Tuesday, October 30, 2007

There's No Use Running Away

Please indulge me tonight while I get all nostalgic for the days when my girls were young enough that they didn't care when I dressed them up like comic book characters. Sigh.

So, I think I'm going through one of those phases. Those ones where I just kind of feel crappy in general. I was tired all day and then when I went running, I didn't get better. Normally, I feel icky after work, and then I go running and essentially wash the scum of work off of me and I feel so much better. Today, however, I felt worse during my run. I made it all the way to Scott Boulevard and had to walk for a bit. War's "Low Rider" and Wilco's version of "Burned" even came on and both of those should have spurred me along, but alas, they didn't.

Once I got home, I realized I was doing that thing again. Have you ever done this, where something in your house needs to be taken care of, but you're too tired or you just can't deal with details at that point in time, so you let it go, until you realize that you're expending more energy avoiding the detail, than just fixing it? That's what I've been doing with changing light bulbs around my house. I just turn on a different light, but now most of the peripheral light bulbs need to be changed too, and well, I guess I finally have to just fucking take care of my shit. Damn, I hate being the grown-up in the house.

Let's recap, shall we? I feel like crap and I'm too lazy to change my own god damn light bulbs. Plus, I keep wanting to make light bulbs one word, even though I know it's two. Gee, I'm a real catch. I don't know why I can't find a date.

Tonight, Stinky and I went to the mall to get a few last minute Halloween costume items. K. called me from Paul's Discount Store last night to see if we needed anything else besides, two packages of fake blood, two black and white make-up kits and a grotesque scar making kit. I told her I thought that should probably cover it from Paul's. Stinky needed to buy fishnets and a tiara for her costume. (she's going as a Halloween princess?) The bustier/corset never materialized, so I'm zombie Catholic school girl. I needed to get a black emo wig and some knee highs, which along with the cute, plaid, pleated skirt is one of the big reasons for my costume. Any decent wigs were sold out, but I did get some knee highs. I may have to settle for braids and just try to keep them out of the mess of the scar I'm going to try to have on my throat. Charming.

Since I looked as crappy as I felt, I was bound to run into a ton of people I knew. I saw my friend Andy, but almost didn't recognize him because he wasn't wearing a hat and I've never seen him outside of a bar, so he was totally out of context. I also saw this woman I used to work with at La Caca, and we talked about how mean we were to our co-workers because we were in such hell, we had no other options. Even twenty years later, a lot of the songs I made up about people were still pretty funny. Have I mentioned that I like to take songs and change the lyrics to suit certain people? I think everyone deserves their own theme song.

Now, I think it's best if I just haul my tired, crap feeling, lazy, dateless ass to bed, seein's how I'm going out tomorrow night and who the hell knows what kind of state I'll be in when I blog next. Good night and good luck.

p.s. I will try really, really hard to get some hideous Halloween photos to post on the blog tomorrow night.

11 comments:

Remiman said...

Churlita,
I make up lyrics to plenty of popular (well they used to be popular) songs. No, you don't want to hear them...no, really!
rel

evil-e said...

zombie Catholic school girl--cool! The slashed throat will be excellent, I look forward to "hideous Halloween photos".....

Don't get too down on yourself....it gets hard to come back up when the time hits. Been there, done that.

Mr Atrocity said...

Have an awesome Hallowe'en. I ended up working too late last night to have the energy to make a costume. My soul concession to the festival is to wear a T-shirt inspired by The Thing. Lame, I know.

By the way, the photo of mini-Coadster and mini-Stinky almost made tea come out of my nose when I saw it. They must love you for posting that.

Tara said...

I hope the scar makeup works better than the fangs I bought for my costume. I wanted to go as a witch who's been bitten by a vampire. I bought two kinds of fangs with that goo you have ten seconds to put together before it hardens. Neither sets of teeth stuck to my teeth. So I'll just put some bloody marks on my neck and pretend that I was freshly bitten and not turned into a vampire yet.

not Fainthearted said...

This makes me feel like a total slacker for not wanting to buy candy this year.

"I hate being the grown up in the house" Don't I know it! The light bulb thing? Same thing happens here...and with toilet paper and dishes and laundry....

Margaret said...

being the grown-up's no fun

The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch: said...

Not to sound like your mom or anything but did you eat enough? Sounds like you ran out of gas.

I love when you mention La Caca and envision a certain Mexican joint on King Ave. near OSU where my old room mate once worked.

Spell lightbulb however you want - it's your blog.

Gyuss Baaltar said...

my superpower is being able to change lightbulbs without standing on a chair....but I digress

booda baby said...

...you realize that you're expending more energy avoiding the detail, than just fixing it?

Sure. My first marriage so I think your light bulb thing is a sweet little quirk and nothing at all to get exasperated over.

Mrs. Big Hairy Woman said...

Can't wait to see the slasher pictures.. I have one I took of a lame costume for today.. seeing as I'm not going out.. just giving out junk food to all those little brats..lol.. I will post mine tomorow...

AlienCG said...

I'm with the consensus on this one, I can't wait to see the photos of your costume.