So this is how my last 12 hours went:
I take a nap in my car every day at lunch when I'm at work. Yesterday two Mexican construction workers from the site next door thought it'd be hilarious to pull up next to my car in their truck and stare and laugh at me. Fucking skeevy much? Who thinks that's effin ok?! This morning this Mexican middle-aged man peetering along in HIS truck thought it'd be a good idea to block me from getting over and look out his window and smile at me. Wow. Is there something on my forehead that says, "Please, only Mexican and black male strangers hit on me, if you don't fit this description ignore that I exist."? I swear it's only those two kind of people that feel the need to harass me. I don't understand it at all. The Mexicans I especially don't understand. They're usually no taller than what? 5'2"? I guess it makes them feel better to make a 5'10" white girl really uncomfartable and pissed off? UGH.
So when I came home from work, I was exhausted from only having 3 hours of sleep (my fault), and instead of going straight to a nap like I usually do I tried to get a bit of work done on my website. Needless to say, didn't get much done. I collapsed into bed at 7 and set my alarm with just enough time to get up, get dressed in my dance clothes to get to class by 9. The alarm went off at 8:15 and apparently, in my decision to snooze for a few minutes, turned off the alarm at the same time. Next thing I knew I was awakened at 10:30 by D's very loud laughing. And I was pissed. I mean dammit I can never get a goddamn break!!
So I decide to hang out with R a bit and putz around on my computer in the living room. We get the idea to look up Sailor Moon on Veoh to reminisce about our silly chilldhoods. Funny stuff. I even tell her about the fact that Zoicite in the original Japanese version was a man, but how they gave him a woman's voice because he was in a relationship with another man and they can't handle gay characters in America (unless, of course, it's something to make fun of) to which Mrs. S pipes "no, that can't be shown to little children I'm sorry". Now, when Mrs. S says "I'm sorry" it means that whatever she's talking about disgusts her and makes her angry. Thus, she's not sorry at all. So what was a pleasant moment was soured by homophobia. Thank you Mrs. S. It's like, does she realize who she's talking to when she says shit like that? It's like her talking to a black person and saying "oh no, good white children can't be exposed to black culture on TV mnmm no way"... I mean, are you serious?? Please explain to me what the hell your problem is! If gay children don't grow up with good gay models to look up to, how will they figure out how to have healthy gay relationships? or not to mention, know that there's NOTHING WRONG WITH THEM?! Or how, for that matter, will straight children learn that gay people are no different from them and therefore should be treated with respect?
Anyway, so, I went back to bed at 12:30. And then couldn't fall asleep. You see, my room is the least ventilated in the house. So in the winter it's freezing and in the summer it's hot as hell. And Mrs. S is a penny pincher. So she only puts the heat or a/c on when SHE'S hot or cold, which, because comfort is not a priority, is rare. So the short of it is, I think I may've finally passed out around 3. I think this because I did manage to have a dream where something actually happens between a coworker I have a thing for and myself and I thoroughly enjoyed it before I woke up and found out it wasn't real. I hate sleeping fitfully, not being able to get comfortable, and unable to rest properly to be functional at work or for the few hours I have to myself in the evening. Needless to say, I'm pretty resentful. I've thought about getting a window a/c unit but I can only imagine how that conversation would go. If it's not her idea, you see, then she not only disagrees with you, she makes it seem like something is wrong with you for even suggesting anything. But I can't afford going through the entire summer without getting a good night's rest. I will snap.
In any case, I hop out of bed this morning at 5:40, get dressed and go down to eat my bowl of cereal....to find that the dog shit on the rug in front of the front door. The whole of the downstairs reeks of it. Oh fucking great. My appetite's now gone and the only thing I want to do is leave the house. I'm now at Panera writing this.
Because of living in this house for 2 years, I've realized a few things. When I get a place of my own it will be an icebox in the summer, I will own NO pets...maybe a bird, and if there happen to be any children's shows with gay characters in it, I'll make -sure- my children watches them. SO THERE.
Effin A.
