***this entry has been brought to you by tofurky. the stuff that tastes like meat, but it isn't...and it's deee-licious.***
(don't hate, meat-eaters. try it. then you'll see.)
well, i'm back doing what i thought i'd never do again: call center work. is there anything more soul sucking? well, yeah. there's a lot of jobs that are a lot more degrading and awful, but i just feel like taking some time to wallow in self pity. but then i just keep telling myself: "at least it's not telemarketing." i once worked a telemarketing gig for about 3 weeks and i didn't make a single sale. but it was for cingular, and honestly, i don't see a cell phone as being a necessity. so when people didn't want one, i was disinclined to push it on them. this girl right here *points at self*, not cut out for sales.
but how are you really doing, dear laura-belle? well, i'm quite fine, actually. my life took a wide lazy turn from the dirty gravel road of suck to the double-wide, super paved road of awesome with the top down and my shades on. well, that's exaggerating a tad, but i honestly can't remember the last time things were going this smoothly. the boy and i are warm and squooshy *knock on wood*, i have a relatively stable job *knock on wood* , and my parents are gone for the entire summer. so my house is pretty much now officially "pants optional".
i'm just really hoping that i don't end up subconsciously doing something to sabotage myself. i tend to do that a lot. it may sound kind of over-dramatic in a way, but i really don't know what to do with myself when things go well. i almost feel lost when i don't have some kind of crisis/conflict to resolve. i'm just your typical suburban girl longing for a bit of controversy.
speaking of controversy, i met with a living mop, a terrorist, and a terrible, giant, man-eating troll last night for dinner.
really?
well, sort of. i met Asthenia, rpg, and BiXbYGrendel. it was quite enjoyable. drinks were guzzled, food was consumed and laughs a plenty were had. also, Asthenia is so fucking pretty that i got all nervous and tongue tied when i tried talking to her
(one thing you should note, if ever you do meet me is that i'm really quite tiny. like really. most average sized people could probably pop me in their mouths and save me in their cheek for later.) so now it looks like i could be getting some fancy pictures taken and maybe possibly send them in to ye olde sg. i figured it doesn't hurt to try and if for some reason i get accepted, then hoo-rah. it's minor internet stardom for me!!!
but now. i'm gonna go walk my poodle, wash my hair, then pop in some of BATMAN: THE ANIMATED SERIES and drift peacefully to sleep.
(don't hate, meat-eaters. try it. then you'll see.)
well, i'm back doing what i thought i'd never do again: call center work. is there anything more soul sucking? well, yeah. there's a lot of jobs that are a lot more degrading and awful, but i just feel like taking some time to wallow in self pity. but then i just keep telling myself: "at least it's not telemarketing." i once worked a telemarketing gig for about 3 weeks and i didn't make a single sale. but it was for cingular, and honestly, i don't see a cell phone as being a necessity. so when people didn't want one, i was disinclined to push it on them. this girl right here *points at self*, not cut out for sales.
but how are you really doing, dear laura-belle? well, i'm quite fine, actually. my life took a wide lazy turn from the dirty gravel road of suck to the double-wide, super paved road of awesome with the top down and my shades on. well, that's exaggerating a tad, but i honestly can't remember the last time things were going this smoothly. the boy and i are warm and squooshy *knock on wood*, i have a relatively stable job *knock on wood* , and my parents are gone for the entire summer. so my house is pretty much now officially "pants optional".
i'm just really hoping that i don't end up subconsciously doing something to sabotage myself. i tend to do that a lot. it may sound kind of over-dramatic in a way, but i really don't know what to do with myself when things go well. i almost feel lost when i don't have some kind of crisis/conflict to resolve. i'm just your typical suburban girl longing for a bit of controversy.
speaking of controversy, i met with a living mop, a terrorist, and a terrible, giant, man-eating troll last night for dinner.
really?
well, sort of. i met Asthenia, rpg, and BiXbYGrendel. it was quite enjoyable. drinks were guzzled, food was consumed and laughs a plenty were had. also, Asthenia is so fucking pretty that i got all nervous and tongue tied when i tried talking to her
(one thing you should note, if ever you do meet me is that i'm really quite tiny. like really. most average sized people could probably pop me in their mouths and save me in their cheek for later.) so now it looks like i could be getting some fancy pictures taken and maybe possibly send them in to ye olde sg. i figured it doesn't hurt to try and if for some reason i get accepted, then hoo-rah. it's minor internet stardom for me!!!
but now. i'm gonna go walk my poodle, wash my hair, then pop in some of BATMAN: THE ANIMATED SERIES and drift peacefully to sleep.
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and it will be my honour to snap some pics of you!
I'm really glad that things are going so well for you. I hope you don't hate me cause I ate a steak while sitting next to you, while you were dreaming of tofurky.
take care sweetie.
you are much too nice to me. i am blushing here, right now. *blushes* you seriously just made my day tho, lady... i don't know what to say!!! and yes, yes we are going to get you some fancy photos done!!!!! it's going to be a blast. we'll just hang out and get you all dolled up.... however, the only rule is going to be that you are NOT ALLOWED to get nervous when you're talking to me. i'm just me... nothing special. so to crap with all that!
i am definately envious of your tinyness however. i aspire to be tiny like you!!!
talk soon, m'lady.
xoxo