Not only am I rotting in hell, but I’m a whore to boot. Is this why my Karma (or car-ma, as my loving Intrigued Reader pointed out) is kicking me in the ass?
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Not only am I rotting in hell, but I’m a whore to boot. Is this why my Karma (or car-ma, as my loving Intrigued Reader pointed out) is kicking me in the ass?
To my buddies Shawn and Chris on their recent exchanging of wedding vows in scenic New Orleans late last month!!! Aren’t they cute?

My body is screaming, “You’re exhausted! Take a nap!” but my mind is charged.
Had the best classes today with Barbara J. Winter, Shan’s hero and my new favorite author and instructor. Will write more later, but had fun learning about starting businesses and becoming an expert. Turns out that Barbara and crew asked ME to comment as an expert on endearing oneself to journalists as well as for ways to get letters to the editor printed. Wow! Who could have asked for more? Perhaps I really am an expert at something more than just ranting!!!
I always leave work when I’m this tired, but I never feel so excited, that tomorrow will be full of possibilities. I feel that way right now, and that’s the way every day should feel — I should always walk out with a sense of accomplishment and excitement for all the many things that I can and will do. Soon, my friends, life will turn out that way. Just not this weekend!
I leave you with some classic Barbara inspiration from my 42 pages of notes:
“People who have given up their dreams are adamantly against those who haven’t.” (i.e., your employer doesn’t want you to have dreams, because if they’re stuck in corporate hell, why should they care about what you want?)
“We never get to see the result of where many people’s imaginations could have taken them (the books they never wrote, the portraits they never painted, the inventions they never started or finished, etc).” (i.e., don’t let people beat your passion out of you or talk you out of it because they don’t get it.)
“Success comes to us inevitably when we go on our own paths.”
“John Lennon’s aunt told him he couldn’t make a living playing a guitar.”
“You don’t know how much work gets done in this world because people know and like each other.” (i.e., use your contacts and work with people you want to work with; don’t continue working with morons at your job.)
“People trade their mental and physical health for so little money.” (i.e., the 9-to-5 concept has been beaten into our heads for so long that we continue killing ourselves for a salary just to meet the bills, regardless of whether we like what we do or not.)
“Your physical being can change in the right environment, when you’re using the right tool (a pen, a brush, a jackhammer, etc.) … it’s like going to meet a lover — you achieve a different state of consciousness (when you’re happy with your life’s work.”
“The Buddhists have a far saner approach to work — they believe your real work is to FIND your life’s work, then to DO it with all of your heart.”
“Be sure, if you get into somebody’s book (that they’re writing), you’d better be an example and not a warning.”
“Never try to sell a product or service that you aren’t crazy about yourself. Only start a business you would be the first customer for.”
“We sometimes only see people after they are successful — but we shouldn’t miss the rehearsal.”
“If the light has gone out in your eyes, nobody will want to look at you.”
“It’s easier to create a new audience than a new speech.”
“The enemy of success is not failure … it’s inertia.”
So the corporate toilet otherwise known as MCI just informed me that they took another $156 from my bank account. Why, I ask you, why? Service has been gone for more than three months — they already rocked me for my final balance two months ago and took it out again last month. Fuckers! I need to change my bank account number. Thanks for raping the pitifully poor civilian, you corporate hairballs!!!
Couldn’t even enjoy my long-awaited bath after I got that fucking e-mail from them. Assholes!!!
I’ve got a hot date tonight … with the bathroom.
No, I’m not full of shit (although that point can probably be argued!), but I am cleaning it top to bottom. Rugs are already in the washer, and I’ve nuked the room with scrubbing bubbles. Now to get a gas mask (I wish!) and rubber gloves (more manageable) and I’m all set!
When I was scrubbing my car the other day, I realized how therapeutic it is for me to clean. (With the exception of my room, but at least that has a door I can close to hide that mess.) Something about not wanting to hover above one’s own toilet is a comforting concept. 🙂
At any rate, once I deplete and replenish the hot water supply, I am parking my ass in the tub for a hot bath. That alone makes this two-hour process worth it!
Another pathetic evening without a *real* date. 😉
*updated*
1. Name one song you hate to admit you like.
Willa Ford, “I Wanna Be Bad”
2. Name two songs that always make you cry.
Fisher, “I Will Love You”
Gladys Knight, “Midnight Train to Georgia” (and there’s a nice remake by the Indigo Girls)
The Carpenters, “Superstar” (honorable mention)
3. Name three songs that turn you on.
Um, I’m terminally horny. It would be easier to name three songs that DON’T turn me on!
Melissa Etheridge, “Like the Way I Do”
k.d. lang, “Constant Craving” (honorable mention)
Beth Orton, “Central Reservation”
Sophie B. Hawkins, “Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover”
4. Name four songs that always make you feel good.
Alanis Morissette, “No Pressure Over Cappuccino”
Don Henley, “Boys of Summer” (also beautifully re-done by D.J. Sammy)
No Doubt, “Hella Good”
Ani DiFranco, “Gravel” (honorable mention)
Evanescence, “Bring Me to Life” (a new addition; CD arrived after I posted this entry!)
5. Name five songs you couldn’t ever do without.
Lara Fabian, “Adagio”
Tara MacLean, “Settling” or “In the Wings” (tie)
Sarah McLachlan, “Elsewhere” or “Do What You Have to Do” (tie)
Jodi Sheeler, “No Regrets”
Joan Armatrading, “The Weakness in Me” (also beautifully re-done by Melissa Etheridge)
Bon Jovi, “Wild is the Wind” (honorable mention)
Okay, the glasses are fixed, but now I think I’ve forgotten my vehicle registration card somewhere in Fairfax County. I swear, I lose everything!
But I heard really good news today about one of my friends, so if it means she’s the one with my overdue good luck, I am completely fine with that.
Today’s priceless comment: I walked into the optometrist’s office and said, “Can you help me? I’ve got a screw loose!”
I’m taking two classes in D.C. tomorrrow — one on how to make a living without a job (by freelancing and/or setting up my own business), and another on how to establish oneself as an expert in whatever the field. Not much else going on, but that’s OK — I look forward to having a couple of days without high drama!!!
We all know how rotten the last two days have been for me, but don’t think I’m on the upswing yet … my eyeglasses just collapsed into four pieces. Heh. Figures!
Er, pours. Christ, I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying today!
Cat costs: $200
DMV: $81
Car wash: $10
Steering wheel cover: $1
Flat tire: $25
Property taxes and penalties: $188
Fuel to run all over Creation: $14
Smokes, gum and iced tea for the ride: $6
Traffic ticket: um, can’t remember, but it’s a LOT
Telling the Property Tax guy, after he asked me if I knew where to place my tax sticker and I replied, “Yes, I know exactly where I can stick it.”: PRICELESS
After five — count them, five! muahahahaha (remember The Count on “Sesame Street”? I’m having flashbacks — hours at the INS … er, DMV … and $81 later, I went out to the parking lot to find a flat tire.
Oh, and I had to pay to get my license reissued, because they had listed me a a male. I told them look, you’re gonna have to take my word for it, but I’m all girl. So they charged me for it. When I argued, the chick said, “Well, you should’ve come in and gotten it changed sooner; it would have been free within one week of the mistake being made.” At said point, I had been there 4.5 hours, so let’s just say I look like HELL in my picture — seventh layer of Dante’s Inferno hell, I tell you!!!
Gotta run … hopefully the flat tire is fixed. I just asked them to put my new Virginia plates on the car as well. What the hell, right? I’m already broke, and knowing me, the plates would sit in my trunk for another eight months anyway if I didn’t ask someone to lend a sister a hand.
Please tell me things are going to get better soon!!!