I have to listen to X Japan like crazy to even get this journal out of myself. My CD player is slowly dying, but the perpetual loop of rock is still playing as if I'm at the concert of a lifetime... God save my J-rock!
.//.Stepping Out.//.
Or staying in... whatever. Thanksgiving was so cut and dry that I could have written a play on the damn event before it even happened, right up to the time I get subjegated to do the dishes with the women. Ok, so maybe I couldn't say it was 'dry' persay. I did spend most of the time trying (very unsucessfully) to drink myself under the table to the point where I would pass out. Turns out that there wasn't enough liquor in the house (and not nearly enough whiskey in the mulled cider, which was so good, it tasted like apple pie!) and I also had to share. Then the next day I wake up with a cold. Why not a ******** hangover?! That would have gone away so much faster. Instead I sound like a croaking J-rocker and have to haul my cute little a** to work. Life plots against me.
.//.Shameless.//.
Continuing on about work... it would be my luck to go on break only to return as a sexy asian is checking out on MY line. Oh why does God torment me so?! I at least got a smile from him, but it didn't improve my mood at my rotten luck too much. I kept hoping he'd drop his bag or something and have everything inside it break so he'd have to stay around a bit more. Not such luck again. Deja vu ne? So I got to see a few later, but they weren't nearly as cute. And why the hell did nearly all of them have a girl hanging off his arm? I wanted to cry, or scream, or something. I pounted instead and had a couple of the girls at work all concerned. So... not... fair!
.//. >_< .//.
Keep singing Toshi, I need a fix.
C.ollect.i.n.g <sh.atTered> gl@ss, l!ke a puzzle, //driving// #me# {in}sanE.
Sevikel · Mon Nov 27, 2006 @ 04:51am · 0 Comments |