sometimes I feel hollow inside.
Jul. 23rd, 2005 10:41 amOne of the numerous reasons I have a bit of a God complex is the constant thought that If I ran the damn world, certain things would definitely change. I'm really tired, stupid planet, of checking what little news I dare check and finding death, destruction, and stupid celebrity breakups as the headlines. More tired than I am of seeing entirely too many hip bones and areas of the human body I shouldn't see unless I've suceeded in getting you to strip for me. *gouges eyes out*
Anyway.
From the archives of my brain, sometime earlier in the week this very, very skinny, very, very tall woman came into the store dressed almost entirely in white. And if you look that skinny all in white, you're even skinnier than you look, kay? And she buys a couple of things and walks out after her check clears, and the guy behind her just gives me this look and says, "She looks like a boy, huh? Like, no curves, no nothing." And I had to grin.
Hrmm. Last night work did not suck. Infact, until I sat down after work, my feet didn't hurt at all. So, so happy. The night was dull and I wasn't expected to do a ton of stuff... oh, what fun that is. Especially when the thunder started and I was given proof that should the power ever go out with Jake as the boss, we'll close. Woo!
*thinks* Remind me tomorrow to call Ryan and hunt him down. Hunt. Yes. Please? Despite the stupid hatred of the phone, I shall call and hunt him down. ( And one more thing... )
I think something died a horrible death in the fridge. *gags* Which reminds me. Yesterday, while waiting for the weekenders to come on, I was up here checking the email and I heard the cat mew her "I'm hurt!" mew. So I hurried down to see what was wrong. I looked in the laundry room and no kitty. Bathroom where the door shuts mysteriously! No kitty. *worries* And there she was, in the kitchen, looking awfully sad. I began to worry even more until I realized she'd brought me something very, very... dead. So, freaking out slightly because I didn't know what it was, I went to get the broom to dispose of it the wimpy way. Only when I came back it had moved. Not so dead afterall. And all I could see was a wriggling tail. I freaked out. Luckily Mom woke up to the sounds of my freakout, and got rid of the lizardy thing. *twitches*
Oh, and if you pondered in the Pullipy sort of way, Latte is not for me unless they change her somehow.
Anyway.
From the archives of my brain, sometime earlier in the week this very, very skinny, very, very tall woman came into the store dressed almost entirely in white. And if you look that skinny all in white, you're even skinnier than you look, kay? And she buys a couple of things and walks out after her check clears, and the guy behind her just gives me this look and says, "She looks like a boy, huh? Like, no curves, no nothing." And I had to grin.
Hrmm. Last night work did not suck. Infact, until I sat down after work, my feet didn't hurt at all. So, so happy. The night was dull and I wasn't expected to do a ton of stuff... oh, what fun that is. Especially when the thunder started and I was given proof that should the power ever go out with Jake as the boss, we'll close. Woo!
*thinks* Remind me tomorrow to call Ryan and hunt him down. Hunt. Yes. Please? Despite the stupid hatred of the phone, I shall call and hunt him down. ( And one more thing... )
I think something died a horrible death in the fridge. *gags* Which reminds me. Yesterday, while waiting for the weekenders to come on, I was up here checking the email and I heard the cat mew her "I'm hurt!" mew. So I hurried down to see what was wrong. I looked in the laundry room and no kitty. Bathroom where the door shuts mysteriously! No kitty. *worries* And there she was, in the kitchen, looking awfully sad. I began to worry even more until I realized she'd brought me something very, very... dead. So, freaking out slightly because I didn't know what it was, I went to get the broom to dispose of it the wimpy way. Only when I came back it had moved. Not so dead afterall. And all I could see was a wriggling tail. I freaked out. Luckily Mom woke up to the sounds of my freakout, and got rid of the lizardy thing. *twitches*
Oh, and if you pondered in the Pullipy sort of way, Latte is not for me unless they change her somehow.