November 20, 2001 :: 12:44 a.m.
meow
listening to... the making of a Marilyn Manson on MTV.
reading... tex and molly in the afterlife, by Richard Grant.
feeling... lazy.
I went over to Joe's and we hung out until like 10. We went to CD Warehouse, and I asked if they were hiring... the woman told me to come back this weekend to get an application, because they were out of them tonight. Another friend of mine named Joe works there, so it would be fun times if I did too. Joe (not the one I just mentioned) used his free cd thing, which he got for filling up his stamp card thing, to buy a Traci Lords (sp?) album called 1,000 Fires. She used to be a porn star. I think that's the only reason he likes her. I mean, the music isn't great. It sounds like something a porn star would make. There's one song where the only words are, "Okey dokey doggy daddy, yummy yummy sweety mummy," or something equally inane. And apparently she has her own show? That what I'm told. Something on the Sci-Fi channel.
How does being a porn star turned mediocre musician warrent having your own show? I don't know what kind of show it is, but what kind of show could it be, really? I can't really figure that out. I want my own show. If I have sex with some people for money and then sing perverse nursery rhymes set to techno music can I have my own show?
We went to Barnes & Nobles after that to... I don't know, browse. We have this tendency to end up in bookstores. I'm more of a Borders girl myself, because Barnes & Nobles seems very inhospitable and not someplace where one could spend a lot of time without getting evil looks from the staff. But Joe wanted to go to B&N, so off we went. We got gigantic cups of chai with vanilla syrup in them, and while it was good, it was far too much for me to stomach. By the time I got about halfway through it I felt like I was going to vomit. I'm thinking it was the sweetness.
After that we just went back to his place and hung around for a bit. Rufus, his kitten, is becoming more and more insane every time I see him. He does nothing but bite, and when I say bite I don't mean play-nibble, I mean gnaw. My hands are now scarred and mangled shells of what they were this morning. *laughs* Okay, not really, but they are really scratched up. Joe just wants him to get fat and lazy and sleep all the time, which is what my cats do. I like my cats. They're fun cats. In fact, I'm feeling the urge to show the world my wonderful felines.
*runs off to take pictures of the kitties*
Um, well actually I could only find one of the cats, and the other was sleeping and I didn't want to wake her up, so I looked through my drawer and found a disk full of pictures from the summer. I also went to the bathroom and got some more water, but I don't really think you need to know that.
Presenting...
... Gizmo (left) and Tango (right), the wonder cats! Yay. Gizmo is nuts. I mean, she's insane. I think she's schizophrenic. Tango rolls around on her back a lot. After sleeping and eating, I'd say that's what she does the most. They're kind of weird, but no one ever said cats were normal. I luff them. :)
While I was looking for the disk of cat pictures, I discovered about 12,000 disks that I haven't used in ages. I have no idea what's on them. So that's my project for the night. I'm going to go through each of them and see what's there, because I like that sort of thing and because I have nothing else to do. Actually, I should study for the SAT, but when do I ever do what I should? The disks it is, then.
-Amanda
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