Bandolero by Day

Hakkai is in ur base, killin ur d00ds. Oh goodness, there's something wrong with me.


BEHOLD, Betty's secret identity! Props to rotsman, King of Mecha. Actually, he's not a HUGE mecha fan as far as I know, but it's a cool-sounding title.


I purchased a cup of super worms at PetsMart just a couple of hours ago, and it's making strange noises. Perhaps it's time I feed them to the lizards. I'd hate for them to evolve sentience and tiny weapons just because I left them in the plastic container too long.


Work was not nearly as horrible as I expected it to be. As it turns out, the actual ice cream social did not start until long after my shift was over. There were very few short bus customers, and one woman even gave me a bracelet after I rang up her order, JUST FOR BEING SO DAMN COOL. It is made of tiny wooden beads, and I shall henceforth wear it as evidence of my awesomeness.

Now I must putter around the house and enjoy my TIME OFF OF WORK. I will celebrate it by NOT WORKING. Except that I will be doing some work. HOWEVER, IT WILL NOT BE COFFEE WORK.

The season of hell is over, and not a moment too soon. I think work was starting to get to my brain. Today, I was cleaning behind the counter during a slow period, and my supervisor was in the back room doing dishes and whistling a tune. I heard the sound and thought, "Gosh, I'm getting really good at whistling!"

...

... BECAUSE I THOUGHT THAT I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS WHISTLING. SO FAR GONE.

Tomorrow I finally have a day off, followed by three days of reasonable hours, one extra-long shift, and then a MEEJ-WEEKEND. HANG IN THERE, Z! YOU CAN DO IT. KEEP WHISTLING.

P.S.

In the year 2005 I resolve to: Learn to eat fire. Get your resolution here

I'LL DO IT.

Yes, I changed the colors around. AGAIN, I BLAME THE WORK AND BEING SO FAR GONE THAT I HURRR THUD.

I've been sent home from work for the second time this week because my coworkers decided that I was too sick to work. At our store, you don't just NOT WORK unless you've lost a limb or something, so I must really look like death warmed over for them to have TOLD ME that I should not be there. Clearly the time has come for me to hole up in my bed.

Until I go back to work tomorrow night, anyway. Come ON immune system, we're in it to win so let's WORK IT.

Also, since I am ill, I automatically have permission to use excessive caps and a double negative.

MY ROOM. Status: CLEAN. I am making a post about this because I am a dork, and because it is a Very Big Deal. I have lived in a sty for many a year, because 1) I am lazy, and 2) as long as it doesn't smell or have an infestation of some sort, I can live with it. Then, on Tuesday, something in me snapped, and lo, the great cleaning began! And also lo, today it was finished! And lo again, it took three days, because it was indeed that bad! Three days of straight cleaning, no computer, no PS2, no... well, I'm broke anyway, so avoiding other fun activities wasn't all that difficult.

Z. Status: HAPPY. I was going to post pictures of the room, further increasing my dork quotient, but I cannot find the cable for the USB port, because I LOST IT IN THE PROCESS OF CLEANING MY ROOM. The hell! This must be some sort of special irony sub-genre! Again, the hell? What? YEAH.

SO...

In other news, I spent part of my Labor Day getting paid time and a half to learn Gin Rummy. No, I did not know how to play it. You may shut up about it, as my coworker has already ribbed me about it enough. I think I'm still a bit unclear on the rules, though in my defense the name of the game is very distracting. Gin and rum does not sound like a pleasant combination.

More inconsequential ramblings? VERY WELL! Tonight, my mother brought home a "Viva Bush" bumper sticker, and I had to ask her if she bought it because she supports Bush, or for the sexual connotation. That's the sort of woman my mother is, you see. As it turns out, the correct answer is C: she bought it to annoy my pro-Kerry father, although she was so delighted by my suggestion of the sticker's sexual connotation that she plans to keep it on her car FOREVER. It's all rather odd, as she's not even registered to vote. Then again, that might make more sense in context.

Finally, if you are shinikius or sakibombshell, it MAY interest you to know that I have this Saturday and next Saturday off, miracle of miracles. Nod nod, wink wink, nudge nudge.

The time has come, the Z did say, to talk of many things... of boots and submarines and the glue on envelopes, of lettuce and Archdukes and sleep, and Pez most likely. Mostly sleep.

My local area Starbucks has hired some new employees.

THUS, I only have to work about twenty hours a week as opposed to 30-40.

THUS, I have time for things like school work, and that stuff that involves neither school nor work. I don't fully remember what those things are, but I'm sure it will come to me in time.

Yes, I know there are people out there who work a full time job AND are full time students, but I'm not just that strong, and by "not that strong," I mean "I DON'T WANNA."

The point is, (sniffle) I'm so happy.

Also, thexphile, the Hyena with Breast Pads (okay, probably real breasts), now has an lj, which is just really cool. LIKE YOUR MOM. Okay, no, I got nothing here. Screw this, I'm going to bed.

WITH YOUR MOM.

No, that's a lie.