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Oct. 26th, 2002 03:25 pmWell, it's only three thirty, but so far my day has been shit-tacular. ( The word for today, kids, is fuck )
Oct. 26th, 2002
Okay, so candy doesn't excuse shit, but it does apparently cheer me up a bit. Who knew?
I'm so easy. I'm still stressing over the "line buster" thing, though.
I'm so easy. I'm still stressing over the "line buster" thing, though.
All right, my Mom offered to take me to work tomorrow, and she bought chocolate donuts. How am I supposed to hold up against that kind of onslaught?
I watched Dane Cook on tv again today, which still makes me laugh out loud. "We're dealing with food, not missiles here, governer! Now, DRIVE AROUND!" Ha! "Chicken tenders. . .sweet sauce all over my body. . ."
God, I love him. I'm laughing right now, as I type that, even. After watching stand up for a while, and the season premiere of Premium Blend (hosted by Wanda Sykes Hall! Hell yeah, jigga!), I just saw the evil goldfish episode of South Park. Which is one of my absolute faves. Makes me feel all nostalgic, since my friends and I in High School all used to quote South Park and shit all the time, and that was one of the eps we'd laugh over constantly. It's funny how different episodes of different shows, and various tv-related shit in general, makes me nostalgic for different friends. The "You guys, are my best friends" Evil Cartman song makes me think of Meg, as well as the Underwear Gnomes episode. The "Chef's chocolately, salty balls" song makes me think of Kristen Durf-Durf (don't ask, heh). The Dogshow skit on SNL makes me think of Meg and I, in Karly's car, singing "da-da-da-da-DOGSHOW!" non-stop, because we knew it would drive Karly and Lauren slowly insane (because we were evil like that). The "I wish you weren't a liar" and "I drive a Dodge Stratus!" makes me think of Braukman, Amy, Emi and Jo, and so on and so on. I can't ever talk of Dane Cook, without thinking of Amy. It's weird how, no matter how many years go by, people find a way to sneak into so many areas of your brain. Like, so many things end up reminding you of them, when you knew people for a long time. TV shit is just one tiny part of it. Sigh. It's nice, to remember good times with people, but it makes me sad sometimes too. But that's the way it goes, I guess.
I need to get the worry over the stupid, fucking "line busting" crap out of my head. It's seriously making me get all anxious, when I think of work. And that's something I was just starting to enjoy not feeling, when I thought of work, these days. Because, for so long, I couldn't think of when I worked, or whatever, without associating it with stress and dread. I couldn't even see a commercial for Sears, or go near the mall, without feeling all panicky. And if I have this hanging over my head? Ugh. And the thing is, I'd talk to Peppy about it, but what's that gonna do? It'll just make her think I'm crazy, and it won't affect anything. I mean, if they're gonna do that, they're gonna do it. Me talking to her wouldn't change that. I guess I could at least talk to her, to have a better understanding of what is being discussed, what it would involve, and what kind of notice we'd have, if they decided to implement it. Now that I'm starting to get money again, I want to see my old doctor again. I know insurance won't cover it, most likely, but he did say he'd take whatever I could afford. But that's assuming this kind of bullshit doesn't pop up and make me lose this job, so that I'd be broke again. Sigh. But if that happenned, I could deal with it, right? I could find some other job, possibly? And I don't even know if this is something that will happen. Or, if it does happen, if it would affect me like I think it will. That's what I'm trying to say to myself, anyway. But I don't like uncertainty. I don't like it at all. Like, what's less than nothing? Whatever it is, that's how much I like it. *pulls out hair*
On a totally unrelated note, two things were discovered today:
1. My little brother has an icon of an animated pimp, for his messenger
and
2.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
willothewisps is my taller mini-me, because she worked in the intimates department (like I did!) at Sears, for six months. Bonding over little ole ladies flashing us with their girdles! Good times!
I watched Dane Cook on tv again today, which still makes me laugh out loud. "We're dealing with food, not missiles here, governer! Now, DRIVE AROUND!" Ha! "Chicken tenders. . .sweet sauce all over my body. . ."
God, I love him. I'm laughing right now, as I type that, even. After watching stand up for a while, and the season premiere of Premium Blend (hosted by Wanda Sykes Hall! Hell yeah, jigga!), I just saw the evil goldfish episode of South Park. Which is one of my absolute faves. Makes me feel all nostalgic, since my friends and I in High School all used to quote South Park and shit all the time, and that was one of the eps we'd laugh over constantly. It's funny how different episodes of different shows, and various tv-related shit in general, makes me nostalgic for different friends. The "You guys, are my best friends" Evil Cartman song makes me think of Meg, as well as the Underwear Gnomes episode. The "Chef's chocolately, salty balls" song makes me think of Kristen Durf-Durf (don't ask, heh). The Dogshow skit on SNL makes me think of Meg and I, in Karly's car, singing "da-da-da-da-DOGSHOW!" non-stop, because we knew it would drive Karly and Lauren slowly insane (because we were evil like that). The "I wish you weren't a liar" and "I drive a Dodge Stratus!" makes me think of Braukman, Amy, Emi and Jo, and so on and so on. I can't ever talk of Dane Cook, without thinking of Amy. It's weird how, no matter how many years go by, people find a way to sneak into so many areas of your brain. Like, so many things end up reminding you of them, when you knew people for a long time. TV shit is just one tiny part of it. Sigh. It's nice, to remember good times with people, but it makes me sad sometimes too. But that's the way it goes, I guess.
I need to get the worry over the stupid, fucking "line busting" crap out of my head. It's seriously making me get all anxious, when I think of work. And that's something I was just starting to enjoy not feeling, when I thought of work, these days. Because, for so long, I couldn't think of when I worked, or whatever, without associating it with stress and dread. I couldn't even see a commercial for Sears, or go near the mall, without feeling all panicky. And if I have this hanging over my head? Ugh. And the thing is, I'd talk to Peppy about it, but what's that gonna do? It'll just make her think I'm crazy, and it won't affect anything. I mean, if they're gonna do that, they're gonna do it. Me talking to her wouldn't change that. I guess I could at least talk to her, to have a better understanding of what is being discussed, what it would involve, and what kind of notice we'd have, if they decided to implement it. Now that I'm starting to get money again, I want to see my old doctor again. I know insurance won't cover it, most likely, but he did say he'd take whatever I could afford. But that's assuming this kind of bullshit doesn't pop up and make me lose this job, so that I'd be broke again. Sigh. But if that happenned, I could deal with it, right? I could find some other job, possibly? And I don't even know if this is something that will happen. Or, if it does happen, if it would affect me like I think it will. That's what I'm trying to say to myself, anyway. But I don't like uncertainty. I don't like it at all. Like, what's less than nothing? Whatever it is, that's how much I like it. *pulls out hair*
On a totally unrelated note, two things were discovered today:
1. My little brother has an icon of an animated pimp, for his messenger
and
2.
willothewisps is my taller mini-me, because she worked in the intimates department (like I did!) at Sears, for six months. Bonding over little ole ladies flashing us with their girdles! Good times!