queena

Strange night involving karaoke, Queer as Folk and strained conversation with Dave outside of Evolution.

I made him watch Reefer Maddness - which I think he barely tolerated because he was stoned. Perphaps I shouldn't break out the cult movies around him just yet, but rather slyly work them in. Either way, it looks as though I shall be watching An American in Paris on my own tonight after work. Huh.

This journal always makes me feel like Bridget Jones, albeit slightly better dressed. Maybe that's the red lipstick.


Apparently the evil woman from the Entertainer has been spreading gossip about how horrid I am to the staff. (Or so say my spies at Wendy's). Mmm. After 2 people quit after first shifts, no wonder she wanted me to work there. And no wonder I'm not.
Still love the idea that I'm infamous, even if it's for a lame reason.