Last Saturday I met Steve Prue for dinner at the Hard Rock, which is literally about two minutes away from me. Apparently he was taking photographs at Wizard con. Sadly I did not get to go any of the days it was going on because I had classes all day Friday, and work Saturday and Sunday. Cock'n'balls. But the dinner was nice and we discussed some ideas for a next set. I'm kind of pissed because he got me this 11 dollar drink (because you get to keep the glass after you drink it), and as soon as I got home, I put it on the counter and it fucking fell over and broke. I didn't even get to take it out of the box. Actually I think the box that they put it in is the reason is broke, because the bottom was kind of bowed funny and didn't sit flat against the countertop. *sigh* oh well.
Also, on Sunday, my manager called out "sick" (even though I know for a fact he was at Wizard Con because he's the biggest comic geek ever), and my co-worker Jesse showed up an hour and a half late for work. In that time, I was bombarded with students coming in wanting to return and sign out equipment, as well as people wanting to use the labs on the 5th and 7th floor, which I couldn't unlock without anybody else working with me. Everybody was giving me the eye like I was the worst person ever and a couple of people started yelling at me and telling me how unprofessional it was that I was the only one working. Yeah, NO SHIT. Like I wanted to get stuck working by myself the week before finals. Then Jesse came sauntering in all casual like nothing was wrong while I was frantically checking in a huge pile of equipment that got turned in, with a bag of purchased food in hand. (Which meant he spent extra time waiting in line to get said food.) I asked him to open up the dark room so the photo students could work on their projects, to which he replied, "Yeah, I'll do it after I eat." Oh god. I was about ready to stab him through the eye-socket with a light stand. I said, "No, I really think you should do it RIGHT NOW." He kind of murmered about not wanting to get chemicals on his hands before he ate but did it anyway. Ugh. I talked to my manager about getting him fired. He's late EVERY Sunday and usually just puts the chairs together and goes to sleep on them while I do all the work. Fucking lazy piece of shit.
And while I'm on the topic of people pissing me off, some fucking crazy woman approached Steve and me at an intersection the other day asking if we knew when some bus was coming. I don't use public transportation and neither does Steve. He said, "No, I don't know, sorry." And I added, "Yeah, we don't use the buses." For some reason she got really angry at me and was like, "Oh SORRY, I didn't mean to OFFEND you!"...and before I could even say anything she stormed off. She managed to piss me off enough that I turned my head over my shoulder and sort of half-shouted an obscenity at her but I doubt she heard it. Oh well.
Maybe I'm on edge because all of my finals are due next week. Luckily I managed to knock off two of them, leaving two more left to finish. All in all I'm making good time but I can't shake this feeling that I won't get everything done.
Oh yeah, something funny happened earlier this week. We have this cat Gambit (it's a girl but we used to think she was a boy) and we recently got a new kitten, another girl, which my roommates named Guinness. Anyway, Gambit is in heat this week...AGAIN...and out of no where, Guiness got behind her and started going to town on her....yeah. So one pussy was eating another pussy's pussy. That reminds me of Beavis and Butthead Do America when Beavis says, "It's like it's coming out of the ass of the ass!" Anyway.
I re-bleached my hair and dyed it pink, with manic panic this time, in hopes of salvaging my color...but it failed, again. It's more pink this time but there's still this muddy orangish color in parts of my hair that refuses to go away. I kind of regret my decision to dye my hair pink now. Going from black to pink is virtually impossible and now it just looks kind of shitty. I guess that will be a lesson to me.
This is the most long-winded journal entry ever.
My boobs are sore. Actually...I've been thinking about getting them reduced. I'm sure a bunch of people are going to say, "OH MY GOD NOOOOO", but the fact of the matter is, they hurt, I have back problems, and my bras don't fit me properly even though I special order them out of a catalogue. I'm really worried about going under the knife though...there will be permanent scars, and a chance that I might lose all sensation in my nipples. Which would suck, because my nipples are really sensitive and make sexual acts more enjoyable for me. I don't know, it's a tough call. I get a lot of messages from girls saying they envy my breasts, but honestly, I'd kill for smaller boobs without the scars. I think smaller boobs rock. They're perky and look fun to play with. And they leave a lot more options open for clothing. Supposedly there's this pill that's supposed to reduce your breasts over a period of several months, but it's like 300 dollars for a 5 month supply...I guess in the long run that isn't too bad, if it actually works.
I'm gonna take my sore boobs off to bed now. Have a fantastic weekend, everyone!
Also, on Sunday, my manager called out "sick" (even though I know for a fact he was at Wizard Con because he's the biggest comic geek ever), and my co-worker Jesse showed up an hour and a half late for work. In that time, I was bombarded with students coming in wanting to return and sign out equipment, as well as people wanting to use the labs on the 5th and 7th floor, which I couldn't unlock without anybody else working with me. Everybody was giving me the eye like I was the worst person ever and a couple of people started yelling at me and telling me how unprofessional it was that I was the only one working. Yeah, NO SHIT. Like I wanted to get stuck working by myself the week before finals. Then Jesse came sauntering in all casual like nothing was wrong while I was frantically checking in a huge pile of equipment that got turned in, with a bag of purchased food in hand. (Which meant he spent extra time waiting in line to get said food.) I asked him to open up the dark room so the photo students could work on their projects, to which he replied, "Yeah, I'll do it after I eat." Oh god. I was about ready to stab him through the eye-socket with a light stand. I said, "No, I really think you should do it RIGHT NOW." He kind of murmered about not wanting to get chemicals on his hands before he ate but did it anyway. Ugh. I talked to my manager about getting him fired. He's late EVERY Sunday and usually just puts the chairs together and goes to sleep on them while I do all the work. Fucking lazy piece of shit.
And while I'm on the topic of people pissing me off, some fucking crazy woman approached Steve and me at an intersection the other day asking if we knew when some bus was coming. I don't use public transportation and neither does Steve. He said, "No, I don't know, sorry." And I added, "Yeah, we don't use the buses." For some reason she got really angry at me and was like, "Oh SORRY, I didn't mean to OFFEND you!"...and before I could even say anything she stormed off. She managed to piss me off enough that I turned my head over my shoulder and sort of half-shouted an obscenity at her but I doubt she heard it. Oh well.
Maybe I'm on edge because all of my finals are due next week. Luckily I managed to knock off two of them, leaving two more left to finish. All in all I'm making good time but I can't shake this feeling that I won't get everything done.
Oh yeah, something funny happened earlier this week. We have this cat Gambit (it's a girl but we used to think she was a boy) and we recently got a new kitten, another girl, which my roommates named Guinness. Anyway, Gambit is in heat this week...AGAIN...and out of no where, Guiness got behind her and started going to town on her....yeah. So one pussy was eating another pussy's pussy. That reminds me of Beavis and Butthead Do America when Beavis says, "It's like it's coming out of the ass of the ass!" Anyway.
I re-bleached my hair and dyed it pink, with manic panic this time, in hopes of salvaging my color...but it failed, again. It's more pink this time but there's still this muddy orangish color in parts of my hair that refuses to go away. I kind of regret my decision to dye my hair pink now. Going from black to pink is virtually impossible and now it just looks kind of shitty. I guess that will be a lesson to me.
This is the most long-winded journal entry ever.
My boobs are sore. Actually...I've been thinking about getting them reduced. I'm sure a bunch of people are going to say, "OH MY GOD NOOOOO", but the fact of the matter is, they hurt, I have back problems, and my bras don't fit me properly even though I special order them out of a catalogue. I'm really worried about going under the knife though...there will be permanent scars, and a chance that I might lose all sensation in my nipples. Which would suck, because my nipples are really sensitive and make sexual acts more enjoyable for me. I don't know, it's a tough call. I get a lot of messages from girls saying they envy my breasts, but honestly, I'd kill for smaller boobs without the scars. I think smaller boobs rock. They're perky and look fun to play with. And they leave a lot more options open for clothing. Supposedly there's this pill that's supposed to reduce your breasts over a period of several months, but it's like 300 dollars for a 5 month supply...I guess in the long run that isn't too bad, if it actually works.
I'm gonna take my sore boobs off to bed now. Have a fantastic weekend, everyone!
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barryjive:
I 34th the comment about finding a good doctor. I have a friend who had a reduction done, and her nipples fell off after the surgery. I don't know whether I attribute that to a bad doctor or her body's response to the reduction, but it's one possible complication from the surgery. I've known another girl who had it done, and she has little sensation in her nipples. Whatever you do, tread fucking carefully.
vivid:
If you do get the reduction... save it in a jar and sell it in SG sales. =D