2003-06-23

Everytime I spend the weekend with the Crusty one and the Melpal I end up needing a couple of days off.

Its like an high intensity mental workout with those guys, and though they keep me laughing there is always that serious undercurrent that drains the life from me by Sunday night. I had to go to a yoga class just to relax, and normally I find yoga quite painful and stressful, but yesterday it was a blessing and a relief.

Have begun a plan to make Jman take me to New York and LA with him in August/September. He's playing the Blue Note and a couple of other bigtime jazz places, and I have so far offered to do "anything", including dishes, if he'll take me with him. Quite an outrageous promise from me, Queen of the Full Sink. So I am trying to psychically (?) and/or telepathically send little mental reminders to him to take me over. All help is appreciated!

Found a venue for the wedding and things are falling into place but when I told the fiancee last night that i didn't plan on being a working mother who supported him as well he got shirty and went on his little "you think negative all the time" trip which I just threw back in his face and told him it was bullshit and when was i gunna see the money? He had no answer for that. I think I pissed him off good! Which is fine, cause things have been a bit too lovey dovey around our place recently and I am going out of my mind cause there is no drama. I'm the goddamn drama queen, so where's my frickin lifestyle??? I demand there be at least a war of attrition to amuse me...

Feel proud cause I cleaned up my office and now realise that tax time is coming up and I have the literal shoebox full of receipts. My accountant loves me cause he can bill me for full time as he sorts through the jungle of paper that is my tax return. Oh, did I say shoebox? Make that plural... I have four shoeboxes full of receipts. My my I have been a good little consumer this year! And hopefully i will be rewarded with a nice biiiiig return which i will immediately spend on lollies and frivolous lipstick. And a black leather couch (new obsession - have outrageous desire to copulate on couches made from cow - very Hush Hush!).

Yeebada yeebada, that's all folks

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