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Get’er done August 27, 2006

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Today has been a very very productive day for me.  I got the grocery shopping done with the girl. We went to the thrift store and bought some clothes to transform into costumes for spirit week at school. I got all, ALL, the laundry washed and dried.  They has not happened in a very long time. I usually always have one or two loads left over. I got 1/4 of my portable dressing room built. I got my girl’s pirate costume made: Lace sewn on the cuffs of a white shirt, pants taken in at the waist, and waist sash made. We even rummaged through my jewelry box and found some fabulous hoop earrings for her.  I finished one of the troupe tops and got half finished with another. 2.5 down, 3.5 to go.

Good day all round.

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Yawn August 27, 2006

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I’ve been away for while. I’m so busy and so tired.  I went back to the doc and now I’m on two antidepressants. Ain’t that sweet!  You know what that means? No sex drive! None, nil, zip, zilch, nada, nothing. I’m hating this. I haven’t had a good orgasm in weeks.  This will not last. I can’t live like this. Of course I can’t live like a manical schizophrenic psychopath lunatic 4-5 days every month either. Man, what I wouldn’t give to have a penis and testosterone right now. Gentleman, Estrogen SUCKS!!

And tired? OMG, I could fall asleep at the drop of a hat. Anytime, anywhere. Except that I have to work and drive to work. And there’s dance which actually increases my energy to the point that I come home wired. And I voluteered to make the 7 tops for my dance troupe’s next show which is Sept 9th and I’ve still got to work on my choreography for my Shimmyathon performance.   (Ya know, a little monetary love from you guys would be nice. Click the link and visit the Atlanta dancers, click on Donaleah. Link will open in a new window.) So I’ve got all this shit to do and I’m so tired I feel like I’m dragging myself around half the time barely awake.

But really I miss the sex. I want my screaming toe-curling orgasms back. I want to want it again. I hate this. I hateithateithateithateit.  Two more weeks and we’ll see if I go crazy again. If not… then, I don’t know. I know I don’t want to stay on this medicine.

Lonely August 17, 2006

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Gawd, I’m so lonely I could freaking die. I just feel like something is missing from this life of mine. I could use more time but what would I fill it with.  I’m definitely missing my libido. I’m getting off the damn anti-depressants. I’m talking to my doc tomorrow. I haven’t had a good orgasm in months and dammit I want one. But besides that, I’m lonely. I want someone to sit on the couch with and snuggle and hold hands with and someone to look at me like I’m the whole world.

But the husband comes home tomorrow so I don’t have time to go find someone. Maybe after the Zoloft wears off I’ll feel better.

Still here August 13, 2006

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I know, I know but I’ve been busy yo. Doing what? This!

busy-sewing.JPGIsn’t it just fabulous. I’ll find out tomorrow night if it’s dance-able or if it’ll falloff of me. And guess what? I’ve got two solo performances coming up. One on Sept 9 and one on Sept 23. The day before my 41st birthday. WooHoo!  I’m so freaking excited I just about can’t stand it.

I’ll try to be back tomorrow but I’m working on another beaded top in addition to being take caring of the family.

Later folks.

Taking the Red-eye August 9, 2006

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I have episcleritis. Sounds scary eh? It’s not really. Here’s what it is:

Episcleritis presents as a relatively asymptomatic acute onset redness in one or both eyes. Typically, you’ll observe a sectoral injection of the episcleral and overlying conjunctival vessels, although the redness may be diffuse throughout these tissues. Occasionally, there may be a translucent white nodule centrally within the inflamed area (nodular episcleritis). While some patients complain of mild pain or tenderness to the affected region, particularly upon manipulation, often there is no associated discomfort. The cornea remains clear in this condition, although long-standing or recurrent episcleritis may lead to dellen formation. There is no associated anterior chamber reaction.

Yep, I’ve got the red-eye. Not to be confused with the pink-eye. The scary part? While they don’t know what causes it…in certain instances there may be an association with some underlying systemic disease such as rheumatoid arthritis, polyarteritis nodosa, systemic lupus erythematosus, inflammatory bowel disease, sarcoidosis, Wegener’s granulomatosis, gout, herpes zoster virus or syphilis.

Great, just fucking great!

Ref:http://www.revoptom.com/handbook/sect2f.htm

Nothing Up Her Sleeve August 9, 2006

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Not work safe.

WooHoo August 4, 2006

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First day of school!  BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Make you own damn catchy title August 2, 2006

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Got a nice little suprise from my boss yesterday. A bonus check. Not big but nice enough to pay my way to a BD seminar if I find one that I really really want to go to.  This is her of paying me off for sitting through that inspection without any, let me repeat that, WITHOUT ANY administrative support from my section. So boss, thank you for the check, but FUCK OFF anyway.

To Kitten: FUCK YOU. Okay, I’m just sick of your condescending attitude. I haven’t been doing this shit as long as you have, I don’t have the grace you have, I’m a hell of lot more fucking insecure than you are. You’ve been around the block a few more fucking times than I have and dammit i don’t need your shit. If I ask Pixie how to do a double spinning, side step, camel with hip twist I do not need your stringy haired belly hanging loud mouth self looking at me like I just fell off the turnip truck and saying, “Why are you having trouble with that, that’s SOOOOOOO easy”  Fuck you DRY. Okay bitch. Just leave me the hell alone.

To Pixie: Get the hell over it. We are paying you money to be taught. I don’t give a damn if we come in and drill the same 3 moves over and over and fucking over again, at least we will be getting some fucking instruction. I don’t give a damn if you’re burnt out or wanting something new or whatever but when it’s class time fucking teach or give me back my fucking money. Throwing on some music and saying dance isn’t always the answer.  So get the hell over it. You’re supposed to be a fucking professional and do what you’re being paid to do…. which is not, btw, to sit on the floor look cute and say “I just don’t know what to do.”