So it's a "hoorah" sort of day for reasons aplenty.
Hoorah #1: My fiendish plan worked flawlessly, and Quinne has decided to be my Pity Friend. All I had to do was "act" pathetic enough and now she's finally mine, mine, ALL MINE! BWAA HA HA. Well, not really. But Quinne DID tell me to add her as a friend, so that's a "YAY" in my book, and finally I no longer have to see "this user has no friends. ha ha," which was really starting to drag on my self-confidence a bit. I just hope things work out for her and Tennessee boy - it's decidedly strange to feel bad for someone who I've never met yet have seen naked (odd, this world, innit?) but still, her journal makes me frowny and at any given time in the universe, I want everyone around me happy, and that includes nekkid girlies half the world away.
Hoorah #2: I got my hair highlighted today, and am lookin' pretty damn snazzy if I do say so myself. And I do. AND I survived the ordeal without losing TOO much of my brute machismo (let's face it, there's no way to be cool when you've got bleach in your hair and a bib around your front.) One time, honestly, no joke, I was getting highlights like 2 years ago and this little kid - probly junior high age - ran into the salon, pointed at me, said a snarky comment, laughed, and ran out - I got totally schooled by a frikkin' junior high school kid. So of course, I left the salon, drove off in my Beetle, went and DJ'ed the shit out of a party, then went and got me some nooky. And, of course, the immature voice in my head the whole time went "HA HA! TOP THAT, JUNIOR HIGH KID!" So I had the last laugh. Word.
Hoorah #3 - I'm on vacation this week from the Evil Day Job, leaving me only to DJ and generally be a big giant lazy dorkus.
Hoorah #4 - Some local hip hop kid actually tracked me down out of the phone book and stopped by my apt. coz he's heard me spin and wants me to try to fix up a couple of his tracks. Even though the music's pretty shitty, it gave me warm fuzzies that I'm gettin' some respect in Da Hood. Now to hide my Belle & Sebastian collection so I look all street tough when they stop by next...
Hoorah #5 - I'm basically DJ'ing the afterhours at a big downtown outdoor reggae fest tonite. Gonna get down there early and get my Marley on.
Hoorah #6 - Well, really, there isn't a 6, so this is a Boo instead of a Hoorah. My mom's having an angiogram and likely some 'plasty as well this week, so I'm kinda worried about that. And I still have yet to shake this evil cold that I've been fighting for nigh on two weeks now. Grr. But 5:1 is a pretty good ratio for Hoorah:Boo, so I can live with it.
-s-
Hoorah #1: My fiendish plan worked flawlessly, and Quinne has decided to be my Pity Friend. All I had to do was "act" pathetic enough and now she's finally mine, mine, ALL MINE! BWAA HA HA. Well, not really. But Quinne DID tell me to add her as a friend, so that's a "YAY" in my book, and finally I no longer have to see "this user has no friends. ha ha," which was really starting to drag on my self-confidence a bit. I just hope things work out for her and Tennessee boy - it's decidedly strange to feel bad for someone who I've never met yet have seen naked (odd, this world, innit?) but still, her journal makes me frowny and at any given time in the universe, I want everyone around me happy, and that includes nekkid girlies half the world away.
Hoorah #2: I got my hair highlighted today, and am lookin' pretty damn snazzy if I do say so myself. And I do. AND I survived the ordeal without losing TOO much of my brute machismo (let's face it, there's no way to be cool when you've got bleach in your hair and a bib around your front.) One time, honestly, no joke, I was getting highlights like 2 years ago and this little kid - probly junior high age - ran into the salon, pointed at me, said a snarky comment, laughed, and ran out - I got totally schooled by a frikkin' junior high school kid. So of course, I left the salon, drove off in my Beetle, went and DJ'ed the shit out of a party, then went and got me some nooky. And, of course, the immature voice in my head the whole time went "HA HA! TOP THAT, JUNIOR HIGH KID!" So I had the last laugh. Word.
Hoorah #3 - I'm on vacation this week from the Evil Day Job, leaving me only to DJ and generally be a big giant lazy dorkus.
Hoorah #4 - Some local hip hop kid actually tracked me down out of the phone book and stopped by my apt. coz he's heard me spin and wants me to try to fix up a couple of his tracks. Even though the music's pretty shitty, it gave me warm fuzzies that I'm gettin' some respect in Da Hood. Now to hide my Belle & Sebastian collection so I look all street tough when they stop by next...
Hoorah #5 - I'm basically DJ'ing the afterhours at a big downtown outdoor reggae fest tonite. Gonna get down there early and get my Marley on.
Hoorah #6 - Well, really, there isn't a 6, so this is a Boo instead of a Hoorah. My mom's having an angiogram and likely some 'plasty as well this week, so I'm kinda worried about that. And I still have yet to shake this evil cold that I've been fighting for nigh on two weeks now. Grr. But 5:1 is a pretty good ratio for Hoorah:Boo, so I can live with it.
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user092840:
Happy Birthday! 
phedre:
Happy birthday 