
See ... for me, it doesn't make a difference. Spam is spam. If I got unsolicited from some gay porn site, I'd be equally pissed. I didn't sign up for it ... so don't send it to me. When I want porn, I go looking for it. I honestly wonder how people like that even sleep at night. I mean, a buck's a buck but I'm sure they get spam too. It has to piss them off the same way it does me. And I love the way they give you some bogus email at the bottom to unsubscribe.
Mark played hooky today. He called me around noon asking if anyone called.
"Nope."
"Could you do me a favor? Don't answer the phone for about an hour or so. I'll be home around 3. I'm playing hooky."
Thirty-five and playing hooky. I so should've called his boss.
I didn't do that much today. Surprise. I sorted through files on my laptop, looking for huge ones I can kill. I have to make room for some work I have to do for Keri. I'm not sure if I have the job yet but she asked me to play around some packaging designs for that same product I created the logo for. It's a very cool opportunity. Everyone will not only see the logo I did, but the packaging on the shelves. I'm a little intimidated but I told her I'd play around with some ideas. New set of cards I'll probably have to start working on later this week or early next week. And I'm very glad. Another set of 12, I think. I get paid for every card plus a basic designer's fee. And that goes for every set of 12 I do. So I won't be a total broke-ass much longer. That first check should be completely processed this week and I'll have money. My rent's already paid, so most of it will be saved. And as much as I'd love to go on a mini shopping spree ... I'm not going to. Not until I have an almost steady cash-flow. The only thing I'm really wanting to splurge on is that minidisc player. It's only around $200. I just hope I can get it guilt-free.
