Let it be known that klikitak is made up of pure evil. There is nothing sweet in that avatar. No.
What is the meaning of this you ask? Well, in comments in one of my posts she said we should hang out tonight. All right. Do dinner and shit. Where? PINKS!!!!! AAaaaaah! Evil!!!!!!
So I’m going to probably get a clogged artery while savoring the grease and taste yummy hot dogs with chili cheese fries. Mmmmmm. I’m hungry as we speak.
I was driving over to Redondo Beach for coffee tonight right after sun down. The marine layer was hovering right over the coastline in this magnificent way. It almost looked like a two-layer cake blanketing the PV peninsula. Great stuff yo.
Since I’m redoing work instructions, I get prone to being bored by my own writing. Funny that.
It is fucking cold in the office here. The thermostat says it’s 75 degrees. I think it’s more like 68 degrees. In the mornings I really need to remember to bring my sweater since my nipples protrude like a relief map. Not a good thing.
For some reason, I really want to see this show:
Actually I know the reason: the boy in the middle. Hot hot hot. Mmmmm. I can’t believe I’m actually getting suckered into tv.
I know this is crazy as all hell, but I have this huge hankering to go goth clubbing. The last time I stepped foot in one was 2001 for someone’s birthday. I think it was angwe‘s 21st? No. I can’t remember. It’s been THAT long.
The only time I really felt comfortable on a dance floor was when I would go to Perversions and stomp around with all the rivet-y shit. I mean when you have a bunch of outcast white kids, how well can they all dance anyhow? I remember having tons of fun despite the pretension dripping off the walls (or was it because of the pretension?)
God this is making me want to put in some :wumpscut: or spahn ranch.
I should really start planning things like a proper person. *snickers*
Fri: Dinner at HR VP’s house. He invited a group of us, and I am one of the lucky ones to be invited. Lucky because I saw the menu and have since been salivating. Mmmmm. Mango salsa. And other things I can’t remember except for the fact they’re yummy. Pfft.
Sat: Drew’s going away party? I’m also going to kick some ass on ohmeohmy‘s behalf. All in all it should be fun.
Sun: LALA’s. Who wants to come? lotusblossom? klikitak? my_bootay? urbanemonkey? Anyone? I’m craving yummy Argentine food soooo much.
Mon: Open.
Tue: The Manifolds last show ever in its current incarnation. Sad. It’s also Mae Shi’s record release party. This reminds me. I owe those boys a mix since I nabbed their mix. Hmmmm. I’ve got some sick shit.
And that’s about as far as my mind can comprehend right now.
Oh. I have something ultra secret in the works right now. Something NO ONE knows about. Care to try and guess?
Back in the day, Justin Timberlake was this really annoying pubescent fag-a-lag with a brillo mop on top of his head. Then he shaved his head and I said, “He’s sorta cute.” Then a story about his dick size comes along. Now I want to tie him up and fuck him til dawn. It take so little (or, in his case, a WHOLE LOT) to get me going.
The geniuses at McSweeney’s have a daily column of reasons to “dispatch Bush”. While you’re there, you might want to look at other things there since it’s pretty neat-o.
I just got home from the interview. It went really well. They were on the verge of saying I am overqualified. The saving grace is that I do not have a degree thus I can’t ask them for too much money. Who thought that my not having a degree would actually be beneficial? But I’d best not get ahead of myself.
The funniest part of the interview was when I told them how much I was making. The look of shock and disgust on their face almost made me break down and laugh. I know I’m severely underpaid. That’s the reason I was there. 🙂
I’ll post something else later that’s not friends only.
I thought I was going to be nervous about the interview today, but surprisingly I’m not. I guess it’s just an excuse for me not to be at work. Or something like that.
One of my big projects here at work is retooling my department’s work instructions. The ones we have currently aren’t comprehensive enough. And since we’re a public company, we have to be compliant with the Sarbanes-Oxley Act (created after the Enron, Arthur Anderson mess).
So here I go. I haven’t done technical writing since my days as an Engineering major. But here I am doing it again. Everytime I want to use a metaphor, I have to bite my lip. This is the driest shit I’ve ever written, and I’m being complimented about my writing style. Ugh. This is really a bitch. But I guess I’m good at it, so I’ll just keep working on it.
So I open my Yahoo and guess what is the top story? Bush: U.S. Looking Into Whether Iran Involved in 9/11.The story itself is much more ambiguous about the whole thing, but the headline itself leads me to the conclusion: America vs Iran!
I’m totally reliving high school right now. I’m listening to Orbital tonight. Last night it was Rage against the Machine. Hehehehhe.
I’m really looking forward to the interview tomorrow. Normally I’m horrible at job interviews for some reason, but since I’ve been on the other end of interviews the last year I think I can pull this off. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
The first thing on my list of things to do if I do get a job is moving. As most of you know, I’ve been living at home helping out my mom and grandmother financially. Actually it’s more like they live with me. But my mom’s business has been doing much better over the last several months and looks to keep steady. So moving just seems like the best option. I’ve had several issues over the years living at home like:
