how I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold
Dec. 31st, 2005 09:23 amSwiped from
_hallow_. According to this, having hit 70+, I have no life. This must be true as when I just ran down the list and ticked them off mentally, I came up with 69, but when I said what the hell and filled it out, I passed the lifeless mark. Yay me!
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Behold, I survived one night of work. This despite Jeffrey all but pushing me out the door about ten seconds after I clocked in. "You look sick. Are you sick? How are you feeling? Do you want me to take over until 12 so you can go home and get some sleep?" Repeat that last one every way you possibly can, three times each, and then smoosh the entire conversation into five minutes, and you have my first ten minutes at work. So maybe I did look like a vampire had snacked on me, which is how I felt. Unless you believe vamp snacking leads you to fantastic side effects, then we should rephrase that.
Re-reading Bloody Bones. I should have remembered that early Anita is a great way to diet, since it'll make you gag if you're trying to eat at the same time. Unless you're like Cassandra, who has ended many a horror movie with, "Anyone else craving steak?" It still amuses me that she shuddered for years in the presence of anything even remotely resembling spaghetti after se7en, but everything else is fair game. Amusement, I have much.
*hums* I switched with Kathleen, so I have to figure out how to con someone into taking me to the beach tomorrow, fairly early to avoid any freaks who have a similar idea. *muse* Earlier I was just going to go straight after work, but 6am will not work.
I think my muse broke up with me. She got mad at me for not paying attention when I should have. Then again, I think she always takes a break for the holidays, so maybe she'll come back. Still, nothing like a gaping hole where a muse/story idea should be. And then we cycle back into self doubt and the thought that I'm just totally delusional. But no matter, the muse? She's not here. And I'm really, really tired.
I'm not sure I have any big reflection upon 2005 as a whole, other than the obvious, "well, if 2006 is any worse, we're all gonna die, eh?" But I don't really have much for the year. It's kind of a blur, and lately I'm fairly certain that in a year, I will consider this a sucking void for my memories. I didn't really learn anything big or important, or if I did, I'm not aware of it, so it really doesn't count right now, does it?
and I still hold your hand in mine when I'm asleep
I would like to write something, some day before I die, that makes someone else cry, and not because it's an attack on them, but for another reason. A better reason. Is it sad that currently that's my only life goal?
Also, is it sad that I flip through Blender's reviews and look out for the two star or less reviews because it means something's gotta suck? If so, so be it.
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Behold, I survived one night of work. This despite Jeffrey all but pushing me out the door about ten seconds after I clocked in. "You look sick. Are you sick? How are you feeling? Do you want me to take over until 12 so you can go home and get some sleep?" Repeat that last one every way you possibly can, three times each, and then smoosh the entire conversation into five minutes, and you have my first ten minutes at work. So maybe I did look like a vampire had snacked on me, which is how I felt. Unless you believe vamp snacking leads you to fantastic side effects, then we should rephrase that.
Re-reading Bloody Bones. I should have remembered that early Anita is a great way to diet, since it'll make you gag if you're trying to eat at the same time. Unless you're like Cassandra, who has ended many a horror movie with, "Anyone else craving steak?" It still amuses me that she shuddered for years in the presence of anything even remotely resembling spaghetti after se7en, but everything else is fair game. Amusement, I have much.
*hums* I switched with Kathleen, so I have to figure out how to con someone into taking me to the beach tomorrow, fairly early to avoid any freaks who have a similar idea. *muse* Earlier I was just going to go straight after work, but 6am will not work.
I think my muse broke up with me. She got mad at me for not paying attention when I should have. Then again, I think she always takes a break for the holidays, so maybe she'll come back. Still, nothing like a gaping hole where a muse/story idea should be. And then we cycle back into self doubt and the thought that I'm just totally delusional. But no matter, the muse? She's not here. And I'm really, really tired.
I'm not sure I have any big reflection upon 2005 as a whole, other than the obvious, "well, if 2006 is any worse, we're all gonna die, eh?" But I don't really have much for the year. It's kind of a blur, and lately I'm fairly certain that in a year, I will consider this a sucking void for my memories. I didn't really learn anything big or important, or if I did, I'm not aware of it, so it really doesn't count right now, does it?
and I still hold your hand in mine when I'm asleep
I would like to write something, some day before I die, that makes someone else cry, and not because it's an attack on them, but for another reason. A better reason. Is it sad that currently that's my only life goal?
Also, is it sad that I flip through Blender's reviews and look out for the two star or less reviews because it means something's gotta suck? If so, so be it.