May 01, 2002 :: 2:41 p.m.
um... hello, I am Quagmar
I meant to write again last night, but I couldn't use my dad's computer. So sad. I finally got my check from Excitement Video the other day, so I went and cashed that this afternoon. I went to Sal's and spent about 12 bucks on very fun things - I even got two cups that look like elephant feet. Maybe I'll take a picture of them and post it later. Right now, I'm waiting for some clothes to dry and for my mom to get home. She's with Rufus at the vet, but if she gets back in time I'm going to drop her off in Grantville (on my way to Annville) so she can bring my car home. Ville x two. Heh.
Yesterday at work I learned how to use the meat slicer. Woo! Gotta love cutting flesh all afternoon. It was rather unpleasant, but not so much as I'd imagined, really. I was tempted to wear two pairs of gloves but decided against that - one pair hinders my fingers quite enough, thank you. It's hard to hit the correct buttons on a cash register while wearing thick latex gloves. It feels kind of like poking at them through a film of that rubbery glue stuff. But I like that rubbery glue stuff; you can roll it between your fingers to make glue balls and then shoot them at people. So I suppose I shouldn't compare the two.
I feel like this entry is being written by someone else. It's weird. I'm writing what I'm thinking, but it sounds almost like someone else in the way it's worded. Or maybe I'm just being paranoid and irrelevant, as per usual. Moving on.
I'm going to visit Adam tonight. Fun times. I think we're going out to dinner, but otherwise I'm not sure what we'll do. Maybe go to a movie, maybe go to Borders, maybe go to someplace where he can purchase the game he's been lusting after (Resident Evil, I believe). Or maybe we'll go to the park or something. I haven't a clue, but it really doesn't matter to me as long as I get to be with him.
I was going to start writing Winnie the Pooh Goes S&M, but I'm not in such a creative writing mood, nor do I have the time. I have to leave soon, yo. If my mom doesn't get home in the next 15 minutes, it's off to the Ville of Ann for me, alone. She said I could, too, so it's not like I'm just leaving without her. Blah. These option fields intrigue me. I want to use them but I'm too lazy to do that right now. Perhaps tonight, or whenever I have a chance to go online again. Psycho fucked up computer = downtrodden me. Not really, though, I just wanted to use the word "downtrodden." It's kind of a pain in the ass, but I'm not so attached to my computer that I can't breathe properly without it (a la Mason). So... yeah, I'll tinker with the options and the Winnie the Pooh thing and what not when I have my own computer up and running again. I must go make myself presentable now. Cheers.
edited at 3:08 p.m. I forgot to mention something. I got a bunch of Google hits yesterday: "love predictors," "girl eat shit," "'eyelids are getting heavy,'" and "'rufus across the universe.'" Just so you know.
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