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Gun o' the Pants (![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} gun) wrote,@ 2008-02-01 23:02:00 |
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1. Every time I see Miley Cyrus as blonde Hannah Montana, she reminds me so much of Portia Di Rossi that I find myself superimposing a red singlet with the word "SLUT" on it, just to set my world at ease again. Because HELLO, Mandy and that shirt were made for each other, quite specifically.
2. Speaking of all things slutty and red, I have painted my nails a fierce red that somehow manages to put colour into my pallor - courtesy of it being a blue-red, I guess. I'm a fan.
3. The cons of my weekend job are that my other co-workers (all male) are slightly sexist. The pros are that I'm at least three inches and ten pounds bigger* than all of them (not to mention louder and meaner), it's set inside a gourmet fresh produce place that serves fresh 100% organic raspberry juice (om nom nom x10000000) in addition to all the fresh fruit I can possibly gorge myself on, and - my restaurant being a gourmet french patisserie - I am expected to try everything in the cabinets so I can describe it to diners, including the ability to take home. OMG. Loving it. And when I've finished my training, I can go work at their sister restaurant, which is two streets away from home. YES.
4. New medication is making me fall asleep at the oddest of times - I'll just snap asleep in the blink of an eye while looking for my keys, or turning off the ignition to my car. Not even settling into sleep - I just drop into it. I should get that looked into, that can't be good.
Et vous? Someone said there was race wank (that I wasn't picking, of all things), but there's always race wank somewhere out there.
*and I'm not even that big, objectively. Does hospitality attract the short gents?
2. Speaking of all things slutty and red, I have painted my nails a fierce red that somehow manages to put colour into my pallor - courtesy of it being a blue-red, I guess. I'm a fan.
3. The cons of my weekend job are that my other co-workers (all male) are slightly sexist. The pros are that I'm at least three inches and ten pounds bigger* than all of them (not to mention louder and meaner), it's set inside a gourmet fresh produce place that serves fresh 100% organic raspberry juice (om nom nom x10000000) in addition to all the fresh fruit I can possibly gorge myself on, and - my restaurant being a gourmet french patisserie - I am expected to try everything in the cabinets so I can describe it to diners, including the ability to take home. OMG. Loving it. And when I've finished my training, I can go work at their sister restaurant, which is two streets away from home. YES.
4. New medication is making me fall asleep at the oddest of times - I'll just snap asleep in the blink of an eye while looking for my keys, or turning off the ignition to my car. Not even settling into sleep - I just drop into it. I should get that looked into, that can't be good.
Et vous? Someone said there was race wank (that I wasn't picking, of all things), but there's always race wank somewhere out there.
*and I'm not even that big, objectively. Does hospitality attract the short gents?
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