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[Jan. 28th, 2005|06:03 pm] |
You are dead from coke!
Standing up proudly to defend May/December romances
and non-native English speakers, you have
traveled the world, owned many businesses,
driven a porsche, owned a yacht, lived in a
mansion and generally been perfect.
Unfortunately, now you dead from coke.
Which article of Fandom Wank culture are you?
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| My cold is more intense then your cold! |
[Jan. 15th, 2005|05:53 pm] |
*blows dust off journal* Hello...nobody.
I neeeeed to LJ. Except here. And JF doesn't really work as a verb. So I'm LJing on JF, kay?
I had the dumbest ass today. It was a Medicaid welcome call for some minors, and she told me, "you're going to try and sell me something! I can hear it in your voice!"
It's Medicaid, my most Special friend. It doesn't cost you a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g, and the benefits are very good already. What would I be selling? "For only ten per cent more, we'll give you the real medicine!" (Heh, I made a math joke.)
She wasn't even the guardian of the minors, she was just watching them for a few weeks. Why the hell would she care if I'm trying to "upgrade" them (which I'm not) when she's not the one "paying"? I just wanted her to tell the parent to call in to member services and change their address & phone number when she retrieves the kids. I never got to deliver the message. The woman asked for our number and said she'd call me back personally (good luck with that), and kept insisting I would try to sell her something. She argued with at me for three minutes and then said she didn't have time and hung up.
I was almost shaking when I released that call.
Dizzamn, I'm tired. Kitty doesn't like it when I work a whole day and proceeds to yowl at the bedroom wall for an hour or so after I go to bed until I kick her out. Which I feel bad about. But when I'm going to bed as late as possible to still be functional, I don't have time to put up with her.
I'm blackjacking tonight, which I don't really feel up to doing, but I'll appreciate the extra cash next week, when rent leaves me penniless. The adrenaline always kicks in when I get there. I'll be okay.
I hope I do well in tips. I just used the last of my cash buying some KFC. Kitty gently let me know that she'd like some. By which I mean she had her nose in the bucket, on the plate, everywhere the chicken had ever been. I finally put some in her bowl and she almost tripped over herself trying to get at it. She was back to my cache less than a minute later.
Supposedly the nippiness will be moving along Monday. Can't come quickly enough. I honestly think my thumb is frostbitten. When I go out and come back in the first knuckle on my thumb is white while the rest of it is red.
I'm disappointed because I was talking to Mrmonkeybottoms last night and she was all "-40 wind chill!!". I only had the little Weatherbug thing telling me it was -16, I didn't know the windchill. But this morning it was -37, so I totally could have competed with her last night. If only I'd turned on the local weather channel.
It's so weird that everything else is so normal. To me, this is like a national emergency, everything should be closed. But football is still on TV, TWOP still loads...there's just a hole in my heart. If my entries are all gone when it returns, my soul shall die a little.
Also, I understand that she got married and all, but corngirl_jo's meta is waaaay overdue.
Damn, I'm just as boring over here. |
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| Hiya. |
[Aug. 13th, 2003|04:25 pm] |
First off, thanks to ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) thepirateking for the code.
I'm involved in the Buffyverse fandom (mmm, Spike), and I used to be a huge MBTV'er. I still go to TWoP once a day, but I no longer spend hours staring transfixed. More like five minutes, and then I move on. I try to not get involved in kerfuffles, but I enjoy sitting on the sidelines and watching them erupt.
I plan to basically use this as a place to keep up with the wank-related communities, all in one spot. I do have a LiveJournal, so I don't think I'll be doing any real All.About.Me. updates over here. But, hey. I said I'd never use my LiveJournal, and that was over a year and a half ago. Five hundred entries (and a lot of converted friends) later, I'm eating my words. Perhaps that will happen here, too.
Heh. The moods are more fun here. |
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