March 02, 2002 :: 2:22 a.m.
and I shall roam the streets shouting "HIRE ME!!!"
I think there's a monster living in my stomach. It's been hurting relentlessly for the past two days. Have I angered you, little monster? Are you unhappy? Because if you tell me what you want, I'll get it for you. A big screen TV, a Rolex, a call girl - just name it and I'll get it, so long as you stop tormenting me like this. I mean, my period doesn't start for another week. Cut me some slack. Hold off the cramping and nastiness until their scheduled times, please.
Adam and I rented Ghost World tonight. It was quite fun. I wish I could be as cute as Enid. Alas, I am not, nor will I ever be. *pouts* Oh well. We also went to Borders for some tea. There's a nice big fucking "Now Hiring" sign in the window. Again. I asked a lady at the customer service-type desk if I had to apply again, since I just put in an application a little while ago. She said no, took my name and phone number, and said they'd look at my application. Yeah, you better. I swear to GOD, if they do not hire me this time, I'm strapping a bunch of dynamite to my chest and going all kamikaze on those bitches. No jokes. This will be the forth time in, oh, six months. Give me a fucking break. I'm not some deranged mutant with a criminal record as long as I am tall. I'm just some girl who really, really wants to work there. I'm a nice person when I want to be. I bathe regularly and I do not have 47 thousand bits of metal protruding from my face, which is more than I can say for some of the current Borders employees. And I have no life, so I have an extremely open schedule. What more do you need, people? Do you want blood? Because I'll give you blood. Oh, I will. And if you don't fucking give me a job this time, it'll be your own blood.
*evil cackle*
So. Adam's going to Baltimore tomorrow to see a musical of some sort. He got tickets for his birthday, I believe. I'm a bit (okay, maybe more than a bit) perturbed by the fact that he's taking his mother to see it with him, but hey, whatever. Let's move on before I say things that shouldn't be said.
I think I'm going to make some tea. Tea is nice. Tea soothes achy tummies and lowers heavy eyelids. Mmm, tea. How I do love you so. Yeah... I'm going to abandon this entry, which has run out of steam anyway, for a nice cup of tea. Suckaaaahs.
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