Saturday, January 22nd, 2005
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11:55 pm
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Heh. "Technically" I'm not "using" this "journal" "anymore" but I thought I'd reach out to those who didn't make the switch and annoy the dickens out of those who did:
I'll write you a ficlet if you'll go to adult swim and bellow at them to greenlight another season of Venture Brothers. Even if you hate it or don't watch. I don't care. It's a good cause, 'cos if Venture Brothers gets canned and Tom Goes to the Mayor lives to drag its nasty hinge ass across my screen again, I'll be a speck disappointed and folk gon' get theyselfs kilt.
If you do it, leave your pairing and specs in a comment and know that you have helped make the world a little bit funnier.
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Tuesday, December 7th, 2004
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5:51 pm
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GOD ERIC WTF GET YOUR OWN JOB SERIOUSLY
current mood: incredulous
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Sunday, December 5th, 2004
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4:33 pm
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Dear God,
Man why you gotta be such a dick all the time.
Alex, age 20 1/12
PS: thank you for the rain but I did not mean that I needed it all at once.
Dear Santa,
Please kill God.
Alex, age 20 1/12
PS: OR DON'T YOU HAVE THE BALLS.
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Thursday, December 2nd, 2004
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11:07 am - always with the freaking computer lab
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I am writing a paper that was due one week ago today and yet I still ask you to distract me from saving my grade. Commence.
God I have so much stupid shit to do today what the hell.
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Wednesday, December 1st, 2004
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11:00 pm - hey everybody let's get hats
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Probably doesn't mean much to most of you but for November in a seaside town in Southern California, that's a medium-sized deal. Fingers crossed for more! I am not overly fond of our eighty-five-degree Christmases.
On my way home tonight I heard hella splashing from the pool enclosure, and thought what in the fucking shit it is like negative infinity out here what kind of masochist is swimming. As I approached, I saw two people, middle-aged, standing in the Jacuzzi, which is about ten feet away from the pool. They were splashing frantically, not at each other but over the lip of the jacuzzi, totally scooping up water with their arms and sloshing it over the side. They kind of stopped and stood there sheepishly as ai rubbernecked on by, and it wasn't until I had turned ahead again that I realized they were trying to heat up the swimming pool with jacuzzi water. The water wasn't even making it near the pool, because there's a wide concrete walkway and a recessed floor-drain between the two bodies of water.
Seeing Sondre Lerche tomorrow with Lisa and Brandon, who I guess is some kind of psychotic skull-rapist or whatevs. He has a car so I'm down.
First payday also tomorrow. Boy howdy 'cos I am broker than Bob Dole's dick. I do not have enough money to visit an ATM. Never mind the fact that you cannot withdraw a denomination less than twenty; the fee alone would actually drive me into debt. Yesterday, my bank called and offered me credit with a $10,000 limit. I laughed pretty hard.
My refrigerator is all FightClubian and filled with seven kinds of mustard, five kinds of jam, thre kinds of barbecue sauce, two identical bottles of ketchup, some kind of weird British pot-cheese, an expired jar of mayonnaise, and no food to put any of it on. I am the kind of person who uses words like "FightClubian" and I've learned to be okay with that. Hot damn I love chili peppers; perhaps I will dip them in one of our seven delicious varieties of mustard, or our special house cheese-jam.
current mood: underslept
current music: adult swim
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7:31 pm - computer labbin' it the fuck UP
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Ms. Stallone, please contact me via e-mail at your earliest convenience, as we have many things to discuss.
Like probably dicks and Ren and Stimpy and things we like to eat inside sandwiches.
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Tuesday, November 30th, 2004
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10:41 pm - we're not stoned
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Saturday, November 27th, 2004
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3:18 pm - decisions and indecisions that a minute will reverse
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THINGS:
Thing: I spent Thanksgiving alone and full of drugs and sorrow. Mostly drugs. And really the sorrow only came when I ran out of drugs. But yeah, the family absconded to family-land and I stayed home because I have to work all weekend. So I had Stoned Naked Pizza Pretend-o Thanksgiving and lo, it was good.
Thing: But today I am having FOR REALS Pretend-o Thanksgiving with Lisa, who is bringing everything except bread, which I am bringing. But it's really good bread. Focaccia. And like. I think pumpernickel.
AND CORNBREAD!
Lisa got a Tofurkey and we will have deviant soy experiments. And a tiny pie!
Thing: Hey Lisa when you decide to stop being a BITCH* please give me a call.
* bitch, n., one who does not answer her phone when I call from Trader Joes in a panic over what kind of bread to get.
Thing: I like my new job. It's at a lunch-countery place with like, sandwiches and coffee and baked goods. Rainy day food. It kicks my last job's ass in every conceivable way, except I guess in categories such as "tragic irony" and "justification for homicide." It contains luxuries such as food I can eat without gagging and do not feel guilty serving to customers, clean and well-lighted restrooms, diligent observation of health and safety guidelines, twee chipper oldies on the radio, and bosses who are not actual spawn of some rancid management-birthing killbeast. The food is actually really good and I actually get to make it, which beats fetching and carrying with a fat stick, and my bosses are not only human beings but interesting and genial ones. The entirety of my current co-staff, in fact, make me realize afresh just how cold and dead inside were all of my old co-workers, with the exception of my brother, who is busily and cheerfully giving my ex-bosses a handful of ulcers apiece.
Thing: I am enjoying walking around in various states of undress and belting out songs about everything I'm doing as I'm doing it so much that I don't think I will stop when the rest of the household gets back. Which isn't for another day!
Thing: It's a-rainin'.
current mood: rainy
current music: sondre lerche - dead passengers
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Wednesday, November 24th, 2004
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3:44 pm
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Friday, November 19th, 2004
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12:14 pm - thanks carly!
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Wednesday, November 17th, 2004
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4:47 pm - what the hell just happened.
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Went and put in applications at a big shopping plaza down the street just now. By the time I got home I had two interviews and one actual offer. HELL YES. WTF was it not this easy before.
Also I hate high heels so, so much.
But anyway THIS MEANS NYC IS GO. FUCK YES.
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Tuesday, November 16th, 2004
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12:53 pm
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I met with an advisor today.
Guess who's qualified for credentialed (though junior) teaching positions after this semester?
This is the beginning of everything! I went straight from school to the Redondo Beach USD Headquarters and put in my resume.
I can hardly even believe it.
current mood:  ecstatic
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Monday, November 15th, 2004
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10:48 pm
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YOU WILL JOIN ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) papaya'S BEAUTIFUL BUTT-NAKED BABY ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) mcskivversons.
AND YOU WILL DANCE AROUND IN YOUR FUCKING UNDERWEAR.
OR I WILL GO TO YOUR HOUSE AND MAKE YOU.</size>
current mood: underwear evangelist
current music: Beck - Sexx Laws
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7:55 pm - i enjoy the -st suffix.
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Who amongst you dare entertain me whilst I computer lab it up at school.
I SAY WHO AMONGST YOU DARE.
current mood:  tired
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Saturday, November 13th, 2004
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9:55 pm
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Lisa is okay and she met crazy-Santa!
Who wants a mix? Wyclef Jean has inspired me to make a new mix. Comment if I already have your address, e-mail me if I don't. Everybody's welcome!
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8:54 pm - exposition park is melting
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Hay Miss Lisa,
If you're reading this and you haven't called me yet, please do and let me know you escaped the ninth circle of hell with your virtue and a major fraction of your limbs.
Kisses n cornbread,
Alicks
current mood:  worried
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2:01 pm
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I am afraid that my former boss's son is going to open several cans of beat-you-up upon my innocent girl-face until it is discolored and vaguely chowdery. Like, you know. Red and runny with big chunks of clam or whatever in it. Except face instead of clam. My face.
Seriously I am slightly afraid for my safety. Or at least for my safety from shattering into sputtering pathetic tears of contrition once he starts yelling really hard at my head. Also I think I may have tuberculosis. Together these factors create a rare meteorological condition I like to call "Big fucking :(."
Okay when I punctuate that correctly it looks like my :( has one of those nasty corner-of-the-mouth zits that always claw their way out of your face like, right before a job interview or a confrontation with your former boss. Shit now I have to go look in the mirror and make sure I don't have one.
current mood:  annoyed
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Friday, November 12th, 2004
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3:46 pm - I'M RIIICH, BIATCH
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Wish me luck.
current mood: nervous
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Thursday, November 11th, 2004
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3:36 pm
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Now I'm seeing fucking malignant freak-spiders everywhere I go. I'm eating cereal and I'm like "CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCHY SPIDER-LEGS MMMM." Thanks, Lisa. You're lucky I already hated the color orange.
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Wednesday, November 10th, 2004
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2:41 pm
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Today I made macaroni pictures with an autistic girl named Heidi and taught the alphabet to a boy with Down Syndrome named Isaiah.
And I got invited to come back and to it again next week!
current mood: thrilled beyond words
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