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| 05:55pm 11/12/2003 |
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mood:  pleased music: beborn beton - spawn
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S'true. I am.
:)
The showerhead in our shower sucks ass, so I decided to fix it today. Got some advice from my father (lead of the SD County plumbing devision), and went to work.
What's the first thing that happens? The thin little showerhead extendy-arm-thingy snaps of in my hand. Not my fault, really. It was just an old p.o.s.. But now I _have_ to fix it.
Off to Home Depot I go. Purrrrr,...Home Depot....heh. Spend a while debating about what kind of replacement I should get. Finally settle on a whole new & better head, and a separately purchased extension piece (thicker than the original). Also bought an 8" pipe wrench to help.
Got home. Started slow, making sure I was paying attention and not gonna fuck anything up. Got faster once I realized how easy it was. It took all of about 20 minutes before the whole thing was done. :D
Now our shower has awesome pressure and great range! And the head is elevated high enough to come down from above Ian's head (he's 6'2").
I'm very proud of myself right now, in case you couldn't tell. :)
A few weeks ago I fixed a broken drawer in the kitchen.
And just the other day I dismantled part of a bathroom sink to unclog a particularly nasty drain.
Now this.
Little Miss DIY. ;)
Though,....I might take the showerhead back, and get the uber-sized multi-setting one instead. Hmmmm.... |
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| 03:23pm 10/12/2003 |
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mood:  indescribable music: white stripes vs. radiohead - playing in my head
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I hate limbo. That wavery, imbalanced, not quite settled feeling.
I live in Mira Mesa. But there's this apartment in Mission Valley where all my stuff is. And I have to stop by there a couple times a week for work related things. I can't _really_ move out until the 18th/19th, cause living there is part of my job,...and that doesn't end until the 20th.
So, for now: I growl. Grrrr.
I seriously cannot wait to get out of that apartment. Mostly because I have something far better now. ;)
But also cuz, well,..
Reasons To Hate Roommates: When you come home after 3 days to find --
1. several of your movies (vhs & dvd) are missing. borrowed w/out permission and accidentally left at their friends house.
2. your food has been grazed on. heavily. and the kitchen is now a mess with your dishes (dirty, and not by you).
3. many new mystery stains now adorn the livingroom carpet.
4. your velvet table cloth has numerous burn holes from hookah cinders.
5. your bathroom has been befouled. obviously used regularly, and made seriously messy.
6. your Vitamin C has been consumed. all of it. an entire bottle, nearly new (100 count), is now open and empty on your bathroom sink. and a few pills lay on the floor partially dissolved into the floor matt.
7. your computer is now riddled with seriously invasive pop-ups, auto installed programs, and virus's (virii?) that relentlessly terrorize you the instant to open a browser window.*
[* this i'd be more enraged about if i used that comp as much as i once did. but it's likely to be cannibalized as i've hardly touched it of late since i'm always on one of Ian's spares,...which is far superior.]
As I said: Grrrr.
On a lighter note.
Anyone know a good chiropractor?
My back is a terrible mess. It has been for a while, actually. All sore and owwie a lot. I've been wanting to see a masseuse, or get an alignment of some sort done,...just cause I need it. Then about a week ago I went and fucked it up bad. Didn't hurt at the time, of course. Uh....felt really good, actually. I'd never done that position before. Don't know that I would again, though. Not without practice, anyway.
So, I'm in steady low-gauge pain. Was just in the mornings, but now it likes to hang out all day. I've never had back pain like this before (that's lasted & only gotten worse), so I'm thinking a lil' bone crackin' is what I need.
Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
And with that, I am off to feed. Thai, I think, is in order tonight. Though perhaps it's Chinese delivery. We shall see. :) |
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| 11:37am 04/12/2003 |
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mood:  excited music: in my head - some Death Cab song I don't know the name of
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Alright,...let's see if I can get back to updating this thing on a fairly regular basis.
Where to start?
Well, a lotta stuff's happened in the last week or so.
-Thursday Thanksgiving shenanigans. No bunnies showed for the free dinner I provided in housing, so Ian and I opted for feeding on the remains of Martin & Colleen's meal. Mmm, such yummness.
-Friday I met Ian's family,...& his Christian Mother likes me! YAY! :D
-Saturday was a cuddly soiree where he met a bunch of my debaucherous friends, all of whom he liked. And all of whom liked him, based on the steady flow of approval, encouragement, congrats, compliments, and blessings I kept getting anytime he was out of earshot. :) That was one of the warmest, fuzziest, and just all around most wonderful nights I've ever had. Thank you, and massive hugmonster squeezes to all who were involved!
Oh, and there's pictures! Soon as I get my paws on them I'll be posting some disgustingly cute pics on this here journal. Be warned. ;)
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On Tuesday I gave notice to my boss. Today I have to go in to hand her my letter of resignation. As of Dec 20th, I will no longer be the RA in charge of all those damned bunnies! w00t for me!
Why, you ask?
Cause I'm moving. Out of Mission Valley, into Scrips Ranch.
Why, you ask again?
To live with Ian. :D Muah-ha-ha!! ::happy-dance happy-dance:: I'm so excited about this I don't even know where to start!
The downside is this: my boss expects me to continue working until the end of the quarter, 12/20, which is longer than I'd like. Once I get things in motion, I prefer to just get 'em the fuck over with. Not drag it out over 2.5 weeks. Yeah, I know...2 weeks, 2.5 weeks...not that big a deal. But this 2 weeks is gonna be full of homework, finals, moving, and RA work crap. If I could eliminate the RA work, I could move in a day and then just have schoolwork until break. But no. I can't.
Feh.
I'm trying not to stress,...but limbo like this makes me noxious.
One thing at a time, I suppose.
Today: Letter of resignation, change of addy form, and pack some boxes. So I'm gonna go get started on that. :) |
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| 03:47pm 18/11/2003 |
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mood: relaxed
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So, I skipped class this morning. Again. On the condition that I not miss my blood donor appointment this afternoon. And I didn't, so I'm still a good person! Yay! Also conditional was doing homework this afternoon. At the moment, I'm not. But I will be shortly.
Ooo-Ooo! On my way back from the Red Cross a faded yellow '89 CRX Si pulled up a few lanes over at a light. I couldn't make out the driver clearly,...but in silhouette it looked like me! Light skin, feminine face, dark glasses, and shortish, foofy, dark hair.
I've never even seen another yellow CRX in SD. And Si's are pretty rare among the non-yellow ones. This person looked like me (granted, vaguely) and drove the same make/model/color car I do. I think it was a stick, too. When she pulled off, I could see the car shifting gears.
If I didn't already have a life, my curiosity would drive me to track this person down just for the sake of introducing myself to them. See if the universe doesn't collapse in on itself. :p
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This past weekend was fun. Went to the Death Cab For Cutie show up in Pomona on Sat night. Ian and myself, and two other couples. Never done that before. Been part of a group of couples. I'm finding all kinds of partnership behaviors that I'm used to by proxy, but never personally experienced. Part of me feels overdue. That making it to 24 w/out these sorts of 'standard' experiences has somehow hindered me. But, that part of me is pretty small and weak. It's not overdue. It's just due. On time. It's right, now.
And it's very exciting.
And I'm gonna shutup now, cuz I'll just start rambling all kinds of fluffy love-shit all over the place and no one really wants to read that. ;)
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Monday, Nov 3 - Ian & I meet IRL. It's 15 days later, & we've only spent one night apart. Practically cohabiting. I went grocery shopping last week, and have hardly eaten any of it. Cuz I'm never home. Hell, I'm not at home now. I'm at his place, waiting for him to get home from work. Doing homework and the like.
Plans for the night? Game (Dark Ages of Camelot, he's gotten me hooked), sushi & movie night w/ his friends (cool folk whom I met and like last week), and then prolly game some more.
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So, yeah...not much of a post for not having said anything for two weeks, huh? Oh well,...maybe I'll elaborate later. In the meantime, I have to get _some_ homework done,...so, off to that I go. |
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| 09:11pm 07/11/2003 |
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mood: Rahr! Weeee! music: tumor - operation I
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Crazed parents, lies, lawsuits, cocaine, and attempted suicides!
Ah, the joys of college life in housing. ;P
So, I'm trying to make ready for club when I get the call from my boss. Half an hour later, I'm filled in on all the new dirt going down in housing.
Neurotic parents filing letters of complaint against myself and my supervisor for not pampering their child enough. Apparently I "screamed" at their daughter when she came to me seeking roommate moderation while I had more important matters to attend to. [Read: quelling rumors of evacuation and calming frantic out of state parents who couldn't contact their kids while San Diego was aflame last Monday.]
I'm also on alert to bust some coke-heads in another unit whenever the narc roommate calls upon me to do so.
Another individual ate a bottle of pills last week, so we have to keep an eye on him. Pray his girlfriend doesn't break up with him again, or else we'll have some real fun here.
And someone else is unsure how to go about breaking the ice with his flatmates, and make it a happy home. So I'm duty bound to go mix it up there tomorrow.
All of this is very important stuff in my world. Really, it is. I swear. Yup. Critical.
Which is why I'm knockin' back my Red Bull and getting my ass to Thrust for some serious social intercourse.
Serious, people. I mean it. ;) I want intercourse and I want it now!
See ya there! |
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| 12:36am 03/11/2003 |
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I found this a while ago, but it still holds interest for me.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/life/news/page/0,12983,937443,00.html
It's an intriguing read, and a couple fun little tests. Thought some of you bored at work on a Monday might like it. :)
I scored a 43 on Empathy, and a 70 on Systemising. Doesn't really surprise me, Vulcan Virgo that I am. ;)
Also fun: http://grouphug.us
Online anonymous confessional. Highly addictive reading.
And no, none of mine are up there,...yet. ;p |
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| 03:15am 31/10/2003 |
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...I forgot I had a black velvet body suit in my closet! And here I was about to wear my body suit/tiger costume from last Halloween as part of tonights outfit. The black velvet's perfect,...and far more comfortable, I must say.
I'm so stoked! Weehehe! ;D
Soft, velvety, purdy purry Puss in Boots...mreow...so pet-able...heh heh heh.... |
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| Yay! Naked! |
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| 10:26pm 30/10/2003 |
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mood:  bouncy music: various songs stuck in my head
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I love Jacqueline. :) She always calls me quick-like when a gig opens up.
"You wanna take my place at Donna's tomorrow morning?"
Why yes I do, thank you.
I could have worked tonight, too, down at her studio. Yet another model was flaky on her and I could have stepped in at the last second to take their place. But Noooooooo! I had to check in on some kids that were being mean to their roommate. Then they weren't even there when I came by. Dumb bunnies. They'll have to wait til Sunday, now....cuz I'll be damned if I'm settling petty bunny-squables over Halloween weekend.
Guess it's just as well they weren't home. Other stuff came up anyhow. Nothing fun enough to ellaborate on here, though.
Tonight seems to be an odd night. Things keep coming up, then going away. Plans keep changing. And yet, I'm in an unsualy bouncy mood.
In celebration of this: look! it's me! ----> self-ish toon portrait
hmm...i should make that an icon |
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| 02:59am 30/10/2003 |
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mood: soft music: down in the park - ? [key of x cd]
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So I've decided to start posting some of the stuff that comes out of my head. In part by request, and in part because...well, I figure my real 'journal' is actually a sketchbook...my LiveJournal might as well be a bit of one also.
This little alter-bunny hit the paper while I caffeinated and conversed at Lestat's recently. |
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| 02:34pm 28/10/2003 |
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 I taste like Peanut Butter.
I am one of the most blendable flavours; I go with sweet, I go with sour, I go with bland, I go with anything. I am practical and good company, but have something of a tendency to hang around when I'm not wanted, unaware that my presence is not welcome. What Flavour Are You?
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It fails to specify if I am chunky or creamy. I've got a pretty good idea, though. ;) |
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| 10:11am 26/10/2003 |
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Halve a blood-orange, and place it wet side down on a piece of cream silk. Remove the orange, and the stain that remains is what's happened to the sky outside the window.
Waking randomly and immediately registering the color change in the room. Deep russet scarves of light lay where the sun broke through the blinds, themselves gone to chamomile tea from filtering this amber air. The air itself seems sedate. Tranquilized by the effort of becoming this tangible thing.
The world is a sepia print on silk screen.
A pile of dry white orchid blooms on the window sill absorb this air as liquid. Fleshy now. Feathers if skin.
There's a scent of ashen sage to be caught on the wind. Pheromonal evidence of an ambrosial coupling. Ephemeral. Heavens fallen to fuck the Earth.
Soft, silent, slow motion. Rapturous, elemental sex.
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Sometime today I would like to eat sushi. |
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| Consumer Karma (was: I feel dirty.) |
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| 08:25pm 24/10/2003 |
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mood: weee... music: tumor - bloodlust
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....and not in a good way.
I hate selling cd's & dvd's. Thankfully, everything I want to keep is already on my pc.
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::ponders::
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Y'know,...maybe I don't hate it as much as I thought. Most of what I just sold I bought used in the first place. I took my fill of them, and now I'm sending them back out into circulation.
Yeah, that is a much nicer way to look at it.
I'm not hocking my sentimentally valuable possesions,...I'm reintegrating this stimuli into the ether of consumer resale.
And now I won't be paying cover at Therapy with a fistful of dimes & quarters. Yay!
...stoopid paycheck not coming in the stoopid mail today like it's supposed to....stoopid.
This starving artist/student thing is romantic and all,...but I'd like to get paid now, please. Thank you.
ok.
See ya'll in a few hours! :D Those of you coming out, anyway. |
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| 02:55am 21/10/2003 |
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mood: calm music: Glenn Gould - Bach's Goldberg Variations
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"Oh, You can't help that," said the Cat, "we're all mad here,..."
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Yes. Yes, we are.
What a truly awesome weekend. So awesome, in fact, that I would sully it's memory by trying to give a detailed recounting of it.
The movie of my life (which I will eventually make) is going to need a bigger budget to accommodate casting parts for all the cool people I hung out with this weekend.
Notes:
- ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) kambrieloktober makes a kickass martini.
- When standing in line for two hours for the Haunted Trail (or any similar event) a minimum of two [full] flasks are to be concealed somewhere on the person of each individual present.
- An invitation from rolandsquest for an evening of cookies & evil should always be accepted and acted on post haste. The evil will be delivered. And the cookies are nummy, too. ;)
- Hug Monsters rule. And coredumper is their king.
- Kissing girls is an exquisite way to accentuate a bEautiful evening.
- The Silver Fox in PB opens at 6am on Sundays. They have groovy Bloody Mary's, with a green bean and a green olive. Yum.
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Zombie Lounge was fun tonight. The crowd's getting bigger. I foresee a dj in the not too distant future. Signed the card for redpooka (with a little unneeded help from fergus8). Sending her the love vibes.
Did the Lestat's thing for a wee bit. Saw the usual cool kids. But I's a tired katerwaul, so I got myself home and am bed bound momentarily. Got a big, ugly 8am class to haul myself to on the morn. Blah. |
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| 02:29am 16/10/2003 |
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mood:  sleepy music: poe - hey pretty & das ich - destillat (mixed in my head)
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A store-bought angel food cake contains a total of 750 calories, none from fat. Theoretically, I could live on angel food cake, earl grey tea, orange juice, and smokes.
It's said you can tell a lot about a person by what's in their grocery cart. I was thinking about that as I waited my turn in line at Food-4-Less earlier today.
3 12-packs of caffeine
Kashi cereal
instant oatmeal (creamy variety pack)
acidophilus milk
bread
eggs
angel food cake
AA batteries (heh heh)
conditioner
3 braeburn apples
2 pomegranates
spinach greens
Grocery shopping, Katerwaul style.
Though I came real close to abandoning it all in favor of more caffeine and a box of Cliff Bars. ;)
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| 06:05pm 14/10/2003 |
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Alright, nix on Lestat's tonight. Seems a small herd of fun lovin' folks have decided to mob Cathedral tonight instead. Getting dressy and going out to play with the baby bats at a place called the Hot Monkey Love cafe is just too tempting. So I'll be there around 10 myself.
Anyone else care to join?
C'mon,...it's Hot Monkey Love, fer gawdsake! ;)
Hot Monkey Love Cafe
5950 El Cajon Blvd |
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| Weeee! I'm naked!* |
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| 02:38pm 14/10/2003 |
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That damned pc lab never did warm up. Boo.
In good news though (this I'm totally stoked about) I just got a call from an artist I used to have a regular monthly modeling gig with. She was out of commission for a while while she changed locations,...but she's back. :) Yay. I finally get to work with her again on Friday.
I also have a gig tomorrow morning, and a third next week. After a couple months of nothing, I get to go be naked for art's sake again! This makes me happy. So does the money. I've missed both greatly.
An impromptu outing last night led to sushi and seeing Kill Bill. Raw feesh is always nummy,...and I was rather pleased with the flick. I want to sit and dissect it at length with film dorks like myself. It really is a good movie. Had some faults, but they (almost) all do. What's tears me is that it's such a great flick, I really do respect it as a rather original piece of cinematic art,...but dammit,...why's it got to be Tarentino?!? I'm sick to death of that mans ego,...in all honesty, I wanted to hate Kill Bill just so I could finally be justified in my dislike for him as a personality,...but No. He had to go and make yet another movie I genuinely enjoyed.
Bastard. ;)
I ended up with a 'one-beer-before-noisy-movie' headache last night that just wouldn't go away. I'd planned on hitting Zombie Lounge for a drink, and then a brief stint (if that's possible) at Lestat's. Stayed home instead, sipping tea and fading slowly through a pleasant conversation.
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For those that care, I plan to be out at Lestat's tonight. (Kit, I wanna see your hair) But I'm gonna try and make it an early eve. Got that 9am gig on the morrow, and it's best to be fresh for those. I'm gonna see if I can get a friend to join me, and get there early. I wanna do the talking thing with her, but I'd like her to meet you lovely folk I spend nocturnal shifts with. :)
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| 10:01am 14/10/2003 |
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so...so...cold....
I understand the need to keep a pc lab at a low temperature,...but for the love of tender baby jeebus [mmm, tender baby jeebus. yumm]...why does it have to be THIS cold?!?! My nose is freezing, my fingers going stiff, and despite being all bundled up I get a shuddery chill-spasm thing every few minutes. I think I can see my breath.
This is ridiculous.
It's too bright in here, too.
Maybe I shouldn't complain. I'm not feeling to social at the moment, and this is a handy excuse to hide in my hoodie and sunglasses. ;)
I'm gonna go have a smoke. And get some more tea. My hot tea from an hour ago is already cold.
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| 05:24pm 11/10/2003 |
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Oooh,...slept in way too late. It might have had something to do with not crashing until nearly 8am,...but I'm prone to think it was the interrupted sleep. Silly bunny (housing kids) issues at 9 fuckin' am. Then again at noon.
1st anon. female voice on my cell @9am: "Hi this is so-in-so from your local DSL provider. One of you residents parents would like to install service for their extra-special child on one specific phone jack in the household. We need your permission to provide this additional-fee inducing service to this stingy, self-absorbed person. Can we have it, or should we tell her to piss off?"
2nd anon. female voice on my _roommates_ cell at noon: "Hey, this is is some chick your boss didn't tell you was looking to move in this weekend. She didn't tell you, cause I haven't contacted her in a week or made an appointment during business hours (as I was told to do). But she said before that I could move in this weekend. And well, it's the weekend,..and she's not in her office. I don't understand. Why aren't there people in the office on a Saturday? I'm here now, & I have my deposit money. Why aren't you jumping to my whim and making with the kissing of my ass?"
I love my job. Really.
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Last night kicked ass. What with the Therapy groove, and mobbing of the back patio of Lestat's til 7am. OOh,...and the crashing of the iddy-biddy baby 'rave' that spawned next door. 10 smartassed gothy folk getting down with their bad selves to the beat of a very more different meatball.
Good times, good times. :)
Gotta get off my ass now, though. Dinner at my Mum's in the next hour. Mmmm,...prime rib. God, I love cow.
Heading to Sabbat all early-like for an hour or so, then off to Thrust. Perhaps another congregation at Lestat's this eve?
Some friends of mine (mine, mine, all mine) who don't get to club like,..ever...will be coming out to both venues this evening. I'm hoping they enjoy themselves,...so all you cool people should come out, too. :) |
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