Gaslighting Abbie... it's a luscious invention for three.

Sweet.

Yesterday I learned that you can only eat so many bowls of peas before you... really start to dislike peas.
I couldn't stop myself; I just had to finish them off.

Weeeeellll, I had a job interview today with a cafe that's going to open in the new EcoMotion building on 16th and Sandy.
Oh wait, that's like right down the street.
Oh wait, it's starts out at $9/hr plus tips.

Oh wa--sometimes I feel like Kathy Griffin when I talk and/or type.
Nobody likes to feel like Kathy Griffin, not even Kathy Griffin.

Anyway, it went about as perfect as a job interview could go. I wouldn't have to wear a polyester uniform. It's right down the street from the infamous apartment and I will definitely have enough money to eat real food without fearing that I'm going to overdraft the debit card.

Though, what will the blog become when it's no longer a place to harbor my angsty complaints about customers and how officially mentally handicapped they are when it comes to making important decisions such as:
Small popcorn or medium popcorn.
Diet coke or sprite.
Cappuccino or latte. Wait, what's a cappuccino, is that one of those ice-y things with the whipped cream on top? Yeah, I'll definitely have one of those. Oh, it's not one of those? It's what? Real coffee? Ew, I don't want that.

Anyway, I fear talking about the job is going to piss off the universe and I'm not going to get it so let's all just SHUT UP about it already.
God, stop asking me; I'll know by Thursday.


Yes, chew on that one for a while.
Good thing I'm not in school so I don't qualify as an honor student--BWAH HAHA--shhh.

It's more or less 4am so really, this behavior should be expected.

I'm going to bed.

"I've done it with a girl, intercourse-wise."

Turn to the blog when cleaning needs to be done.

The recent return to Myspace has ignited a somewhat strong desire to fill out a generic and lame survey... or two... twelve.
I remember the Livejournal days when all I did was sit on the computer, listening to Radiohead and the Trainspotting soundtrack and filling out a 110-question survey after survey after survey.
Did I mention it was always raining?
Ah hahaha, high school's great.

I've just returned from Fred Meyer and I am proud to say that I now own a real shower curtain and more than four pieces of silverware.
Life is progressing along nicely.

My ridiculous neighbors are sawing something right outside my window.
Hopefully they've realized it's too early in the afternoon to start Happy Hour(s)...

I'm wondering, do you think they have AlphaBits in foreign countries? KanjiBits and whatnot...
This question has been bothering me for most of the morning.


TFD Random Picture Generator

According to Wikipedia and Google: nay, there is no such thing as Foreign Frosted AlphaBits.
I bet I'd make millions...

Push it to the East coast.

We do love the beach.
I wish I could make that show longer; show off some of my excellent marina and/or beach scenery shots.
Ah haha...

Those who are too smart to engage in politics are punished by being governed by those who are dumber.

Go here.

and

Read this.

Hey, yeah! And while you're at it, why don't you just come sit in my living room and watch television with me while I eat my Cheerios, you jackasses.

And now this!



or



You decide!
(I did make that myself, thank you very much. Are you going to start a file of me at the Pentagon? Make sure you include my angry rant about giving customers change; that will prove to be very useful in court, I'm sure.)

Nothing like a little 5 am political injustice to start out the day.