fine...don't talk to me...I don't care

Well, the weird phone calls are starting up again. People keep calling either when I'm at home or not, and if I'm there, they just hang up. If I'm not here, they don't leave a name or message. I hated it before, and I don't like it happening again.

It's been a rough weekend. Crystal and I just weren't in a working mood last night, so we just got everything done early so we could get out in record time. Wasn't in a good mood during the show last night, but when you have to work closing shifts and have to really hustle to get to the theater in time, you wouldn't be in a good mood either.

Pay per view tonight. Looking as gorgeous as I can, despite feeling crampy and bloated and needing sleep. Expecting Dan to bring whatsherface, but she probably won't show, so why should I bother? Like I care anymore. This is the first social outing with friends besides Rocky and sleepover with Amanda that I've been able to grab the opportunity for. I feel bad that I haven't been able to attend any of the BBQs or Ed's toga party. Makes me feel like a social outcast. Let's face it: I'm a worker ant.

Hours have been packed on this week. I'll be so grateful for the trip to New York. I need a vacation.

*heh*

PPV went pretty well. Guess who works at Hooter's? Jennalee. Somehow, I'm not surprised. She said I should try getting a job there; it pays well. Something to look into.

Had a pretty good time, though. Don't get to get out for much social stuff anymore. Shot the breeze with Kevin, Dan and Fester. Kevin's friend "the Bof(?)" showed up, too. Looks like he's working for ICP as a roadie. Pretty fawkin' sweet.

Had to be stealthy for Dan. He wanted the Vengeance poster w/ Randy Orton on it. Management wanted him to fork over $5 for it. He didn't want to pay $5 for a piece of paper (I don't blame him), so I had to sneak over and swipe it for him. I'm too nice, dammit. But I guess he is looking into getting his own place sometime by the end of the year/beginning of next year. Proud to hear it. If I could afford it, I'd be so out of here.

Sunless tanner + rain + car window rolled down a crack = splotchy arms and legs. Not a good idea. Maybe I'll just stick with the ol' sun and sunscreen method for a tan from now on. I looked like a blonde Michael Jackson with a decent nose. Oh, and planning to dye the hair a notch darker. The blonde look for me is starting to go disgustingly brassy. (It always does. Damn oxidation.)

Plans for tomorrow: more weeding out of junk around the house that can be sold at yard sale. Also, clean bathroom head-to-toe (although Hunter should be doing this...) and major laundry day. Maybe go to the Buck Stop to see if they sell any tropical-looking flowers for little project for con. (It's part of my "Transvestite Ball" costume.)