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It's been a motherfucking day.
Dec. 6th, 2002 09:15 pmMeaning that I've said "motherfucking" "motherfucker" or "motherfuck" about forty or fifty times in a seven hour period. I said "fucking motherfuck" when I grabbed a hot-out-of-the-over tray without gloves. But that really hurt. Everything that could have gone wrong did this morning. Up to and including someone messing with the temperature on the oven and forgetting to turn it back up so everything was light and underdone. The owner's wife did it, cooking chickens yesterday or something. So I can't really say anything to her. But I DID leave a really obnoxious sign on the oven door. It says:
"IF YOU USE THE OVEN, PLEASE PUT THE TEMPERATURE BACK ON 400 WHEN YOU'RE DONE WITH IT. OTHERWISE THE BREAD GETS ALL MESSED UP. THANK YOU."
And then when we went through the KFC drive through those happygoluckysonsofbitches forgot my potato wedges. AGAIN. Every fucking KFC I've been to in the past year always forgets my damn potato wedges. If I wasn't so stubborn I'd just call it fate and give it all up as a bad job.
In other news:
~ I bought Tess the Elijah Wood YM. I almost got the Orlando Bloom one. Then I didn't.
~ I have PANTS. Suede. Brown. PANTS.
~ Tiara update: Way behind and not finished. Go me.
All I want to do is go horseback riding. But it's too damn cold out. I hate being cold. It's always cold up in the garret. I feel like the Little Match Girl, sans angst.
I love waifs. I've always had this fascination with them, even when I was little. I love the Little Match Girl, and the Good King Wenceslas song, Dickens, and A Little Princess. When we moved to California, and our furniture hadn't arrived yet, all I did was sit around and draw pictures of waifs under streetlights in the snow holding empty buckets. Then the furniture got there and I didn't draw them anymore.
Liv Tyler's makeup in LOTR is fucking EXPENSIVE. I checked. $30 for superlight powder. Hell no. Thank you, god, for Wal Mart. Although I got the lipstick and it rocks.
Tom. You. Will. Never. Foil. My. Plans.
BWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!
"IF YOU USE THE OVEN, PLEASE PUT THE TEMPERATURE BACK ON 400 WHEN YOU'RE DONE WITH IT. OTHERWISE THE BREAD GETS ALL MESSED UP. THANK YOU."
And then when we went through the KFC drive through those happygoluckysonsofbitches forgot my potato wedges. AGAIN. Every fucking KFC I've been to in the past year always forgets my damn potato wedges. If I wasn't so stubborn I'd just call it fate and give it all up as a bad job.
In other news:
~ I bought Tess the Elijah Wood YM. I almost got the Orlando Bloom one. Then I didn't.
~ I have PANTS. Suede. Brown. PANTS.
~ Tiara update: Way behind and not finished. Go me.
All I want to do is go horseback riding. But it's too damn cold out. I hate being cold. It's always cold up in the garret. I feel like the Little Match Girl, sans angst.
I love waifs. I've always had this fascination with them, even when I was little. I love the Little Match Girl, and the Good King Wenceslas song, Dickens, and A Little Princess. When we moved to California, and our furniture hadn't arrived yet, all I did was sit around and draw pictures of waifs under streetlights in the snow holding empty buckets. Then the furniture got there and I didn't draw them anymore.
Liv Tyler's makeup in LOTR is fucking EXPENSIVE. I checked. $30 for superlight powder. Hell no. Thank you, god, for Wal Mart. Although I got the lipstick and it rocks.
Tom. You. Will. Never. Foil. My. Plans.
BWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!
