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Nov. 2nd, 2003 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hiddenmuseI don't know what my problem is lately. I've just been feeling so funky & despondent - perhaps it's work and those frustrations taking themselves out on me - whatever it is, I don't like it.
I don't like being lifted out of this funk long enough to enjoy something until it's over, only to go crashing back into reality immediately afterwards.
Don't get me wrong, I am still on my antidepressants ... just dealing with the fact that stress and other assorted life-related bullshit can still force its way through the Lexapro-created barrier.
A bit of a weekend recap:
Thursday: After the concert, I went to the Non Prophets Halloween party long enough to make an appearance, have Tyson offer to buy me a drink (I declined, but in retrospect, should've taken him up on it), and go home alone.
Friday, I slept in until about 9 a.m., then went out to do some running - in my devil's horns, of course. I had a great time doing that, and got many compliments on the horns - as well as people telling me how cute and/or adorable I looked.
In the evening, I went to the Central West End for a Halloween party, only to discover that there were about 100 other people doing the devil thing. In turn, I was feeling a bit defensive and catty, remarking in my head that my horns were far better or the tail much cooler than someone else's.
Besides that, it was definitely fun to see how creative people could be - once you got past the 15 Roys (of Siegfreid & Roy), 12 Ozzys, the parade of angels, slutty nurses and devils ... there were a few originals: Rush Limbaugh, Anna Nicole Smith, Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head. (I'm partial to the gay boy in drag that walked past me and made a comment about how I'd probably think he was such a bastard for walking in front of me. I said, "no, actually, I'd think 'you bitch, you're prettier than me!'" He looked at me and smiled, then said, "Oh honey, you're pretty.")
Tiring of that particular scene, I decided to appease my inner Fag Hag and go to a local gay bar. Only one other devil there - and I conceded that he was the better devil because he had a kick-ass boa. Besides that, I was in his terrain ... no use stepping on toes, you know? And you've gotta love it when you go to a bar, sit at a table nursing your amaretto sour & watching videos, only to have a cute boy in tighty-whities come up & give you a shot of Cutty Black whiskey, telling you "you need to drink this, honey". :)
I went home that night, watched my guilty pleasures: late night dating shows, then went to bed.
Saturday was gross, rainy and laid-back. I don't really remember much of what I did ... except for taking a nap, dropping off a roll of film from the BNL show to be developed, watching Saturday Night Live and the late night dating shows again.
One big highlight was getting "King of Bedside Manor" love from the show last night! Thank you! :^D
Today was more of the same. Since the weather was actually decent, I ventured outside for a little while. I went to see Scary Movie 3, which was quite funny in that "shut your mind off for a while" way. Although, if you want scary, that would be Pamela Anderson's breasts. They're beyond fake to the point that they looked like oddly realistic prosthetic breasts. I'll be having nightmares about them for a while, I'm sure.
I did get my pictures back from the show ... blurry as all fuck. :( I still have to use up the 2nd roll of film (which has the picture of Steve and I), so I have a feeling that these pictures will also be blurry ... up to the picture of me with Steve, smiling like a total psychopath (me, not Steve). Ah well ... there's always other shows.
And that's my weekend. Now, I'm just having it out with that funkiness/despondency that seems to precede the new work week. Hopefully you've all had a great Halloween/Samhain with lots of treats and no tricks!
Have a great week, my lovelies. *hugs & smooches*
I don't like being lifted out of this funk long enough to enjoy something until it's over, only to go crashing back into reality immediately afterwards.
Don't get me wrong, I am still on my antidepressants ... just dealing with the fact that stress and other assorted life-related bullshit can still force its way through the Lexapro-created barrier.
A bit of a weekend recap:
Thursday: After the concert, I went to the Non Prophets Halloween party long enough to make an appearance, have Tyson offer to buy me a drink (I declined, but in retrospect, should've taken him up on it), and go home alone.
Friday, I slept in until about 9 a.m., then went out to do some running - in my devil's horns, of course. I had a great time doing that, and got many compliments on the horns - as well as people telling me how cute and/or adorable I looked.
In the evening, I went to the Central West End for a Halloween party, only to discover that there were about 100 other people doing the devil thing. In turn, I was feeling a bit defensive and catty, remarking in my head that my horns were far better or the tail much cooler than someone else's.
Besides that, it was definitely fun to see how creative people could be - once you got past the 15 Roys (of Siegfreid & Roy), 12 Ozzys, the parade of angels, slutty nurses and devils ... there were a few originals: Rush Limbaugh, Anna Nicole Smith, Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head. (I'm partial to the gay boy in drag that walked past me and made a comment about how I'd probably think he was such a bastard for walking in front of me. I said, "no, actually, I'd think 'you bitch, you're prettier than me!'" He looked at me and smiled, then said, "Oh honey, you're pretty.")
Tiring of that particular scene, I decided to appease my inner Fag Hag and go to a local gay bar. Only one other devil there - and I conceded that he was the better devil because he had a kick-ass boa. Besides that, I was in his terrain ... no use stepping on toes, you know? And you've gotta love it when you go to a bar, sit at a table nursing your amaretto sour & watching videos, only to have a cute boy in tighty-whities come up & give you a shot of Cutty Black whiskey, telling you "you need to drink this, honey". :)
I went home that night, watched my guilty pleasures: late night dating shows, then went to bed.
Saturday was gross, rainy and laid-back. I don't really remember much of what I did ... except for taking a nap, dropping off a roll of film from the BNL show to be developed, watching Saturday Night Live and the late night dating shows again.
One big highlight was getting "King of Bedside Manor" love from the show last night! Thank you! :^D
Today was more of the same. Since the weather was actually decent, I ventured outside for a little while. I went to see Scary Movie 3, which was quite funny in that "shut your mind off for a while" way. Although, if you want scary, that would be Pamela Anderson's breasts. They're beyond fake to the point that they looked like oddly realistic prosthetic breasts. I'll be having nightmares about them for a while, I'm sure.
I did get my pictures back from the show ... blurry as all fuck. :( I still have to use up the 2nd roll of film (which has the picture of Steve and I), so I have a feeling that these pictures will also be blurry ... up to the picture of me with Steve, smiling like a total psychopath (me, not Steve). Ah well ... there's always other shows.
And that's my weekend. Now, I'm just having it out with that funkiness/despondency that seems to precede the new work week. Hopefully you've all had a great Halloween/Samhain with lots of treats and no tricks!
Have a great week, my lovelies. *hugs & smooches*
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Date: 2003-11-03 02:17 pm (UTC)Some friends of mine went to soundcheck and asked the guys and were told they weren't doing it in Cleveland, so I figured I'd give you a rarity :D