sometimes I feel hollow inside.
Jul. 23rd, 2005 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyOne 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. Various reasons I don't like calling him, though it's not just him. It's anyone... but as much as the phone is fantaaaaabulous, I always get ticked when he puts me on hold for everyone who calls and beeps in. Especially when I'm paying for the damn call. It's annoying. I understand that unlike me, he actually cares if someone crucifies him for making them miss a very important call, but for the love of moi, could you not seem to take every chance to pay attention to something else entirely? A girl's ego could break very easily like that.
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. Various reasons I don't like calling him, though it's not just him. It's anyone... but as much as the phone is fantaaaaabulous, I always get ticked when he puts me on hold for everyone who calls and beeps in. Especially when I'm paying for the damn call. It's annoying. I understand that unlike me, he actually cares if someone crucifies him for making them miss a very important call, but for the love of moi, could you not seem to take every chance to pay attention to something else entirely? A girl's ego could break very easily like that.
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.
