and gawd still hateth me
Aug. 12th, 2003 11:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rktso, apparently, THE ORGANIZATION still hasnt figured out i was promoted. this matters because apparently it determines which level of job counseling i am to receive when they kick my ass to the curb.
if the old position is what they go by, i get help figuring out what i want to do with the rest of my life and nudged towards that.
with the new position, they will seriously help me get that killer job i've always wanted.
have i ever mentioned i love their competency?
have i ever mentioned oh, so many things?
in other news, what's to say? the (un)packing is at another standstill. i'm sporadically doing random exploring. i wish it'd cool down so i can go bike riding. anything over, we'll say 70, is too hot.
i could have such potential here. and maybe i'll take advantage of it. maybe i won't. i could sit around and twiddle my spiderthumbs all day creating a rather large mess and not a single inch of blanket or shawl. or i could not.
what was i in a past life to render my decision-making abilities so damn retarded?
questions the world doesnt really bother to ask, and bothers even less to answer.
i've decided this is the beginning of the beginning of my quarter-life crises series.
[musical interlude]
why the FUCK didn't SomeBody tell me (this past) sunday was to be the last futurama????
i heart that show more than king of the hill and simpsons and (old school) jeopardy combined. i follow only one show and futurama is the one. so, whyyyyyyyyyyy did they have to go and pull it off? without trumpets and whistles and bells, no less?? i only happened to be home to watch it becaue of a stupid run-in with the cursed concoction that is everclear landed me sleeping later into the evening from my post-clothes washing nap than planned and therefore in front of the living room television set, rather than sitting around with a bunch of chickies pretending like i'm crafty. (i love craft night, dont get me wrong, usually i try to con someone into taping the show for me.)
this, of course, means i will no longer curse that which makes rubbing alcohol look like koolaid, for it was my salvation of sorts.
i must say though, for a "final episode", i found this one to be a tad bit lacking. and i didnt even KNOW it was " series finale" until After The Fact.
this makes me grumpish. among other things. whatfor will i have to live for now?
[ending the dramatics]
but for real? why can't jeezus love me just a little bit more?
if the old position is what they go by, i get help figuring out what i want to do with the rest of my life and nudged towards that.
with the new position, they will seriously help me get that killer job i've always wanted.
have i ever mentioned i love their competency?
have i ever mentioned oh, so many things?
in other news, what's to say? the (un)packing is at another standstill. i'm sporadically doing random exploring. i wish it'd cool down so i can go bike riding. anything over, we'll say 70, is too hot.
i could have such potential here. and maybe i'll take advantage of it. maybe i won't. i could sit around and twiddle my spiderthumbs all day creating a rather large mess and not a single inch of blanket or shawl. or i could not.
what was i in a past life to render my decision-making abilities so damn retarded?
questions the world doesnt really bother to ask, and bothers even less to answer.
i've decided this is the beginning of the beginning of my quarter-life crises series.
[musical interlude]
why the FUCK didn't SomeBody tell me (this past) sunday was to be the last futurama????
i heart that show more than king of the hill and simpsons and (old school) jeopardy combined. i follow only one show and futurama is the one. so, whyyyyyyyyyyy did they have to go and pull it off? without trumpets and whistles and bells, no less?? i only happened to be home to watch it becaue of a stupid run-in with the cursed concoction that is everclear landed me sleeping later into the evening from my post-clothes washing nap than planned and therefore in front of the living room television set, rather than sitting around with a bunch of chickies pretending like i'm crafty. (i love craft night, dont get me wrong, usually i try to con someone into taping the show for me.)
this, of course, means i will no longer curse that which makes rubbing alcohol look like koolaid, for it was my salvation of sorts.
i must say though, for a "final episode", i found this one to be a tad bit lacking. and i didnt even KNOW it was " series finale" until After The Fact.
this makes me grumpish. among other things. whatfor will i have to live for now?
[ending the dramatics]
but for real? why can't jeezus love me just a little bit more?
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Date: 2003-08-13 08:45 pm (UTC)the simpsons needs a new jolt of life though. i love 'em dearly, but i've seen the vast majority of episodes and lately they've been blurring together.
so not a good thing.