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dancing on your grave
Jun. 29th, 2006 03:55 pmIs it a sign that the Apocalypse is well underway if I've poked around a bit at HC for the first time in ages? If it is, then be advised that someone should find Buffy and have her fix this. Unless we're all happy as we spiral away towards the end. That's cool too, I suppose.
I think the manager currently working overnight is a bit nutty. He seems very nice one minute and then the next time he comes running through the store, he looks ready to kill us all if we're not doing something. I've just yet to figure out what that something is. *muse*
I don't know if I mentioned this before, but the schedules for the next forever and a day are up, probably because that manager is taking his vacation next week, and my birthday vacation was approved. :D Thing is, I've only got one thing planned for the entire week. [July 8-15, I work the night of the 15th and then two more days off] If I think about this too much, it could be bad. I want to do something, but I have no clue as to what I want to do. It's not like there's a ton of stuff to do in general, though I think I might chance another Apocalypse and see The Devil Wears Prada in the hopes that I like it more than I liked the book. [...why was the book so beloved? By the end, I was ready to beat the tar out of almost everyone.]
So if you've got a suggestion, go forth. You may also place bets on whether I entertain myself the day of the 10th, or if someone steps into the void. You may also bet on the likelyhood of the one thing I've got planned falling through. [Yes, I say this with no real bitterness.]
I should shower sometime soon.
Which one of you didn't take the time to hide my copy Sing the Sorrow? The problem with listening to any music at all is that I almost always pack it away with enough mental baggage that upon any further listening means I have to sit down and sift through the memories that kind of tumble out along with the songs. What's really fun is when you listen to something at two very different times in your life and they mix together. For example, StS has the horrid luck to have been shoved into my ears as I fell in love and when I started to have my heart break into a thousand tiny shards. See, these things should come with warning labels.
On the other hand, at the risk of sounding even crazier than I am, or like LKH, fictional characters are also all tied up in the background as well. Fun. Too bad they didn't leave their forwarding addresses.
Note to self: Falling asleep directly after work always seems like a good idea. It's not. You get wired in a way that you can't figure out what the hell to do and then you feel sluggishly wired which is just wrong. WRONG.
House love. It may kill me having to wait ages to find out what I missed in those two episodes [eps 3 and 4, I think, of S2?] still. I'm weak. I forgive Chase all kinds of things for his yummy accent. I can't help it. As a child I was brainwashed into the love of Australia and my teen years were spent finding accents. [Let's talk about that $400 phone bill that was all my fault, okay?] I'm weak.
Tell me a story. That is your mission.
I think the manager currently working overnight is a bit nutty. He seems very nice one minute and then the next time he comes running through the store, he looks ready to kill us all if we're not doing something. I've just yet to figure out what that something is. *muse*
I don't know if I mentioned this before, but the schedules for the next forever and a day are up, probably because that manager is taking his vacation next week, and my birthday vacation was approved. :D Thing is, I've only got one thing planned for the entire week. [July 8-15, I work the night of the 15th and then two more days off] If I think about this too much, it could be bad. I want to do something, but I have no clue as to what I want to do. It's not like there's a ton of stuff to do in general, though I think I might chance another Apocalypse and see The Devil Wears Prada in the hopes that I like it more than I liked the book. [...why was the book so beloved? By the end, I was ready to beat the tar out of almost everyone.]
So if you've got a suggestion, go forth. You may also place bets on whether I entertain myself the day of the 10th, or if someone steps into the void. You may also bet on the likelyhood of the one thing I've got planned falling through. [Yes, I say this with no real bitterness.]
I should shower sometime soon.
Which one of you didn't take the time to hide my copy Sing the Sorrow? The problem with listening to any music at all is that I almost always pack it away with enough mental baggage that upon any further listening means I have to sit down and sift through the memories that kind of tumble out along with the songs. What's really fun is when you listen to something at two very different times in your life and they mix together. For example, StS has the horrid luck to have been shoved into my ears as I fell in love and when I started to have my heart break into a thousand tiny shards. See, these things should come with warning labels.
On the other hand, at the risk of sounding even crazier than I am, or like LKH, fictional characters are also all tied up in the background as well. Fun. Too bad they didn't leave their forwarding addresses.
Note to self: Falling asleep directly after work always seems like a good idea. It's not. You get wired in a way that you can't figure out what the hell to do and then you feel sluggishly wired which is just wrong. WRONG.
House love. It may kill me having to wait ages to find out what I missed in those two episodes [eps 3 and 4, I think, of S2?] still. I'm weak. I forgive Chase all kinds of things for his yummy accent. I can't help it. As a child I was brainwashed into the love of Australia and my teen years were spent finding accents. [Let's talk about that $400 phone bill that was all my fault, okay?] I'm weak.
Tell me a story. That is your mission.
