SWF Seeking Open-Minded, Caring World

August 10th: Last day at @#$%@&# Amazon.
August 13th: UPS pickup of my precious stuff (Not yet scheduled with UPS)
August 14th: Final cleaning of apartment
August 15th: One way trip to Baltimore.

Current Mood: giddy
Current Music: Dr. Horrible is Here

Just watched Enchanted. Fifteen minutes in I could have written out the rest of the script and missed maybe two plot points, but I still couldn't help grinning like the world's biggest idiot through pretty much the entire thing. And I cried at the end, which I don't think I've ever done for a happy ending. Causality's laws, I'm sappy anymore.

Current Mood: Squee

Leaving shortly for El Paso. Be back Saturday.

Dear dumbass shithead dickface twat...neck...fuck...shoulder... jerk,

I was supposed to be in at work at 6:30. I was going to do this despite being sick. I feel that it is not unreasonable to feel that if it was too cold and late for you to find a place outsite to smoke your fucking joint it was perhaps too cold and late for me to spend an hour outside in a bath robe hugging myself and shivering while my teeth chattered after being woken up by the most godawful shrieking ever to grace an apartment complex.

I wish to congratulate you on the upgrade of my condition to feverish and express my hope that you die a horrible death covered in puss filled boils for putting me in a position where I must choose between taking a day that I cannot afford off of work and risking my condition worsening further.

I hope that this letter is helpful and that should you feel that continuation of the exodi of the building's population is worth the continuation of your marijuana-powered exploits that you will not be shy about coming to me to be stabbed in the face repeatedly until your twitching stops.

Regards,
Your biggest fan.

Current Location: Bed
Current Mood: Miserable
Current Music: Ringing ears

http://www.fangoria.com/news_article.php?id=5950

... That is all.

Stolen from amberwind

1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on the page is the name of your band.

2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post it in your own journal.

Current Mood: bored

I am not a very organized person.

Now that the gasps of shock and disbelief have died down, I've a request. I realized the other day that my 'address book' consists of scraps of paper and .txt files scattered across my apartment and hard drive, and most of those are outdated anyway. I'm having a go at getting all of my friends' contact info into a single organizer, and thus humbly request current addresses, phone numbers, and email addresses from those of you who wish me to have them.

Thank you. Comments are, of course, screened.

My boss asked today if I wanted to stay on for another week or two, while I continued the job search. I worry about getting trapped by motivation - that I'll let the hunt slack off as the worry of running out of money goes away. But my two week notice will be redateable so that I can leave whenever and with as little notice as I choose. And I'll even get a shiny raise for the days I stay! I said yes.
Sigh.
I feel like such a... sellout, or something.

Current Mood: depressed

I just gave my two weeks' notice.

I have nothing lined up, no real prospects even, but I loathe this place more every day and I just don't care any more.

Current Location: Hell
Current Mood: stressed

A guy walks into a bar with a whale under his arm.
The bartender says, 'What'll it be?'
The guy says, 'I'll have the special.'
Bartender hands over the appropriate drink and the guy takes a swig. It is good.
'It is good,' he says, blatantly disregarding the awkward language flow created by his repetition of the narration. 'What is it?'
'It is a Heineken. I just put it in a different bottle.'
'Oh. I would like another.'
It is at this point that the guy recalls that he has a whale under his arm. 'Would you like a drink, whale?' he asks.
The whale replies 'Aoooouuuuooooh'
This is because whales cannot talk.

This is a true story.

New icon. It may or may not be kept. If it makes sense to you, you play far too many games.

Current Mood: bored

One of my favorite parts of this job is working with Amazon employees in the UK. The people are so incredibly friendly and competent, and the accents are just beautiful.

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I assure you it is for your own good - I am currently about three two phonecalls from postal and I am sure you prefer your carotids intact.

Love,

Ceili

Current Mood: annoyed

Late last night I was compelled from bed by a feeling. I shuffled my way to the bathroom, where the shape of the mirror stood out in the nigh-complete darkness. Drawn, I reached out, touched its surface... and smudged the glass. I went back to bed feeling like something inside was broken.

Current Mood: lonely

Taloon calls for reinforcements!
Traveling merchants appear out of nowhere!

Current Mood: bored

BRB. Zombies.

I think today was well spent, my spare moments having been spent reading certain arcane and easily accessible documents. Should I ever be spontaneously transported any distance back in time, I will be able to impress any local nobility with my alchemical prowess by using a few common minerals and cooking impliments to produce aqua regia.

Current Mood: bored

I've always hoped that if I open enough doors while throwing the horns, one day one of them will open into a dimension of pure Metal.

Current Mood: Metal

Earlier this week I was brought face to face with my inner child, fairly literally. She was about 7, and looked a lot like a girl I knew in elementary school named Allison. She was very scared, desperately lonely, and had been for a long time. I feel that making her a more natural part of my life is a significant step in fix parts of me that I don't remember being unbroken.