At the moment, I am bored senseless.

Therefore, I am going to spout out a random Fishy stream of consciousness.

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I have found a presidential candidate that I feel I can support in good conscience.

:: Wes Clark ::

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what’s your inner flower?
[c] sugardew

Neat. I like hibiscus tea.

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I’m sure there’s something I need to do right now, but I can’t imagine what it is. I’ve been in the office since 10am, but I haven’t done one single thing.

Ted and I went shopping on our lunch. He bought me a new pair of pin-striped DogPile bondage pants, a pair of rhinestone cat-eye sunglasses and a New York Dolls babydoll. Me luvs him. =)

As pleasant as lunch was, I can’t help but stare at the clock and will today to be over with. I won’t be home from work tonight until about 10-10.30pm, which means another day will slither by without me having filled any Lab orders, working on the site update, or getting any writing done.

Believe me, when I get home from a shift like this, I’m lucky if I can get my shoes off before I pass out.

I am dreading tonight’s show: Chicago (gag), night two. It’s always shit-stupid when a show runs multiple nights. I can count on at least 75 morons showing up with tickets for the wrong evening. Last night’s crowd was as rude, stupid and sh’ugly as I predicted it would be, and tonight will be worse.

5 more weeks.

5 more long and buttcheekclenchinglystupid weeks, and I am back to the loquacious, semi-sane person I am for four months out of every year. I can’t fucking wait. As much as I like getting a paycheck, I don’t seem to be doing anything else other than working and working, then working, and then going home and working. I’m a crabby bitch and a complete bore, and I don’t seem to talk about / think about anything other than the Lab and these theatres.

Meh.

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Does anyone know a way to get rid of those patchy white bits that appear on rubber when it’s been exposed to sunlight? Big fuckup that I am, I think I’ve ruined my rubber cheongsam, two rubber catsuits, a buttload of leggings and rubber bras, my rubber nurse uniform, a Murray & Vern dress, two corsets and a House of Harlot buckle dress… all in one fell swoop.

Yay for carelessness. I suck.

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Well, that was depressing. I think I’ll go back in the kitchen and watch my Bulldogs lose to LSU: that should ensure that I walk into the box office in a thoroughly foul mood.