I've become worse at telling stories and anecdotes and the like. I seem to be constantly relaying dull and/or unfunny things to people... and not only that, I drag them out and waste everyone's time!

I've been amusing myself with a couple ridiculous preteenish slight male celebrity obsessions of late. Ask me about those. Clues in tonight's subject ( Read more... )

Tonight every single light in the house was turned off. I was back in that envelope darkness, the kind that's just so, so black. I walked past rooms where tiny blinking lights - green, blue, red, orange - made pathetic attempts at room illumination. Red digits on the table showcase the time or total amount of people awaiting your call.

Tonight in my empty house, I drank strawberry wine and attempted to hook up not one but three pairs of speakers to my laptop. I was thoroughly unsuccessful. Now I'm reading pajiba reviews, listening to Fevers and Mirrors and clipping my fingernails. Just thought you should know.

So now I'm kinda employed with a temp agency. I get to do office work (or light labour) for whatever companies want me.

It'll do!

JOB???

The problem with all these superstitious types claiming today is 6/6/6, is that it is only 6/6/6 in the American date format. Everywhere outside the U.S.A., they swap the date and month around. In all other parts of the world, today is actually 6/6/6. - R. Stevens

Gotta love a driving instructor who can reference both The Friendly Giant and Seinfeld in one sitting.

"Look up! Look waaay up!"
Me: "Good show!"
"Yeah, I never watched it. I always thought he was gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that."

Things have taken a turn for the purple. We'll see how long this lasts.

There's a sizeable spider (Liza) scurrying up and down my walls and ceiling. She's really goddamn fast, I wish she'd decide where she wants to go.

It's thunderstorming and life is therefore fantastic.

Islands were stellar last night. Bands with not-so-common instruments (oboe, bass clarinet, reese's pieces...) make me happy. Bought the CD of the opener (The Dymaxions) who were entertaining and seemed to have mastered the art of concert banter. Lovelovelove.