So, I've decided to make a triumphant return here to post my rantings and ramblings instead of using Facebook for a variety of reasons. First and foremost, I know who can read my journal here. I maintain fairly rigid controls over my friends list here, and that is no longer the case in Facebook. I can post larger posts here, break them up with lj- ( Read more... )

There was drama today. Not unusual for the group of people in question. But it has caused me to distil into language my philosophy on life. So I figured I'd write it up.

( On Being a Good Person )

Uhm, life. And stuff. I'm currently sitting in the living-room with spiderdust and iceblink. We're sifting henna for mehndi. I've forgotten how time consuming it is. I never used to have to when I was young, I was spoilt that way. And I was like 16 the last time I had to do this. Bah. Thankfully, we're all taking turns. Still, I feel bad ( Read more... )

So, it's spiderdust's birthday, and I'm here with her and family... IN THE GOOGLE OFFICES. My life is now complete. I have a google name tag. And everything ( Read more... )

Augh, not dead. I promise. *sigh* I'm sorry. I really am bad at this at this point in my life.

I have a place to live, I have food, I need a job... But I'll get one in the next couple of days...

And thank you, Ms. Prince(ss) for nudging me. I haven't totally forgotten about the world.

My fortune cookie, the day after con:

You will advance socially, without any special effort.

I made a couple mistakes this last weekend... now I'm just trying to figure out which ones are at the top of the list... Blah. And also... Blah. I'm blah, and rather sick of it. That is all.

All I have to say is, bitch, what part of 'He had help' leads to 'The three of us could conquer the world.' Especially when you don't include his help. I understand I'm quiet, in a corner, and easily underestimatable. That's usually the first sign that no. You couldn't.

Thank you. That is all.

So, I'm on the schedule today from six to eleven. Apparently they other show doesn't even let out until 11. Excuse me? I'm expected to stay past my scheduled time.... The whole POINT of a schedule is that I know what time I'm getting off or whatever. Fuck that ( Read more... )

Mind. Numb. Have a job. It's a decent job and pays better than blockbuster. But my mind is currently completely numb. I've been at work since 1:45 and I get to go home at 11. Jeebus christ, man, really. And no real lunch break to speak of, with which to consume the cup of noodles I have with me ( Read more... )

Tired. Sleep is for the week. Oh, and I need a new job. Really, this is just an entry because I have to share my witty pithy cryptic post sans explanation.

Person 1: Dude. Hook it up. We'll play until we get kicked out.
Person 2: Dude. This isn't fucking K-Mart.

Thank you, that is all.