Daily Archives: August 5, 2003

Somewhere on a beach in Mexico, Tim is drinking a Margarita and is laughing at me.

The warehouse that we moved into is smaller than our old warehouse. And Tim has been freaking out big time about binder, since we have a full load and no room for any more. I have been telling him not to worry because Amber assured me that they were not going to order that many.

So of course today, on top of Peter not working today, Mark calling in an hour before his shift, and Brian (my boss) showing up with a surprise visit, 4 pallets of binders show up.

I think that I am going to go into the bathroom and cry a bit, then dig in and start working on putting stuff away.

This is going to be a very long week

I am now getting spam on my cell phone.

I am NOT happy about this.

I called AT&T earlier.

They said that they couldn’t do anything about it.

Maybe I should forward it to AT&T

And see what they would do about it.

I still don’t know how they got my txt message address.
[Listening to: Prove Your Love – Taylor Dayne – Greatest Hits (03:28)]

I know about the two ends
And I know about the space between.
What I want to know is where the point is.
The point where I get a response from you.
The point where suspicion turns into trust.
The point where this waiting games ends
And the real fun ends or begins.
The point where time
Turns into Timelessness
The point where dreams and fantasies
Turns into goals and realities.
The point where you and I
Turns into us…or you and him
And Her and I.
The point where you are mine forever
Or forever lost to me.

[Listening to: I Used to Love Him – Lauryn Hill – The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill (05:40)]

Actually more like a state of Tygreyes update than just the journal. Mainly I’m kinda disappointed in myself when it comes to the journal. I’m not happy with the entries that I have been posting lately, when I am motivated to post. I’m def. not posting half of the thoughts that I want to get down. Some, I have been censoring on purpose, just because you, the reader, don’t need to be subjected to my musings over Suzanne. And
I don’t know, some of my thoughts that sounded good in my head lost something in the translation onto the screen.

Well regardless of my faults, it is time for me to try and change directions. I def need to take more pictures and have more photo essays. I am in a city, fuck, I am in a metropolis that is teeming with stuff to photograph and write about. So more pictures. If nothing else, I will dig out the Book of Questions and start working on that again. What else? The short story, Iris, that has been in my head for years now, I should at least make an attempt at writing it, regardless if it turns into really bad Anne Rice/Vampire Lestat fan fiction. And I should also work on redesigning the website.

I know, I get all of these grandiose ideas and then I let them putter off. And yes, some of these things that I’ve just stated will never get worked on. But if one of them does get completed, isn’t that an accomplishment?
[Listening to: Inside of Me – Madonna – Bedtime Stories (04:12)]