My guestbook crashed sometime over the past few weeks and I lost all my old entries. Sign it again if you want, but I'm not putting any pressure on anyone.
I've been gathering together my stuff to make candles. Luckily, my mother bought these huge blocks of paraffin a few years back and never found a use for them, so I'm going to use these to make my candles. That way I can save money. The only expensive thing about candlemaking, really, is the molds. Granted, they're reusable, but if I can spend $20 on a candle mold (especially considering the fact that I'd want to buy more than one to vary the shapes and sizes), I can damn well just buy everyone a gift. But I figure I can make makeshift molds out of coffee mugs or something. I've already figured out what kind of candles I'm making, and I got the appropriate scents to go with them.
I couldn't find peppermint scent, so I'm going to have to look for some peppermint oil tonight. I managed to get vanilla and mulberry. I hate vanilla-scented anything because it's such a sweet, cloying odor. Ugh. I remember that I once sprayed that Vanilla Fields stuff on my hand in a perfume shop in NJ. I almost threw up when I smelled my hand – I spent the rest of the day wiping my hand on the back of my mother's shirt and pissing her off. My opinions aside, I know a lot of people adore vanilla-scented candles, especially Dirk, and he begged me to make him a candle since I was making them for everyone else.
As for the cookies, I got this wonderful recipe for cream cheese chocolate cookies from Dirk's mother. Don't worry, you can't taste the cream cheese. It only serves to make the cookie really rich.
Listen to me. I sound like Martha-fucking-Stewart.
I didn't quit smoking. That lasted a whole five hours. Then I started getting hyper and shooting off my mouth during closing session at work. I decided I wanted a cigarette before I even left work. I'm not too pressed about it right now.
My siamese fighting fish died. I just cleaned his tank last weekend, but he hadn't been eating for the past couple days. When I got home last night his lifeless body was at the bottom of the tank. I feel like it's my fault, you know? I mean even though I'd been regularly cleaning his tank and not over feeding him and everything, I think I could have done a little more to add excitement to his life. Can fish die of boredom?
As a final farewell to Mr. Fishie, I'm reprinting the song Chris and I came up with.
"Dear Mr. Fishie"
by Chris and Agent Skatterdear mr. fishie, you seem kinda bored
so i'm writin you a letter to help pass the time
inside your little gourd
sure hope you don't mindhow's the weather in there?
have you heard the news?
the president is in trouble
and the republicans are singin the bluesmust be kinda quiet in there
inside your cage of glass
but you don't have to worry at all
about people shooting at your assthere's fighting in Kosovo
tension in Baghdad
and the problems in Colombia
really make me maddon't you worry mr. fishie
not one little bit
just sit there in your wonderful world
and simply don't give a shit(mournful guitar bridge)
one day i'll find you
floating at the top of your bowl
you'll lose everything
and the world will never knowdead mr. fishie
sad mr. fishie
fishieI'm about ready to start crying now.
Not really, but I didn't want the fish to die.
The band's doing fine. Aaron's been complaining about my lack of enthusiasm, but he's been doing that for months. He can damn well shove his opinions up his ass because he knows how rarely I'm enthusiastic about anything. He just wants to complain about something.
I feel so worn-out right now. I didn't get enough sleep this week-end because my parents were frantically refinishing the floors. I'm sorry now that I told them how nice the floor turned out in Katie's house when her mother redid them. I'm starting to miss the carpets, even though they were soaked in cat piss thanks to Genghis.
With the exception of our drummer, Joe, I have now seen everyone in the band wearing only their underwear or less. Dirk, of course, because we take our clothes off to do the nasty. I've seen Aaron because he lives in the same house as Dirk and walks around wearing only his boxers and sometimes his "family jewels" are dangling out of one of the legs because the boxers have really short legs. (Excuse me whilst I dry-heave.) When we ordered pizza the night before Thanksgiving, I got to see Nikki in a bit less than his underwear because he paid for the pizza wearing only a neon-orange g-string. The poor pizza-delivery guy was trying to look anywhere but at Nikki, and he definitely wasn't going in for any eye contact.
As a side note, Nikki has an extremely fine ass.
I put my head down as soon as I saw what Nikki was wearing to answer the door because I was laughing too hard to keep looking and I didn't want Dirk to think I was just staring in admiration of Nikki's ass. Nikki kept walking around in the g-string for a couple minutes before the thrill finally wore off for him and he put his clothes back on. Strange boy.
I don't know what we're doing tonight. I hope it isn't just taking a nap because I think I've been getting too much sleep lately. Anyway, I think I'm going to be updating a bit more in the coming weeks.
