August 01, 2002 :: 8:23 p.m.
on your left you'll see two flying turtles making small talk
Yes, I'm listening to this song again. On repeat. I can't help myself, I swear. I just love it too much to not listen to it 16,000 times in a row. Feel the orgasmic pleasure. It's already become associated in my mind with Adam, for a few reasons. Why? Huh! That's personal, bitch. What do you think this is, my
diary or something? Shame on you.
Oh. Speaking of that, I got a really disturbing Yahoo! hit today. Worse than the amputee lovers. Worse than the thing about fucking your sister. Observe: "little girl forced to suck." Now seriously, that just freaks me the fuck out. The results were all sorts of rape and pedophilia sites. And then me. Yuck. I need to go disinfect my eyes.
Anyway. Work was decent. I hate closing with a passion, but since I have to do it, I'm glad I get to do it with Stewart. He's a fun kid, only he's not a kid at all. He's 32, which is just plain bizarre. He looks about 25, at most. Lucky boy. He's dating this guy named Anton now, and he gets all excited when he talks about him. Heh. It's cute. Cute gay men are a thing of happiness. I don't work tomorrow, thank the gods, but I have to go in and get my check. Because I'm dirt poor. Poorer than dirt, actually, if that's even possible. I have maybe 50 cents to my name, and it's all pennies. My check is going to be small, but at least it's something. Joanne (the owner's wife) and I are going to split a black and white cookie when I go in, because I only like the white part and she only likes the black part. It's just common sense to split one, if you think about it. Waste not, want not, right? And besides, I'm always up for a cookie.
My mom informed me that my future roommate (one Emily A. Malloch) called this afternoon around 4. I called at 7:30, but no one was home. So at least communication has been attempted. That's better than nothing, right? *nods* Yes. Perhaps one of these days the "attempted" in "attempted communication" will be replaced with "actual." Yeah... that might be good.
Well, dears, I'm going to go read my lovely book. I'm in a strangely cheerful mood this evening. Dunno why. I guess it doesn't terribly matter, so long as it doesn't vanish as inexplicably as it arrived. Here's hoping it holds.
(You know that was some damn fine alliteration, too. Word.)
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