So I’ve been working like a crazy person and today is my only day off until Halloweenies take flight.  But it’s been okay, just exhausting.  Even though the hours are 12-16 hour days I do get to dress up and get snarky with people.  For some reason when I’m dressed like a demon–people find me endearing when I say horrible things.

Earlier last week, I dressed as a flapper–I was sexy kind’a in maybe a drag-queen kind of way.  There was wax over my eyebrows and all.  I had someone asked me if I worked there. 

Me, I thought, well I am one of a few people dressed up a good two weeks before Halloween–so I actually say:  “Oh no, honey, I’m a drag queen, I’m just here to buy my regular makeup.”  And away I walked. 

People don’t think.  I had another person asked me, “Do you have makeup kits?”

“Sure, what kind?”

“The kind with makeup in it.”

I think to myself, well DUH, but I ask, “What kind of character are you going for or the kind of makeup you want?”

“Don’t you have any with regular makeup?”

“That depends, what do consider regular makeup? Do you want it for beauty, film, a play, wounds, zombies, devils?”

“For this!” he growls in frustration and shows me some latex wounds.  So I, still forcing a smile pull out an injury kit and he says, “Is there makeup in that?”

“Yes.  It’s a makeup kit with injury colours in it.”

“What’s all this other stuff?”

“Two kinds of blood, bruising colours, the glue you’ll need, removers, sponges, powder, and puff.”

“Is this what I need?”

I want to just hit him with a stupid stick, but I don’t and take a deep breath and nod, “Yup, everything you need right there.”

“Are you sure?”

That’s all I can take.  I completely dead-pan and go, “Nope, not in the slightest.  I don’t even work here!  I’ve been hanging around hoping someone would ask me a really hard question.  Thanks!”

 Bada-bing!  Okay that made me feel better.  Hope you had as much a laugh as I did. Ciao Mein.

I realize it’s been a few weeks since I’ve posted, but alas it is that pesky Halloween season where I work 6 days a week for way too many hours to not have a cot set up in the back. 

So I fully have learned how to knit and I’m working on a Yule pressie for Faith–which probably won’t be finished by Yule but it’s the thought that counts.  It’s strangely relaxing and the stash I want to build…ah the stash.  Yet another thing I don’t need to spend more of my precious monies on… but I so want to. 

I was due to run another shift at work today but the rain made sure I got the time off.  *does a little dance* I know, it’s lame, but I’m really excited about the rain and the not working.  Bein’ from the midwest it’s been an age since I got experience a “real” storm.  I knew the forecast called for rain, but “rain” in California usually means a little spitting, maybe a steady little shower for a few days–but there was a full storm with sheets coming down.  It was gorgeous!

Plus rain kind of ruins working outside.  I really needed the break, though it means no extra monies, but I’ll take that trade this week.  There’ll be more opportunity in the next month for that stuff.

Yeah, today I’d hoped that I could get home early.  Especially considering I had a tension head-ache since I woke up this morning… or growled to conciousness. I really didn’t sleep well, and haven’t been for the last few nights.  My vision’s been kind of blurry since the headache.  Maybe I’m dehydrated.  I do need to drink more water.  I should probably go get me some.

Today is my DAY OFF!  I know it it sounds stupid but I rarely have a day all to myself.  This is cause for a minor celebration if I wasn’t so tired and needed the rest.  So here I sit at home in my old robe, watching the Kitchen Confidential DVDs, and surfin’ the net.  This is the life.  Oh yeh, sad for some but for me it’s like a vacation.

 Later Taters.

So let me start with, that since it’s crazy season for me, I barely know what the date is or what I ate for any given meal of the day—but I was reminded of what the date was as soon as I sat down at my make-shift desk: 09/11.

I started thinking about where I was when the first plane hit.  I can’t believe how many years have passed, and how fresh the grief still is.  It’s kind of like every time I talk about me dad I tear up.  It’s not that I was horribly close to him–but he was my dad and I loved him.  I’m not horribly happy with my government but I do love my country.  The fact that someone would attack that and kill all those innocent people–  It just makes me at  a loss for words.  So this post is to remind myself and others the pledge we made: Never Forget.

Edit: Okay in MY timezone it’s still September 11th, I think the timezone thing on my blog is off.

I really SHOULD be cleaning up after a photoshoot, but I’m lazy and too tired. I know I need to pick up in the kitchen at least, then the rest if I get up early tomorrow before work.  It went well–and though it was fun– I wish I had another day of actual down time.  Well, if I get through three days I can rest for one.  That’ll be good.  I can use some rest.

Anyway, I’ll finish the episode of Futurama I’m currently watching then pick up a little bit and crash.

 As Eddie Izzard once said, “I’m gonna live til I die… and not a moment longer.”

I did something last night that I haven’t done in a damn long time.  I went out with work people and got smashed off my rock.  It was one of those late, late nights, and I finished off my 2nd job at about midnight–who wouldn’t need a drink right?  Especially 1/2 off drinks… though I’ve been trying to be good.  I was really trying–but exhaustion and a free shot of tequilla to start me off was just too alluring.  It was nice.  Randomly old skool music at a dueling piano bar and I didn’t give a damn about anything.  Drinking and me don’t always get along–especially with the family I come from– but I think sometimes I just need to relax.  I don’t exactly remember the point of this post–but there it is.

I was just chatting with a friend of mine and I found out some of those scary side-effects of some of the sleeping drugs on the market.  I find it horrifying.  Mind you I have insomnia a lot, but he gets it a hell of a lot worse, and opts not to take the drugs because of these people’s stories.  True or not–it’d keep me from taking ‘em:

 There’s a woman who gained 50 lbs from sleep eatting.  She’d make a whole meal with deserts, eat it all, then clean up and not remember a thing.

This one’s the one that gets me and this was from first hand:

A guy would get a six pack of beer than drive around all night.  He’d have to call into work in the morning because he’d wake up in a different state. 

This is potentially LEATHAL so take care with what you put into your bodies.  This is the kind of thing I was talking about the other night.

So I was thinking today… yeh, I know big stretch eh?  I was thinking about our “anti-drug war”.  Is it me, or is it being perpetuated by all the “ask your doctor” drug commercials?  Every other commercial I bloody see is about some new miracle drug I just NEED to ask my doctor about.  First of all I can’t afford such drugs on top of the one’s I take to actually stay alive.  Second of all I can’t afford to see a doctor.  Third?  Most of these drugs may help ease one thing, but damage most of my other working organs.  That’s some great product there!

I have depression, and I’m still kickin’ and functioning without any drugs.  Yes, it’s hard, but that’s life. I have higher blood pressure–but that’s from the stress of three jobs and life.  I’ve learned to meditate and it’s better because you know what? I like my liver.  I like not getting blood clots or swollen limbs.  This nation is far too dependant on unecessary perscription drugs.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that there aren’t important perscription drugs out there.  I do take some myself, like insulin.  It keeps me alive.  Something that’s life sustaining or curbing pain for someone going through chemo or MS that’s completely different.  I’m talking about the more random and less neccessary ones like Ambien and the like.

They’re so bloody worried about marajuana that the perscription drugs are gettin’ passed by.  If a doctor who’s getting paid by these companies says it’s okay, then drug me up!

By the way those pot commercials freak me out.  I think if a dog is stopping to talk to me about my marajuana usage–I don’t think it’s marajuana that I should be worried about.  What’s it laced with? LSD?!  My DOG is talking to me!

 So enough with telling me drugs are wrong.  I’ve been hearing it since Nancy Regan was telling us to “Just Say No”.  The idea’s great in a perfect world, but don’t think you can tell my one drug’s bad but another’s just peaches just because I can get someone to perscribe it for me.  That’s my view on it, take it or leave it.