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12/06/2002 entry: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

I don't wanna eat this carrot cake I paid 70 cents for in Goldspohn. But I have to. Because.. otherwise I won't.

Holy shit, have you heard this song by The Dismemberment Plan called "Manipulate Me"?
Damn, you are missing out. Oh my freaking god.

MANIPULATE ME OH YEAH COME ON!!

He really fucking screams in it. It's fantastic. Not the whole song long, mind you, but in key areas that really make it sound wonderful.

I also am obsessed with this song by Elliot Smith called "Waltz #2". It's sooo good. So good.

BLECH! Oh god, I couldn't finish it. That was disgusting.

I don't know why, but I have irrepressible desire to eat carrot cake. Not just today, I mean at any point in time. I see carrot cake, I'm like "Oh hey carrot cake, I want some". I don't particularly LIKE it. I think I just want to. It's gross, and has nuts in it. I don't eat things with nuts in them. But I have this strange compulsion to eat carrot cake. Ew.

So okay, tomorrow I only work for an hour and a half. YES! Cause we close early. Hanni (the ASC / Gal in charge) won't be there. That's too bad. I wonder who's going to be in charge then? Hm. Not me. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing half the time.

It'll be a nice break from the 4 and half hour shifts I've been pulling. Sorry Aaron, I know you work 8 hours a day there, but you DID apply for the full time position. I applied for the part time. We each get to whine a little bit.

But Saturday, it'll be a 6 hour day. 6 hours at that goddamn desk. What am I going to do? I have no idea. Read. Play solitaire. Do a couple more pillows. Maybe write, if the urge strikes me.

AHAHAH. I love Get Fuzzy. Everyone should read that comic strip. It's just priceless. Let me give you a script of today's script. There's no need to explain the story in depth, basically the cat (Bucky) is enacting some sort of Lord of the Rings situation with another cat, substituting Bucky's collar for the ring. The other cat is getting rid of it for him, and Rob (the owner) caught them. Hilarity ensues.

Bucky: I dont' see what's so funny about the idea of me in the Lord of the Rings. I am quite mighty.

Rob: Lord of the Rings?! HA HA! Dude, you're not Lord of the FRIDGE!

Satchel (Dog): I could have been someone's, um, dog in that movie!

Bucky: See, I envision myself playing Strider, the king.

Rob: That's funny. I envision the actor who plays Strider punting you off the set.

Satchel: That should TOTALLY be in the movie!

That may not seem as funny to you as it does to me, but Satchel has the BEST lines. I'd have to get my books out to quote you some of the best, as my memory doesn't do them justice.

Aw shit, this wine cooler is kicking in. I may have said this before, but when I drink, I don't get drunk so much as I get tired. Very tired. Sleepy even.

I totally gotta go to bed.

Tomorrow, Kevin's going to St. Louis for the weekend. I won't see him til Tuesday. Sigh. But that's cool that he's getting to go somewhere, I'm sure he'll have fun. He's going to stalk John Goodman. Hehe. Damn, I love spending time with him. I always have fun. Not John Goodman... though I'm sure he's fun, but I was talking about Kevin. Anyhow.

Uh, yeah. Sleep. I have things to do tomorrow morning. Like showering. Seriously. And banking. Now that I know where a Regency is near my house. Even though it's in Merrionette Park, but that's fine.
Less than 10 minutes away. Cool with me.

AUGGGGH SLEEEEEEP.