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wednes ([personal profile] wednes) wrote2002-07-19 06:44 pm

Mmmmmm...invisible cola.

As it is pretty summery out, and in a delightfully gloomy way, I thought I would take this chance to tell you all how damn good I feel.

I am applying for this gig to manage a new independent theatre in Ann Arbor. That would be sweet. I am also waiting to hear for a few jobs that would just sort of tide me over. And make me some bank...

I re-read Jurrasic Park This week, then last night I watched the movie with H. Then a whole bunch of people came over and had chili. Uterdic got the habanero. ha ha
Next up, a comic book Lickingtoad is loaning me...then Harry Potter here I come!

Things I like: rain, Dead Zone, Mikes hard Cranberry Lemonade, Zoolander, My cats, Simpsons, Shrinky Dinks, Deluxe Scrabble.
Bad Things: blinding heat, being dissed, falling video shelves, this damn sucky loud apartment complex, Fix-me Frank (when he is killing people), zombie holocaust.

Have a good day everyone.

spinache surprise

[identity profile] cepheidus.livejournal.com 2002-07-19 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, so you give up on the cooking thing! When I could have been your dutiful taste-tester, honest and loving . . . and then you hurl this THEATRE bit onto the playing field! This means I'll be serving you!!!
You can't, you simply can't! I'll become your scenic slave. I'm too new in this career to be a SLAVE already . . .

[wimper]

Oh, fine. I won't be selfish [sniffle]. Get the job. Love the job.

And then hire me a lot so I can get rich and famous already . . .

Re: spinache surprise

[identity profile] wednes.livejournal.com 2002-07-19 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Rela guy, take a rest.

Calm Blue Ocean, man...everythings cool. Lets just see if I don't end up managing a fucking McDonalds by the time summer is over.

[identity profile] cepheidus.livejournal.com 2002-07-19 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[livejournal.com profile] uterdic would appreciate the free food . . .

Re:

[identity profile] wednes.livejournal.com 2002-07-19 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
He knows he can come over here and have dinner whenever he wants...and he does.

See, if I used my culinary powers for evil, I could enslave the world...not my bag, baby.