Hell is frozen (with ice cream).

[thez]

Tomorrow, Starbucks is holding an ice cream social. Tomorrow, I work, and I start at 7:30 am.

Pro: ice cream
Con: also frappuccinos... frappuccinos out the ass

Oh how I loathe the frappuccino.

Another Con: twice the usual number of insane customers

I will have to exercise a lot of willpower to keep myself from choking a bitch.

PRO: after the shift from frappuccino hell, I finally get a couple of days off. I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT IT IS LIKE TO HAVE A DAY OFF I AM SO EXCITED YAY!


Z's weird confession of the day: I've never listened to My Chemical Romance before, but this song is catchy and I REALLY like the video. You see, the video is like some sort of crazy goth musical, and I find that to be both hilarious and charming. It's the goths doing the Fred Astaire umbrella dancing that really make it.

Z's fangirl squeal of the day: I just picked up volume nine of Saiyuki. TODAY IS THE DAY that I can officially say that I have the entire English language Saiyuki manga, AS WELL AS the first four volumes of Reload in Japanese, AS WELL AS a small but delightful shelf-full of merchandise, AS WELL AS six thousand sad geek points. But that's okay. Because I say it is.

BRACE YOURSELF FOR SLEEP.

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[good-benito.livejournal.com]

Oh, also, I was reading over the exchange you were having with Adams the other day about his "Arg!" entry, and I wanted to let you know, if you ever decide that some of my debacles are worth commenting on, no holds barred, eh? Just for reference.

Oh, and I'll need a phone number and address for the road trip if you wanted to see me briefly. You mentioned that it wouldn't curl your toes (the bad way) in my poll. My email should be on my info page.

[thez.livejournal.com]

I HAVE THAT BOOK. It is in plain text format, though, so I am sadly ingorant of this soundbite. Still, I can imagine it, because, you know, Jon Stewart.

No holds barred: so does that mean I don't have to wear boxing gloves, or does it mean no gloves but brass knuckles instead?

Okay, fine, no brass knuckles.

At any rate, the sending of information shall commence, and one day we shall dine together. Most of my favorite things to do around town involve food, you see.

[good-benito.livejournal.com]

I shall email the section with said sound clip.

Since emailing large attachments is a bitch, you'll have to swear and affirm that you've batted your eyes in an alluring manner in order to get me to upload the other 22 files.

Commencing email...

Ooo! *skips off to reply screen*

[good-benito.livejournal.com]

Oh, and brass knuckles are okay, but you have to make a good case for their actual necessity. Like LA cops, only without the lawyers. Basically, define honesty, and then use it.