sunday mornin

[emchy]

a gray rainy day in the city again makes me want want want a friggin fireplace. or really just heat would be fine. oh well. watched rent last night. aside from how totally interesting it was to see a very mainstream straight movie with so much gay content but have it really still feel like a straight movie - which is its own post later somewhere. i hated it. a lot. i love musicals, but - i had so many issues. the main one being, me and my starving artist friends don't just not pay our rent, or go to restaurants and not pay for tea. people have day jobs. they make it happen. it's not artsy to fuck over your waiter, who is prolly an artist who isn't an asshole and so HAS a day job to take care of their shit. ugh. and yea, my friends have been late on rent and money is hard and blah blah but you want me to have sympathy for people who haven't paid rent in A YEAR?
i know it is based on la boheme which i have seen and liked - it was just the movie. it sparked all of this class stuff. who gets to be artists. whose life is worth anything. isn't it curious that of all the people in the film the people of color are the ones who had jobs and didn't talk about having work as selling out... oh and they also weren't Artists. they were just friends of Artists. except Angel - who totally got to embody the gay drag queen version of the magical negro role. ugh. anyway.

aside from that. bobby lee on mad tv is simply hilarious. always and forever.

in addition to tv i did also get the grocery shopping done. yay! which was grand and i got to say hola to gordonzola at his place of workery which was good. not so good was almost passing out at said place of workery about 20 minutes later because... i hadn't eaten enough or drank enough water and blood sugar plummeted. so i stood next to the soap, drank some vitamin water and tried to get my head back together. i don't like to be 'that person' who opens food/drink before paying for it. but i figured it was prefereable to having an emchy pile of girl unconscious on the floor. it's bad though that it was a familiar feeling and so i knew how to deal with it. sigh. sometimes me and self care - we don't do so well together. oh well. ate some wasa bread right after leaving and it helped a lot. enough to go to whole paycheck, but the meats and then come home and make dinner. good times. trying to make vegan lasagne tongiht. wait that's not true - i am making dairy free lasagne. pretty sure i will put some meats in there. very exciting. ironic that the mister loves cheese as much as me, but it is so bad for her breathing. very sad.

and now - coffee. must have coffee.

to remind myself and be accountable - there are three goals for today
1. work out
2. vacuum
3. work spreadsheet thingy

i'll let you know later if i achieved my incredibly boring goals.

Comments

[cindymonkey.livejournal.com]

yeah - i don't really think the high drama of fainting is very... how do you say... cool? interesting? just more of a pain in the ass.