February 25, 2008
I try to keep positive and color oriented in my daily posts, but today was just weird. I leave the house, way on time, usually I run a few minutes late. The train comes, but as it’s waiting to meet up with the express train, it stalls. I run across the platform and try to get in the train, but it’s too packed, and when I try to run back to the local train the conductor closes the door, while looking right at me and gesturing to the express train as if there is a way for me to squeeze in. I feel awful, you see, because I’m on my way to work early to meet the guys who are going to fix the heater, since it’s been broken for a few weeks and off all weekend, and I don’t want to be late. So fortunately the heating guys are later than me, phew, save one or strike one?(I just keep saying Love and Abundance in my head, over and over.)
All is well, the fed ex guy comes and comments on my outfit(the green jumpsuit).
“You always have on the craziest outfits!”
I respond, “yeah, well it’s part of my project.” I then give him a flier.
“Oh, you’re a burlesque performer, cool!”
Jenny Rose shows up with her cute puppy Texas, we have a lovely little chat about her and her man Juan Jose’s three year anniversary. Just as we are about to open the store, we get a “jack-off” caller, ugh. The second time he calls I answer the phone in a deep voice, and he hangs up, the third time Jenny Rose answers and he gets explicit, the fourth time the phone rings twice and we don’t pick it up. Save two or strike two?
Morning is going well, lovely customers, even a friend comes in to buy a toy for their sweetie, I do some nice sales, then out of nowhere . . .severe stomach cramps and a run to the bathroom. Save three or Strike Three?
The rest of the day goes lovely. After work I help a friend with their new sex toy company Vergenza, it’s really fun and inspiring, plus her product is really cool!
I decide to go to whole foods for a quick bite and some email time, I get some awesome pictures that were taken last week at Unisex Salon,
Then I get a copy of a video, that I was interviewed for. This Columbia Journalism student interviewed me about neo-burlesque, the video was great and he told a nice story about neo-burlesque, but in the end he framed me, made me look like I hate strippers and that I think burlesque performers are better than strippers, ugh! Well I’ve written him back, asking him to change it, telling him that he misconstrued what I said, and he’s going to re-edit it!
Oh, yeah, and more explosive bathroom issues on my way home, ugh!
Anyway what a day, long and arduous, funny and weird day that deserves a fucked up photo like this!
You poor thing. I’m sorry your day was poopie. he he he he
How do you stump an archeologist???
Give em a bloody tampon and ask what period it came from!