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Lucky for me, H likes my tattoo.
Good thing, since he made the design for me.
Good thing, since he made the design for me.
May. 9th, 2003
The Weekend Cometh:
May. 9th, 2003 01:50 pmHopefully, my Hot Hot Boss will not be so stressed and cranky all weekend, since last weekend sucked so bad. This Film Forward thing will go well.
And Carrie Okee shall not rear its drunken head!
Found out that we are getting The Matrix sequel at work. H will be happy to once again not have to pay to see a summer blockbuster. As for me, I signed up to work at an indie film theatre. If I'd wanted to sell tickets to every tasteless dumb-ass backward-hat-wearing idiot that comes into the mall, I would have stayed at the freaking Blockbuster...
So we get rid of Spun after a week, we have no Spider, no Bend it Like Beckham, no House of 1,000 Corpses, and no classics.
And Man, my arm is killing me!
And Carrie Okee shall not rear its drunken head!
Found out that we are getting The Matrix sequel at work. H will be happy to once again not have to pay to see a summer blockbuster. As for me, I signed up to work at an indie film theatre. If I'd wanted to sell tickets to every tasteless dumb-ass backward-hat-wearing idiot that comes into the mall, I would have stayed at the freaking Blockbuster...
So we get rid of Spun after a week, we have no Spider, no Bend it Like Beckham, no House of 1,000 Corpses, and no classics.
And Man, my arm is killing me!
Boris the Spider
May. 9th, 2003 10:44 pmThere's a spider crawling on my wall.
No really, it's there right now. I was going to take it outside, if only to spare it being eaten by my cats. But that's not really fair to the cats now, is it?
Looking for a second job is becoming a horrific and fruitless endeavor. Not to mention that half the people I know are looking for work. I think I won't make any grand changes until the world feels a little less like its about to explode.
H is late getting home again.
No really, it's there right now. I was going to take it outside, if only to spare it being eaten by my cats. But that's not really fair to the cats now, is it?
Looking for a second job is becoming a horrific and fruitless endeavor. Not to mention that half the people I know are looking for work. I think I won't make any grand changes until the world feels a little less like its about to explode.
H is late getting home again.