Tuesday, August 9, 2005

   Vampires suck....no, really, they do!
:D Okay, so I'm lame and dorky. Who cares? I'm hot, I can get away with it. :D

So anyways, being that I am so lame and dorky, I just randomly googled "Vampire: the Masquerade" hoping to get some really cool vampire pics that I could plaster on this thing.
After wading through pages of crap all pertaining to the VtM computer game (which I am a proud dorky owner of) I came up with a bunch of poorly dressed posers playing around at being Lestat/Jean-Claudde/Dracula/whatever.
Are vampires really such a joke now? I mean, gimme a break. If one of those jacked up geeks caught me in an alley and told me he wanted my blood, I'd tell him to kiss my ass before I took his lunch money. What happened to vampires being seductive and damned? Forget Anne Rice's portrait of the tortured being, and screw Hamilton's hypersexual fang-banger--where's Stoker's fallen count and Byron's jilted lover?
Those are the vampires I prefer: the cold-hearted, unforgiving beast; understanding of his nature and unapologetic. That's cool. What I really can't stand are the Louis-clones. You know what I mean: "Oh no, I'm a vampire! I'm doomed/damned, oh no! Let me cling desperately to my humanity and turn into a big whiny bitch."
I hate Louis. I hate him with a burning passion. I'm starting to hate Jean-Claude too--Hamilton's pussying him up something awful, and the desperate primal grind-fest that the series has dwindled down to is really depressing.
Bring back cool vampires, you Hollywood bastards! Dracula was hot because he was powerful--not some boyband reject from France or whatever.

Don't ask where this came from...I wouldn't be able to tell you...- -"
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Saturday, July 30, 2005

   I need a hug...
Rejoice as I return and redecorate! Who loves the homage to good Chinese films? :D I know I do! I wanted to dedicate my page to Steve Valentine (that dorky British hunk from Crossing Jordan) but it's a bitch trying to find decent pictures of him! Damn paysites...ah well, someone's gotta make a buck.

There we go...

So anyways, why I need a hug: I've been fired! My stupid bitchy stupid lazy stupid boss (did I mention she's effing STUPID?!) cut me off with two weeks left of my thirty-day notice. Can you believe that! She catches up to my car as I'm doing my route, and starts talking to me like I'm an idiot! Maybe I am--see, I speak the English dialect that decodes "Don't come in on Friday" as "Don't come in on Friday". Apparently "Don't come in on Friday" means "Your ass is canned, get lost."
This is after I've given her my time and manners and been really patient with her even as she screws me out of money on a weekly basis. This is how she thanks me for being the most loyal carrier she could have. I never talked shit about her behind her back, I never spread rumors, I never told her what I heard in the parking lot: NONE OF THAT. So my candor and good grace earns me diddly. I'm fuming; not even prettying up my page helped that. I hate that bitch with a burning passion; I can't wait for the big boss to finally grow a set and fire her lazy stupid ass. I'm serious. The bitch never wants to do the paperwork entitled for her job and she's always and I mean always trying to get someone else to do her job.
Like a couple of days ago, she wants ME to go and train the new carrier. Sorry--no. I work in a deserted area in the middle of the night in an area where cell phone reception is at best, sketchy. Like hell I'm taking some perfect stranger along--I may be paranoid but I ain't stupid.
Well then she starts pushing it, saying "well, then I'll have to train her" (like that's not her effing job already) and going on and on. Finally, I get sick of it and tell her "Look, I've got Social Anxiety Disorder; I don't handle strangers really well, especially in small spaces where I can't break loose".
The bitch starts to laugh until I go "No, seriously."
So what does she do? Tells me not to come in Friday--FRIDAY, not any other day, just Friday. She just takes it.
Well fine then--I went shopping up in St. Pete with my mum--a MUCH better way to spend MY time.
I come in tonight--fuming my ass off still--get my papers, roll and bag'em, and set off. Then she catches up to me and starts talking to me like I'm an idiot. I dunno, maybe I am; I assumed when the contract said "if ya quit, put in a thirty-day notice and you work right up until Day 30" that's what it meant. I must also be stupid for thinking "Don't come in Friday" means "Don't come in Friday".
Then I call Donny--he's got another route in the same area as me, and he's such a sweetie--and tell him what's for what, so he starts making his goodbyes right there! I wanted to cry, but I was too damn mad. I'm still too damn mad.
Worst thing of all is that it was the big boss's idea from the get-go. She's not only screwing me, she's getting help on new ways to screw me.
Bastards, the both of them! I hope their house of cards comes tumbling down the second I've got my bond in my hand and peel out of the parking lot. Seriously.
Plus he (the BIG BOSS) called my car a bucket. NO ONE calls my baby anything other than 'beautiful'. Asshole!

I need a hug....:I
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Monday, July 4, 2005

You are Form 3, Unicorn: The Innocent.

"And The Unicorn knew she wasn't meant to
go into the Dark Wood. Disregarding the advice
given to her by the spirits, Unicorn went
inside and bled silver blood.. For her
misdeed, the world knew evil."

Some examples of the Unicorn Form are Eve
(Christian) and Pandora (Greek).
The Unicorn is associated with the concept of
innocence, the number 3, and the element of
water.
Her sign is the twilight sun.

As a member of Form 3, you are a curious
individual. You are drawn to new things and
become fascinated with ideas you've never come
in contact with before. Some people may say
you are too nosey, but it's only because you
like getting to the bottom of things and
solving them. Unicorns are the best friends to
have because they are inquisitive.


Which Mythological Form Are You?
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I AM A UNICORN DAMMIT! I feel pretty...:P


Why do you cry?
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Isn't that depressing? True, but depressing! I figure I'll just take my corner of the world and do my damndest to make it a better place. Ya know?
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Sunday, July 3, 2005

   Konbanwa minna-san!
I know, I suck because I never update. It's just that my work schedule is so crazy that I'm usually too tired to be on. We all lucked out tonight. :D

So I went to a sushi-house with my friends who are now to be referred to as Sexi Lexi and Riotous Rowena. :D We were being stupid and came up with great stripper names--FYI, I'm Delightful Delilah.
Anyways, I got to practice some of my nihongo and Rowena knows a bit; the poor little waitress was all surprised. I can hear her thinking "Holy hell, white-lookin people who talk to me!" followed by "Wait...THEY'RE SPEAKING JAPANESE! OH MY GOD!" :D

So anyways Rowena and I did really well; I only messed up omoshiroi (interesting) and oishii (tasty). But I've been doing that since I first started taking Japanese. I think I probably overused the polite form; meh. Better safe than sorry, and better her waiting the table than me. (Have I mentioned before that I HATE the food service industry?)

The food was great! The eel was fresh. FRESH, do you understand?! It was great! I tried ika (squid). It reminded me too much of boiled radish, so that was a no-go. This time around, it was much cheaper; we ordered an appetizer, one order of eel, one of squid, and one of some tofu roll that Sexi Lexi loves, and I got a chicken dinner--the three of us managed all that for under $40 bucks! The last time I went out like that, I paid at least $50. It's crazy! :o

Anyways, we hung out at Rowena's forever after that--taking stupid pictures and playing with photoshop. It was alot of fun, and I was sad/happy to go to work--sad because I had to work, happy becuase I had to pee like a banshee. (I know, I know, TMI) Rowena's septic tank is backed up, so there's no flushing to be had. I can't deal with that. - -" Hope they get it fixed soon; her family's in need of working toilets.

Lots of love to Abram for making me feel all fuzzy as I brightened up his work day. Lots of love to Constance and SKF because...well, they amuse me so. Lots and LOTS of love to Ed even though he's usually a sucky loser and never on. And all of my affection to the rest of the people at MyO, because eventually you all find your way to ff.net and eventually you stumble across the Beautiful Bounty and her fabulous work.

Beautiful Bounty is me, in case subtlety is lost on you. :D
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Thursday, June 2, 2005

   Never tell old people that pop music is a brainwashing tool
They tend to get really cranky. Just a lil bit of advice for everyone, because that WILL come up in the pop quiz that is life. ^^

Nothin really going on; just checking in here in case my daywalking friends are tempted to use this as a method to make sure I still live and bitch. :D
Working on the application process to get into FGCU. I hate college applications; they make me feel SO stupid because I pretty much have no idea how to fill them out...it's uber frustrating...- -"
I feel stupid admitting that...mah, I went to college and got dumb; that is NOT how that was supposed to work. I'm serious; I'm watching Wheel-o-torture and I'm solving the puzzles and not understanding the effing clues. I mean, what the hell is 'before and after' with a solution of 'flannel-sheet-music'. WTF mate?
We're not going into how Jeopardy makes me feel; but at least somebody beat Ken Jennings. He's a dick; I was watching that tournie and he's just a cocky lil shit-midget, ain't he? :P on him. I was rooting for the big gay guy; but as usual the big gay guy doesn't get a break. Mah well...
That's all for now; it's nearly 5 (in the am!) and I'm in the mood for a lil Vampire: the Masquerade...yes I'm a dork and I bought the computer game. I love it though; I'm such a dirty Toreador whore! What makes it better is that I have absolutely no idea wtf I'm doing. :D
Although that's another thing you never want to admit aloud in certain company: in that case, the company of the die-hard goth poser crowd. They get snippy when you get bubbly--go fig! :D
All my love to my daywalking peeps, and sugary affection to the Vampire Ed, though I do wish he'd get his ass online. I miss our odd rambly conversations! ^^
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