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the squirrels are dragging a body overhead
Dec. 3rd, 2005 07:29 amMy hands smell like gardenias. Which would be awesome except I haven't any idea why that lotion smells like 'em.
Went to work. While there the power went out for ten minutes. Naturally I was in the only room in the friggin' store that seems to have no emegency light. Curses! The store with only backup lights? Spooky.
Someone left their copy of a play one of the Baptist churches are doing. I read a few scenes. My head? Exploded. Oh.My.GOD. Stop me if you've heard this story before!
Sue Ann is a bitchy kid. Young enough to still want toys of some variety, but old enough to be a total bitch. At school she mocks Saint Queenie for being homeless. Queenie, not being an actual child but a saint, takes it and then spills forth words of wisdom such as, "It is all right, they do not know the true meaning of Christmas. I have everything I need" and so forth. Sweet sentiment and all, but since the use of contractions seems to have been outlawed, it takes several sentences for Queenie to play Saint. You almost want to root for Sue Ann by the time Queenie stops yapping. But you don't, because then we move to
SCENE 4!
Wherein Queenie's mother runs into [literally, darling. Literally] Sue Ann's mother and the words "cuz" [as in cousin] and madame are thrown around in the oddest mix of ghetto fabulous and an attempt at olde time charm. It made my head hurt so bad. Again, no contractions. If you guessed that Sue Ann's mother invites her down on their luck, homeless shelter living family to stay with them over the winter break and even manages to find a job for out of work daddy, then you have obviously watched a christmas special before. My favorite part was when the odd ghetto/ye olde charming women go home to talk to their perspeketive families.
I don't make this stuff up, man. Anyway, Christmas day brings Jesus or an angle [yes, angle] to Sue Ann and they talk. Hell if you know what Jesus or his angle have to say to little miss bitch, because while we're told that we should be overhearing this, there is nothing to overhear. Sue Ann sees the error of her ways, goes home, tries to give all her gifts [sight unseen!] to Queenie, who of course can only take half and still retain her Saint status.
Then there's some singing about how it's not your birthday, but the day set aside to celebrate Jesus and his birth and right around here is when I had to hide all my pens so as not to fix the numerous spelling mistakes [so. much. irony.] and the whole perspective thing. I also resisted the urge to add a little note that said, "Don't worry. Your God will forgive you for this... One day."
It's very cold up here, and I have the fan on because I can smell smoke. Stupid smokers!
I'm off to reheat something yummy for breakfast.
eta: today is holly's birthday. yay!
Went to work. While there the power went out for ten minutes. Naturally I was in the only room in the friggin' store that seems to have no emegency light. Curses! The store with only backup lights? Spooky.
Someone left their copy of a play one of the Baptist churches are doing. I read a few scenes. My head? Exploded. Oh.My.GOD. Stop me if you've heard this story before!
Sue Ann is a bitchy kid. Young enough to still want toys of some variety, but old enough to be a total bitch. At school she mocks Saint Queenie for being homeless. Queenie, not being an actual child but a saint, takes it and then spills forth words of wisdom such as, "It is all right, they do not know the true meaning of Christmas. I have everything I need" and so forth. Sweet sentiment and all, but since the use of contractions seems to have been outlawed, it takes several sentences for Queenie to play Saint. You almost want to root for Sue Ann by the time Queenie stops yapping. But you don't, because then we move to
SCENE 4!
Wherein Queenie's mother runs into [literally, darling. Literally] Sue Ann's mother and the words "cuz" [as in cousin] and madame are thrown around in the oddest mix of ghetto fabulous and an attempt at olde time charm. It made my head hurt so bad. Again, no contractions. If you guessed that Sue Ann's mother invites her down on their luck, homeless shelter living family to stay with them over the winter break and even manages to find a job for out of work daddy, then you have obviously watched a christmas special before. My favorite part was when the odd ghetto/ye olde charming women go home to talk to their perspeketive families.
I don't make this stuff up, man. Anyway, Christmas day brings Jesus or an angle [yes, angle] to Sue Ann and they talk. Hell if you know what Jesus or his angle have to say to little miss bitch, because while we're told that we should be overhearing this, there is nothing to overhear. Sue Ann sees the error of her ways, goes home, tries to give all her gifts [sight unseen!] to Queenie, who of course can only take half and still retain her Saint status.
Then there's some singing about how it's not your birthday, but the day set aside to celebrate Jesus and his birth and right around here is when I had to hide all my pens so as not to fix the numerous spelling mistakes [so. much. irony.] and the whole perspective thing. I also resisted the urge to add a little note that said, "Don't worry. Your God will forgive you for this... One day."
It's very cold up here, and I have the fan on because I can smell smoke. Stupid smokers!
I'm off to reheat something yummy for breakfast.
eta: today is holly's birthday. yay!
