jimmy

Ooooh! They’re showing the Preston Sturges movie Sullivan’s Travels on Saturday @ the Hollywood Forever Cemetary Saturday night. I must thank klikitak for showing me the light.

Anyone wanna go?

It’s amazing what a weekend full of rest will do to a body. I haven’t felt as relaxed on a Monday in fucking forever. I only wish that all Mondays could be like this. Perhaps it has something to do with my new Booty Shakin’ mix. I’m certainly shaking it right now (you just can’t notice it with my stellar typing abilities).

I think I’m going to go mix happy right now. Moop.

It’s been a quiet little weekend. I made a mix CD for the booty shakin’ summer nights.

Gay Shame. “Don’t be devoured by the consumerist monster of ‘gay pride’.” Why am I just finding out about this?

Just a little post.

Mark Philippoussis is in the Wimbledon finals! I still want him to sit on my face. Tee hee.

The Center for Public Integrity has leaked the document that is supposedly the USA PATRIOT Act II. If you scroll down on the index page, you can download the entire document. Since I have a dial up connection, I’m downloading this in parts. I’ve just scanned the first part, and it’s pretty scary. So go read for yourself.

Also, how come I didn’t know about the friend’s friends page? For those of you with a paid account, you can access it by adding “friends” to the URL of your friends page, for example http://username.livejournal.com/friendsfriends. It’s pretty cool. If only they can have it so we know which friend these friends are. Or something like that. *shrugs*

Apparently the new Liz Phair CD is really bad, LA Weekly has four reviewers to defend/criticize the CD. Hmmmm. I still insist the only halfway decent album she did was Exile in Guyville. Blah.

Grrrrr. My contact ripped in my eye right when I got to work. So I had to con my coworker to drive me home so I could get my glasses. How very annoying.

I have a meeting at 2 to discuss international shipping procedures. I guess they need my help to know what the fuck to do. Problem: I’m in fucking accounting. Bleah. So I’m going through my archived email to figure out if we ever had any informal procedures done for this (since there is obviously no formal written-up procedure). Grrrrrr.

And I have people halfway up my colon asking if I’m going to pay them. The answer was, is and always will be “NO”. So they can all eat my fucking clit.

Wow. This is much more angry than I had anticipated.