so. my trip to nyc with glenn was amazing. not only did i get to see the damien hirst AND the basquiat retrospective, go on a shopping spree at pearl paint, eat fancy dinners with my mom and get glenn a new pair of jeans [28x35! he's a supermodel!], we got to go to the sg fashion show afterparty courtesy of aspen and jason. i was so so glad to see people i've missed like crazy like jason, of course, and waxangel, unnecessaryz, dave hock, and girlie [to name a few]. thanks to aspen for setting it up and letting me hang out in her fancy hotel room.
i gave glenn a rockstar haircut and tried to dye a streak of his hair black yesterday, and it turned BLUE. supposedly, the blue will fade to black over a couple of washes, but glenn is annoyed and skeptical. *i* think he looks cool, anyway.
glenn's ex-girlfriend is also trying to tell him that i'm a huge slut and am still [still! hahaha! it never even happened!] sleeping with jason fate. [the boy i fake dated who looks just like my brother, but with black hair.] even funnier is that glenn and jason fate are really good friends now and totally in love with one another. plus, i spend every waking moment with him, meaning i hardly have time for homework, much less infidelity. but, you know, look at the way i DANCE. i HAVE to be fucking everything that glances in my direction, right?
aaaaaalso, i had a huge scare today because glenn got in trouble for smooching me at work. it seemed like a much bigger deal because the asshole head of security has it in for him and was trying to tell the director that he's giving me "special favors." if by special favors, he means that sweet sweet lovin', then he'd be correct. otherwise, it's a complete fabrication, and i'm sure the director knows that, being that glenn is the best visitors' services manager the museum has had in years. it was sad. i thought i was going to have to quit to save glenn's ass, but everything is fine now. just no more making out at work. oh well.
i just finished my last final today. neuroscience. christ. i think i did better on this test than any of the others so far, especially considering i didn't study at all. thank GOD i remember all my neurophysiology from my brain&behavior class at hunter. so now it's two weeks of vacation, which will be spent working at the warhol attempting to recover from the huge financial blow to my credit card that was glenn's birthday.
i gave glenn a rockstar haircut and tried to dye a streak of his hair black yesterday, and it turned BLUE. supposedly, the blue will fade to black over a couple of washes, but glenn is annoyed and skeptical. *i* think he looks cool, anyway.
glenn's ex-girlfriend is also trying to tell him that i'm a huge slut and am still [still! hahaha! it never even happened!] sleeping with jason fate. [the boy i fake dated who looks just like my brother, but with black hair.] even funnier is that glenn and jason fate are really good friends now and totally in love with one another. plus, i spend every waking moment with him, meaning i hardly have time for homework, much less infidelity. but, you know, look at the way i DANCE. i HAVE to be fucking everything that glances in my direction, right?
aaaaaalso, i had a huge scare today because glenn got in trouble for smooching me at work. it seemed like a much bigger deal because the asshole head of security has it in for him and was trying to tell the director that he's giving me "special favors." if by special favors, he means that sweet sweet lovin', then he'd be correct. otherwise, it's a complete fabrication, and i'm sure the director knows that, being that glenn is the best visitors' services manager the museum has had in years. it was sad. i thought i was going to have to quit to save glenn's ass, but everything is fine now. just no more making out at work. oh well.
i just finished my last final today. neuroscience. christ. i think i did better on this test than any of the others so far, especially considering i didn't study at all. thank GOD i remember all my neurophysiology from my brain&behavior class at hunter. so now it's two weeks of vacation, which will be spent working at the warhol attempting to recover from the huge financial blow to my credit card that was glenn's birthday.
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jason:
you are NOT getting paid to make out, young lady. thats why work is called 'work' and not 'disco'.
kikka:
ah that's creeeeepy i have this picture printed out and in my notebook and last night i was sleeping in da fields i looked at it and got all in the mood for missing you a lot a lot