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Aug. 25th, 2004 10:48 amThe truly dull stuff out of the way. Work? Did not suck. Wasn't thrilling, but Satan didn't come in this morning, so I spent my second to last hour reading craptacular magazines and my last hour... trying to read TV Guide, but I kept getting interrupted by the thought that I should work. Yes. I should. Or customers thinking I should work.
You're Black Balloon!
Which Goo Goo Dolls song are you?
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Feck. I wanted Acoustic #3, but nooooo. Apparently I'm not fan enough to truly appreciate that. Feck that, man. I figure if you can ID the song by a lyric and actually know which one it is, you should rate good enough to be it. :p
Siiiiigh.
Borrrrreeeeeeddddddd.
But at least I'm no longer on the warpath, eh? No letter. Woe. No email. Woe. Tempted towrite him and offer to smack him upside the head with a trout for old time's sake. [anyone who's ever used IRC for more than a week, at least in the past, will understand. ChanOP abuse!]
... I feel old. And geeky. And a smidge lonely. I'm tired of not getting picked up from work until 8:20-8:30. At least before it wasn't so bad because there was Ryan to cheer me up. Now it's just me and mumsy who blathers on when I want silence and is silent when I need someone to blather on. Which is always how it goes, come to think of it. Ah well.
I need to brush my hair out and then shower. Much pain is anticipated, so if you hear screams, chances are that's me.
But first I will indulge my inner teenybopper who misses the days of the Spice Girls ruling the planet. I miss the other Cass who loved them and literally cried when Geri left, I miss the fact that when they were around, the other SG was around [Savage Garden], and that they didn't completely kill all other genres of music. :p So. I think I'll find my stash of SG stuff and pretend my mother isn't driving me bonkers.
Delayed by my laughing about the following: Out of boredom, I joined a Bratz group. Not entirely sure why since at best I'm intrigued by their love affair with black holey clothes, and at worst I find them to resemble tiny bodied sluts... But I did. Fascination will do that, I suppose. Anyway, I picked the first one I found and joined. Apparently the owner of this group is fighting with another one. Lines have been drawn and fights errupt once or twice a week. So I snicker as a fight breaks out over someone getting banned "for no reson!" from the other group. A scout from said group pipes up and says "dude, after having 13 friggin' accounts, maybe there was a reason." That's not the funny part. No, the funny part is that person who piped up was then kicked out/banned/told to leave/something, and the owner comes back to her group, ever so satisfied, and says that unlike that other group [and you all know which one I'm talking about] they don't speak badly about other people.
That fucking killed me. And in case that didn't do me in, some minion just kissed the mod's ass and kept repeating "We're all here to talk about Bratz, that's why we're all here. to talk about bratz!" Followed by stating something... in a question that shouldn't have been, like, a question? So now I have my inner valley girl voice on.
*de-snarls her hair*
You're Black Balloon!
Which Goo Goo Dolls song are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Feck. I wanted Acoustic #3, but nooooo. Apparently I'm not fan enough to truly appreciate that. Feck that, man. I figure if you can ID the song by a lyric and actually know which one it is, you should rate good enough to be it. :p
Siiiiigh.
Borrrrreeeeeeddddddd.
But at least I'm no longer on the warpath, eh? No letter. Woe. No email. Woe. Tempted towrite him and offer to smack him upside the head with a trout for old time's sake. [anyone who's ever used IRC for more than a week, at least in the past, will understand. ChanOP abuse!]
... I feel old. And geeky. And a smidge lonely. I'm tired of not getting picked up from work until 8:20-8:30. At least before it wasn't so bad because there was Ryan to cheer me up. Now it's just me and mumsy who blathers on when I want silence and is silent when I need someone to blather on. Which is always how it goes, come to think of it. Ah well.
I need to brush my hair out and then shower. Much pain is anticipated, so if you hear screams, chances are that's me.
But first I will indulge my inner teenybopper who misses the days of the Spice Girls ruling the planet. I miss the other Cass who loved them and literally cried when Geri left, I miss the fact that when they were around, the other SG was around [Savage Garden], and that they didn't completely kill all other genres of music. :p So. I think I'll find my stash of SG stuff and pretend my mother isn't driving me bonkers.
Delayed by my laughing about the following: Out of boredom, I joined a Bratz group. Not entirely sure why since at best I'm intrigued by their love affair with black holey clothes, and at worst I find them to resemble tiny bodied sluts... But I did. Fascination will do that, I suppose. Anyway, I picked the first one I found and joined. Apparently the owner of this group is fighting with another one. Lines have been drawn and fights errupt once or twice a week. So I snicker as a fight breaks out over someone getting banned "for no reson!" from the other group. A scout from said group pipes up and says "dude, after having 13 friggin' accounts, maybe there was a reason." That's not the funny part. No, the funny part is that person who piped up was then kicked out/banned/told to leave/something, and the owner comes back to her group, ever so satisfied, and says that unlike that other group [and you all know which one I'm talking about] they don't speak badly about other people.
That fucking killed me. And in case that didn't do me in, some minion just kissed the mod's ass and kept repeating "We're all here to talk about Bratz, that's why we're all here. to talk about bratz!" Followed by stating something... in a question that shouldn't have been, like, a question? So now I have my inner valley girl voice on.
*de-snarls her hair*
