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scream if you wanna go faster
Sep. 1st, 2005 09:03 amBy the winter of 1989, I learned a very important life lesson: Hurricanes suck. It's why, for the most part, I've avoided following the coverage of Katrina and her path o' pain. Not because I'd find it boring, but because there's only so much insanity a human being can willingly subject themselves to before they snap. Hurricanes? Suck. They blow. They do all sorts of unpleasant things. Evacuations are the anti-fun. They take something kind of scary and make it really fucking annoying and scary. [Did I tell you the one about three hours in gridlock right outside the mall? I didn't? Remind me to sometime. And the orgy going on by the side of the road. That was awesome.]
I do not like thinking about how a hurricane could smoosh my house, suck my goodies out into the world [at least the ones I didn't have enough room or foolishly thought would be spared] and have it's way with the city. Because, honestly, I think about it enough every spring when the "OMG! We're all going to die!" predictions start. That, for those who do not live in coastal areas threatened yearly by hurricanes, would be when the weather channel and all their minions declare that this will be a shitty summer producing ten to twenty storms, and oh yeah, you're all gonna die while they stand outside and cheat death somehow. For ratings. Because they can. I think about it enough as summer drags on. I do not stop thinking about it in some part of my brain until November. Thus the blackout on my end. Though tales of $6 gas? Hi, I thought you were supposed to ban price gouging. Or is that so 80's?
Onward. Happy birthday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_glitter_gurl_! May today not suck. *throws confetti*
The part-timer on third shift is quitting. Christ, if Kathleen makes a play for getting Fridays and Saturdays off, leaving me to work them alone, I might kill her. If those days weren't freakishly busy, I wouldn't give a shit, but they are. And it's unfair to assume I'll work 'em alone. Unfair, uncool, and dangerously close to getting told off for, man. But I'll stress later.
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amazon says my stuff shipped. any bets on when it actually appears? I sincerely doubt it'll take 11 days to get here. 10, maybe.
Off to shower and pray mtv and my vcr didn't screw my mcr loving ways over. alphabet soup!
I do not like thinking about how a hurricane could smoosh my house, suck my goodies out into the world [at least the ones I didn't have enough room or foolishly thought would be spared] and have it's way with the city. Because, honestly, I think about it enough every spring when the "OMG! We're all going to die!" predictions start. That, for those who do not live in coastal areas threatened yearly by hurricanes, would be when the weather channel and all their minions declare that this will be a shitty summer producing ten to twenty storms, and oh yeah, you're all gonna die while they stand outside and cheat death somehow. For ratings. Because they can. I think about it enough as summer drags on. I do not stop thinking about it in some part of my brain until November. Thus the blackout on my end. Though tales of $6 gas? Hi, I thought you were supposed to ban price gouging. Or is that so 80's?
Onward. Happy birthday,
_glitter_gurl_! May today not suck. *throws confetti*The part-timer on third shift is quitting. Christ, if Kathleen makes a play for getting Fridays and Saturdays off, leaving me to work them alone, I might kill her. If those days weren't freakishly busy, I wouldn't give a shit, but they are. And it's unfair to assume I'll work 'em alone. Unfair, uncool, and dangerously close to getting told off for, man. But I'll stress later.
( swiped from T )
amazon says my stuff shipped. any bets on when it actually appears? I sincerely doubt it'll take 11 days to get here. 10, maybe.
Off to shower and pray mtv and my vcr didn't screw my mcr loving ways over. alphabet soup!
