...With YARN!
Jun. 22nd, 2004 11:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maypirateIt's a lovely day, and I have nothing to do.
The troubles with being an indoor-kid is that when it's nice outside, you have no idea what kind of things to do.
Okay, that's not entirely true. I know what I want to do: I want to play baseball or some shit. You know what's not gonna happen? That. Frisbee just don't cut it, peeps.
My other plans for the day include buying a spray bottle to keep my hermit crabs moist, and possibly going to Borders.
For once I don't have to work, and it is official, yes, yes, I really dislike my condescending hell-boss. At least I'm not alone in disparing of her reign of terror.
Tried to call Kevin for fun and profit after sending him a suitably stalker-like e-mail. DID YOU MISS THOSE, LIPSCHUN? I KNOW I DID. And I e-mailed Tomoko, only two weeks late. Go me.
I want Don to find out if he got that job, right now. And I want him to have gotten that job. RIGHT NOW. Oh please oh please oh please.
We saw "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" at the cheap theater on Saturday, and I thought it was lovely, especially considering how malevolent and creepy I found "Being John Malkovich." It was very sweet and nice, and had no sex, which is a startling and nifty change of pace in this ever-fucked world.
There was more sex in the previews before "Stepford Wives" than in "Sunshine" or "Wives," which I also quite enjoyed, because it was funny, and has a robotic dog fall face-first down the stairs. Yes. Yes. BRILLIANT.
So I am happy with the movies I've seen.
Amy and I went on a pseudo-date before we picked up Bob to see "Wives." We went to Friday's, and all nervous first-date conversation was cleverly by-passed with help from sugar packets featuring questions like "What wouldn't you do for $10,000 that you would do for $1,000,000?" Fridays: First Date Central!
And, um...where was I going with any of this?
Have become unnaturally obessed with one of the Elvis songs featured in "Lilo and Stitch."
It all comes back to the movies, and what can I do that's outdoors?
Why isn't Pairaka back yet?
BIG JEW <-- pinecones
The troubles with being an indoor-kid is that when it's nice outside, you have no idea what kind of things to do.
Okay, that's not entirely true. I know what I want to do: I want to play baseball or some shit. You know what's not gonna happen? That. Frisbee just don't cut it, peeps.
My other plans for the day include buying a spray bottle to keep my hermit crabs moist, and possibly going to Borders.
For once I don't have to work, and it is official, yes, yes, I really dislike my condescending hell-boss. At least I'm not alone in disparing of her reign of terror.
Tried to call Kevin for fun and profit after sending him a suitably stalker-like e-mail. DID YOU MISS THOSE, LIPSCHUN? I KNOW I DID. And I e-mailed Tomoko, only two weeks late. Go me.
I want Don to find out if he got that job, right now. And I want him to have gotten that job. RIGHT NOW. Oh please oh please oh please.
We saw "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" at the cheap theater on Saturday, and I thought it was lovely, especially considering how malevolent and creepy I found "Being John Malkovich." It was very sweet and nice, and had no sex, which is a startling and nifty change of pace in this ever-fucked world.
There was more sex in the previews before "Stepford Wives" than in "Sunshine" or "Wives," which I also quite enjoyed, because it was funny, and has a robotic dog fall face-first down the stairs. Yes. Yes. BRILLIANT.
So I am happy with the movies I've seen.
Amy and I went on a pseudo-date before we picked up Bob to see "Wives." We went to Friday's, and all nervous first-date conversation was cleverly by-passed with help from sugar packets featuring questions like "What wouldn't you do for $10,000 that you would do for $1,000,000?" Fridays: First Date Central!
And, um...where was I going with any of this?
Have become unnaturally obessed with one of the Elvis songs featured in "Lilo and Stitch."
It all comes back to the movies, and what can I do that's outdoors?
Why isn't Pairaka back yet?
BIG JEW <-- pinecones
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Date: 2004-06-23 01:33 pm (UTC)Stupid fucking airports. They searched my suitcase and fucking confiscated a bottle of candle fuel that I'd bought in Leavenworth!!! DAMMIT!!! IT WAS FOR A SET OF CANDLES!! IT WAS IN CHECKED BAGGAGE!! IT WASN'T LIKE IT WAS A BOMB OR ANYTHING!!! ARGH!!!! My pretty purple candle fuel... If I'd known they were going to do that, I'd have either left the shit with Stacy or just waited until I got home to buy the refill stuff anyway.
Well, there is the consolation that Avis didn't say a word about the crack in the windshield of the rental car so maybe we won't have to pay for that.
I bought you a postcard! I even wrote something on it! And put a stamp on it! Then I forgot to mail it!! WOO!!! Aren't I smart? *falls down again*
BTW, WHERE ARE YOU AND WHY AREN'T YOU ONLINE!! I DON'T CARE IF IT'S ONLY 8:30 YOUR TIME!! I LIKE CAPS!! THEY'RE FUN!! @.@
I'm going to take a nap. MWAH!