Good thing I didn't ride in today. I was supposed to work at 9, but the mall doesn't even open 'til fucking 10 today. That means I would have been outside dying of hypothermia for 2 1/2 hours. But yeah. Still snowed in. I was calling the fucking store from 8:30 to around 9:20 and got nothing, so I called Joseph and was all like, "What the dick is going on?!?!"
Heh. Have to start calling in again in a few. I'll die of shock if anyone is even there to open, 'cause from the sound of it even people in Everett are snowed in. That's nuts.
Today is officially going to become "I'm-snowed-in-so-I-have-nothing-better-to-do-than-pamper-myself" day. Bubble bath, re-dye my pink chunk, eyebrows, nails, everything. Wewt.
Off to make Perry Ellis' phone ring off the hook again. Yay.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
GAH!
I was having the fanciest day ever earlier. I popped in FotC, curled up in my blanket with the biggest bowl of clam chowder ever, and not even halfway into the second episode, the power goes out. And stayed out for I think about two hours 'cause I was able to finish my book with the help of mom's LED booklight. Heh. Damnit. I wanted that book to last forever. Then I passed out for a few and woke up to mom and Terry coming in the door and POWER. Heh.
The snow is still horrid. Surprise! Looks like tomorrow I'm gonna have to ride into work with mom and Terry 'cause they got chains for the car. My car would never survive this shit.
I'm hoping for a random heatwave. Heh. I can't stand not driving myself places. Makes me feel out of control.
Blehhhh I dun wanna work tomorrow.
The snow is still horrid. Surprise! Looks like tomorrow I'm gonna have to ride into work with mom and Terry 'cause they got chains for the car. My car would never survive this shit.
I'm hoping for a random heatwave. Heh. I can't stand not driving myself places. Makes me feel out of control.
Blehhhh I dun wanna work tomorrow.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
And weirdness...
Also. I had this really funky drug-induced dream that Karina, Doom, John, a couple other people and I took a road trip in my car to California. We kept dining and dashing the whole way there and I kept running into everyone I knew from elementary school and beyond. It was crazy. Like, I ran into people I haven't even thought about in years.
Vicodin's a helluva drug.
Vicodin's a helluva drug.
FUCK SNOW!
Nothing happened last night. My mouth started to hurt while I was dropping Kyle and Brandon off, so I headed back home, but then Kyle called right as I was about to lose service and said he left his cigarettes in my car. UGH. So I had to turn back around and bring him his smokes. By then I realized it would be way too late to call any dentist's offices, so I just went home, popped a vic and passed out to FotC. Heh.
I wake up and WHAT?!?! There's like, a fucking foot of snow outside. I might be able to brave it, but I think I'm too lazy at this point.
But hey, at least if this keeps up I'll save some money. I'll wind up losing some off my next paycheck, but meh.
I HATE YOU, SNOW! HATEYOUHATEYOU!!!
I've come to the conclusion that the only people who like snow don't drive. Or they live in close proximity to civilization. Sure, I used to like snow. That was when it meant I could miss school. Heh. And I've magically acquired this severe aversion to the cold.
So today is effed. I guess I'll just take a shower and curl up in my blanket on the couch and watch Family Guy all day. Wewt.
I wake up and WHAT?!?! There's like, a fucking foot of snow outside. I might be able to brave it, but I think I'm too lazy at this point.
But hey, at least if this keeps up I'll save some money. I'll wind up losing some off my next paycheck, but meh.
I HATE YOU, SNOW! HATEYOUHATEYOU!!!
I've come to the conclusion that the only people who like snow don't drive. Or they live in close proximity to civilization. Sure, I used to like snow. That was when it meant I could miss school. Heh. And I've magically acquired this severe aversion to the cold.
So today is effed. I guess I'll just take a shower and curl up in my blanket on the couch and watch Family Guy all day. Wewt.
Kill me.
So mom and I figured out why my nose feels broken. One of my front teeth has abcessed and it's right behind my nose, attempting to push it away from my head. AWESOME.
I think after I get done with the carting peoples around tonight I'm gonna have to go over to Gramma and Grampa's and really get this dentist shit figured out. I feel extremely feverish every fucking day now. Especially at work. And I know I'm not sick. I blew my nose this morning (and what a feat that was...), and the snot was full of blood.
Am I fucking Superwoman or something? I think if people with less of a pain tolerance than me would have tried to fucking kill themselves by now. And I suppose I sort of am. But with alcohol. Heh.
Well. Off to go cart people around before the onslaught of phone calls begins. Ugh.
I think after I get done with the carting peoples around tonight I'm gonna have to go over to Gramma and Grampa's and really get this dentist shit figured out. I feel extremely feverish every fucking day now. Especially at work. And I know I'm not sick. I blew my nose this morning (and what a feat that was...), and the snot was full of blood.
Am I fucking Superwoman or something? I think if people with less of a pain tolerance than me would have tried to fucking kill themselves by now. And I suppose I sort of am. But with alcohol. Heh.
Well. Off to go cart people around before the onslaught of phone calls begins. Ugh.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Full-blown scoop.
My nose still feels broken. But I'm doing much better otherwise.
FINALLY got around to Pantsmas shoppy. One gift down, fifty million to go. Those bitches were expensive, too. Good stuff. You'd better love me, sir. Heh.
I'm at a total loss about what to get everyone else, though. Guh. GIFT CARDS AND BOOKS FOR ALL!!!
Last night was pretty fantastic. Kyle bailed on Joo-staaaa and I, so I called up Mike and we had a couple drinks at Twisted then went to Joseph's apartment and drank wine and talked shit from like midnight to 3am. It was fancy. The drive home sucked. By the time I hit Smokey Point on the freeway, there was snow. FUCK SNOW. And it only got worse as I got closer to my house. I peeled out a little at 164th and McElroy, but there were no other incidents.
Hopefully Kyle doesn't bail out again tonight. GUH.
I'ma finish up my Zune update (89% after a week of downloading! UGH!) and then venture out into the world, I think.
FINALLY got around to Pantsmas shoppy. One gift down, fifty million to go. Those bitches were expensive, too. Good stuff. You'd better love me, sir. Heh.
I'm at a total loss about what to get everyone else, though. Guh. GIFT CARDS AND BOOKS FOR ALL!!!
Last night was pretty fantastic. Kyle bailed on Joo-staaaa and I, so I called up Mike and we had a couple drinks at Twisted then went to Joseph's apartment and drank wine and talked shit from like midnight to 3am. It was fancy. The drive home sucked. By the time I hit Smokey Point on the freeway, there was snow. FUCK SNOW. And it only got worse as I got closer to my house. I peeled out a little at 164th and McElroy, but there were no other incidents.
Hopefully Kyle doesn't bail out again tonight. GUH.
I'ma finish up my Zune update (89% after a week of downloading! UGH!) and then venture out into the world, I think.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Broken face. Fucking AWESOME.
FUCKING FABULOUS.
My entire weekend is blown all to hell. I woke up about 30 minutes ago and the left half of my face is completely swollen. My upper lip is protruding from my face and my nose feels almost like it's broken. Ever seen Fun With Dick and Jane? That part where she gets the experimental botox-type injection? That's exactly how I fucking feel right now.
I took four ibuprofen. If they don't work some kind of miracle within the next three hours, I'm not going to work or doing anything tonight. This is fucking humiliating, not to mention painful as hell.
FUCK.
My entire weekend is blown all to hell. I woke up about 30 minutes ago and the left half of my face is completely swollen. My upper lip is protruding from my face and my nose feels almost like it's broken. Ever seen Fun With Dick and Jane? That part where she gets the experimental botox-type injection? That's exactly how I fucking feel right now.
I took four ibuprofen. If they don't work some kind of miracle within the next three hours, I'm not going to work or doing anything tonight. This is fucking humiliating, not to mention painful as hell.
FUCK.
DEATH.
YOOOYYYY dumpy photos.
I'd be more enthusiastic (really, I am totally enamored with the photos), but I literally feel like I could puke my guts out at any given moment.
I was in agony all day at work and almost got to leave early because of it, but I had to stay in the store with Brandon (co-worker) until Joseph came back from running the deposit.
It's gotten so bad. I was helping this sweet old lady find some grey slacks for her son, and every time she'd say something funny and I'd smile, this horrible fucking pain kept shooting through the side of my face. It's very, VERY difficult to keep that level of agony under wraps when dealing with a customer.
So I got home around 3, took a vicodin and a half, lazed about, took two more at 6 and passed out. Now I have this horrible painkiller hangover and I feel incredibly nauseated. Damn good thing I don't work 'til 4:30pm tomorrow. Jesus fucking hell.
So. Tomorrow's agenda (providing I'm not comatose by then): Wake up around 11-noon, cash tiny paycheck, pick up some Carl's Jr (IT'S OPEN!) if my teeth aren't killing me, work 4:30-9:30, find Joo-staaa and Kyle and wreak havoc on... somewhere. Who knows.
Yup. Okay, gonna go back to bed for the third time in the past 24 hours. Heh.
I'd be more enthusiastic (really, I am totally enamored with the photos), but I literally feel like I could puke my guts out at any given moment.
I was in agony all day at work and almost got to leave early because of it, but I had to stay in the store with Brandon (co-worker) until Joseph came back from running the deposit.
It's gotten so bad. I was helping this sweet old lady find some grey slacks for her son, and every time she'd say something funny and I'd smile, this horrible fucking pain kept shooting through the side of my face. It's very, VERY difficult to keep that level of agony under wraps when dealing with a customer.
So I got home around 3, took a vicodin and a half, lazed about, took two more at 6 and passed out. Now I have this horrible painkiller hangover and I feel incredibly nauseated. Damn good thing I don't work 'til 4:30pm tomorrow. Jesus fucking hell.
So. Tomorrow's agenda (providing I'm not comatose by then): Wake up around 11-noon, cash tiny paycheck, pick up some Carl's Jr (IT'S OPEN!) if my teeth aren't killing me, work 4:30-9:30, find Joo-staaa and Kyle and wreak havoc on... somewhere. Who knows.
Yup. Okay, gonna go back to bed for the third time in the past 24 hours. Heh.
Better.
After those 'profens and a hot shower, the swelling went down considerably. THANK GOD. I'm expecting it to go down a lot more before I have to leave at 2:30. Yay.
The thing that sucks, though, is that out of everything in this house, the only thing I can eat without being in agony is peanut butter sandwiches. No jam. That'll only make it hurt more. Balls.
Yup. Once this shit settles in my stomach I'm gonna feel a million times better. The only thing I was able to eat yesterday was a Yakisoba/ramen thing. And I'm pretty sure that's all I had for like 36 hours. Put three and a half vicodin on top of that. Heh. No wonder I almost puked.
Might even have to make myself a banana smoothie before the rest of the bananas go REALLY bad.
Ummm... wewt. Off to fight with my hair.
The thing that sucks, though, is that out of everything in this house, the only thing I can eat without being in agony is peanut butter sandwiches. No jam. That'll only make it hurt more. Balls.
Yup. Once this shit settles in my stomach I'm gonna feel a million times better. The only thing I was able to eat yesterday was a Yakisoba/ramen thing. And I'm pretty sure that's all I had for like 36 hours. Put three and a half vicodin on top of that. Heh. No wonder I almost puked.
Might even have to make myself a banana smoothie before the rest of the bananas go REALLY bad.
Ummm... wewt. Off to fight with my hair.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
FUCKING OW.
Today Kris kept saying it was Thursday. TEASE MY COCK, WHY DON'T YOU?!?!
No. It's Wednesday.
After all my black-out purchases finally went through, I discovered that I had about $10 in my bank account. So that's awesome. Officially have $5 now 'cause I had to put half a tank of gas in my car. GUHHHH.
I need my goddamn paycheck. AND! I'm no longer allowed to spend money while I'm wasted. Small food purchases are always okay, but not handing my debit card to someone else to go buy shit 'cause I'm too drunk to get out of the car. HEH. That happened A LOT last weekend.
And $25 worth of donuts is NEVER okay. Goddamnit, that was the stupidest shit EVER.
So no more extravagant drunken spending.
I woke up at 4am this morning bawling because one of my teeth hurt so bad. It STILL hurts. It feels like it's trying to escape from my mouth through the front of my gums. I have to call Grampa tomorrow and see about setting up a dentist appointment ASAP. I just can't deal with this anymore. It's crossed the boundary from 'unpleasant' to 'fucking agonizing'. And the biggest bitch is that once one stops hurting, another totally random one starts.
Not even vicodin helps. The only thing that either stops the pain or makes me not care anymore is alcohol.
Fuck my life.
No. It's Wednesday.
After all my black-out purchases finally went through, I discovered that I had about $10 in my bank account. So that's awesome. Officially have $5 now 'cause I had to put half a tank of gas in my car. GUHHHH.
I need my goddamn paycheck. AND! I'm no longer allowed to spend money while I'm wasted. Small food purchases are always okay, but not handing my debit card to someone else to go buy shit 'cause I'm too drunk to get out of the car. HEH. That happened A LOT last weekend.
And $25 worth of donuts is NEVER okay. Goddamnit, that was the stupidest shit EVER.
So no more extravagant drunken spending.
I woke up at 4am this morning bawling because one of my teeth hurt so bad. It STILL hurts. It feels like it's trying to escape from my mouth through the front of my gums. I have to call Grampa tomorrow and see about setting up a dentist appointment ASAP. I just can't deal with this anymore. It's crossed the boundary from 'unpleasant' to 'fucking agonizing'. And the biggest bitch is that once one stops hurting, another totally random one starts.
Not even vicodin helps. The only thing that either stops the pain or makes me not care anymore is alcohol.
Fuck my life.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
I swear to god...
If I hear ONE MORE fucking rendition of "Baby It's Cold Outside", I'm going to fucking off myself.
WORST. CHRISTMAS SONG. EVER.
So over the holidays. I cannot stand this fucking music at work. ESPECIALLY the aforementioned song(s) and anything Beyonce has ever recorded. WHO THINKS HER TRILLING SOUNDS GOOD? HONESTLY?! BEYONCE SOUNDS LIKE SHIT, YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!
*death*
WORST. CHRISTMAS SONG. EVER.
So over the holidays. I cannot stand this fucking music at work. ESPECIALLY the aforementioned song(s) and anything Beyonce has ever recorded. WHO THINKS HER TRILLING SOUNDS GOOD? HONESTLY?! BEYONCE SOUNDS LIKE SHIT, YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!
*death*
Monday, December 8, 2008
BLEHHHH.
This past weekend has been really, REALLY fuckin' intense. Like, I have no idea what happened for about 1/4 of it.
Eff. I was hammered from Friday night to around 6am Sunday morning, when I finally passed out. Good stuff. We were all playing beer pong at Richard's and I got Mike to show up. Kali and I bought three dozen donuts, then I guess I ended up singing on Rock Band (classic) and I wound up going to 7-11 or somewhere with Kyle but I blacked out before we even left.
From what I'm told, Kalahni (sp?) and Kyle had to carry me into the house from my car 'cause I was out cold. Then Randy (WHAT THE FUCK?!?!) was trying to wake me up and was picking me up off the couch and shit. Wow. So Mike, Doom and Randy went to Twisted, then all of them plus Kyle went to Neighbours after 2. FUCK MY LIFE.
Then it was pretty much the same the next day, but I never blacked out. Heh. We picked up Brittney from Everett, ended up in Snohomish somehow, then went back to the apartment where I was greeted with a bottle of SoCo from David. HEH.
Everything else is kinda blurry. And I have never had a hangover worse than the one I had on Sunday. Which in fact, carried all the way over into today during my first few hours at work. Gross.
Well. I need a shower and then I need to continue to eat everything in the house.
Eff. I was hammered from Friday night to around 6am Sunday morning, when I finally passed out. Good stuff. We were all playing beer pong at Richard's and I got Mike to show up. Kali and I bought three dozen donuts, then I guess I ended up singing on Rock Band (classic) and I wound up going to 7-11 or somewhere with Kyle but I blacked out before we even left.
From what I'm told, Kalahni (sp?) and Kyle had to carry me into the house from my car 'cause I was out cold. Then Randy (WHAT THE FUCK?!?!) was trying to wake me up and was picking me up off the couch and shit. Wow. So Mike, Doom and Randy went to Twisted, then all of them plus Kyle went to Neighbours after 2. FUCK MY LIFE.
Then it was pretty much the same the next day, but I never blacked out. Heh. We picked up Brittney from Everett, ended up in Snohomish somehow, then went back to the apartment where I was greeted with a bottle of SoCo from David. HEH.
Everything else is kinda blurry. And I have never had a hangover worse than the one I had on Sunday. Which in fact, carried all the way over into today during my first few hours at work. Gross.
Well. I need a shower and then I need to continue to eat everything in the house.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
'Circus' and my parallel life.
Okay. I've officially listened to 'Circus', sans all the bonus tracks my lucky face managed to get with it.
Awesome. But why the fuck is 'Radar' on it, please? I'm really, really confused. It even says on Amazon that it's supposed to be there. What gives, Britney? Nothing changed up. Same exact track that's on Blackout.
Also. 'Blur' is the closest thing to an autobiographical song I'll ever get by a person I've never even met before. Heh.
...I'm sure lots of people will say that, however. Good ol' drunken bastards.
In short, I can't wait to blast this shit in my car on the way to work tomorrow. Yusss.
In other news. That book I bought yesterday is also about my life. If I happened to be a drag queen in New York (and hey, I've still got my whole life ahead of me...). Seriously. This guy and I are EXACTLY. THE. SAME. Be it our views on relationships, drunken antics or how we shower. SAME PERSON.
Go fucking read it. "I Am Not Myself These Days" by Josh Kilmer-Purcell.
Awesome. But why the fuck is 'Radar' on it, please? I'm really, really confused. It even says on Amazon that it's supposed to be there. What gives, Britney? Nothing changed up. Same exact track that's on Blackout.
Also. 'Blur' is the closest thing to an autobiographical song I'll ever get by a person I've never even met before. Heh.
...I'm sure lots of people will say that, however. Good ol' drunken bastards.
In short, I can't wait to blast this shit in my car on the way to work tomorrow. Yusss.
In other news. That book I bought yesterday is also about my life. If I happened to be a drag queen in New York (and hey, I've still got my whole life ahead of me...). Seriously. This guy and I are EXACTLY. THE. SAME. Be it our views on relationships, drunken antics or how we shower. SAME PERSON.
Go fucking read it. "I Am Not Myself These Days" by Josh Kilmer-Purcell.
Relief?
So. Tonight Grampa said we're both going to get our teeth ripped out within the month.
By the way, after that guy's comments to me yesterday, I no longer care who knows I wear a 'grill'. If you care, then you probably shouldn't be in my life in the first place.
I wear fake teeth. Get over it, because I'm awesome.
*raspberries yo face*
So yeah. I'm kinda lost as to what I'm gonna do about work, because I obviously have no vacation time at this point. The only thing I can think of that will actually play out is to put in my two weeks, get my teeth pulled, recover for two more weeks, go get my dentures, then get hired back on. I'm gonna have to talk to Kris about this tomorrow. Not that we have any date set yet, I just need to figure out my options.
This is exactly what I want for Pantsmas. Really. I want nothing more in the world. In addition to crying in agony with a swollen empty face, I'll be crying out of pure fucking joy and relief.
UGH. I can't wait.
By the way, after that guy's comments to me yesterday, I no longer care who knows I wear a 'grill'. If you care, then you probably shouldn't be in my life in the first place.
I wear fake teeth. Get over it, because I'm awesome.
*raspberries yo face*
So yeah. I'm kinda lost as to what I'm gonna do about work, because I obviously have no vacation time at this point. The only thing I can think of that will actually play out is to put in my two weeks, get my teeth pulled, recover for two more weeks, go get my dentures, then get hired back on. I'm gonna have to talk to Kris about this tomorrow. Not that we have any date set yet, I just need to figure out my options.
This is exactly what I want for Pantsmas. Really. I want nothing more in the world. In addition to crying in agony with a swollen empty face, I'll be crying out of pure fucking joy and relief.
UGH. I can't wait.
"Welcome to Seattle Premium, fuck you."
Yet another incident. Luckily, this time it had nothing to do with me--
A group of about five people comes in and wanders the store for about two seconds. Kris was busy doing something at the cashwrap. As they're back by the door, Kris asks if they need help with anything.
"It's too late now! We'll take our money elsewhere!" And they leave in a huff.
WHAT THE FUCK?!?!
This further proves my theory that people come shop at AIDS Seattle Premium just to start shit.
Do people really go into random stores with absolutely NOTHING in mind and expect to be tended to immediately like they're some rich-ass big-spending royalty? REALLY?!?! YOU ARE. SHOPPING. AT AN OUTLET MALL!!! THIS IS NOT FUCKING NORDSTROM!!! Are you FUCKING kidding me?!?!
Say it with me now! OUT. LET. Just because it's located next to some fancy-ass casino and resort does NOT mean you're gonna be treated like Paris fucking Hilton, okay? What's on the south side of the casino? WALMART AND HOME DEPOT. ARE YOU BLIND?!?!
If I were in charge of that shitty fucking mall, I would punish each rude customer by making them work Black Friday, Boxing Day, Spring Break, Memorial Day weekend or Back-To-School in the mall, depending on whichever one was coming up. THAT would fucking teach 'em. AND it would boost everybody's goddamn payroll.
...remind me to never be a manager anywhere. Heh.
UGHHHHHH!!!
Anyway. I don't wanna be here. I think I'ma fight with my hair a bit and then head over to Gramma and Grampa's.
Yep.
A group of about five people comes in and wanders the store for about two seconds. Kris was busy doing something at the cashwrap. As they're back by the door, Kris asks if they need help with anything.
"It's too late now! We'll take our money elsewhere!" And they leave in a huff.
WHAT THE FUCK?!?!
This further proves my theory that people come shop at AIDS Seattle Premium just to start shit.
Do people really go into random stores with absolutely NOTHING in mind and expect to be tended to immediately like they're some rich-ass big-spending royalty? REALLY?!?! YOU ARE. SHOPPING. AT AN OUTLET MALL!!! THIS IS NOT FUCKING NORDSTROM!!! Are you FUCKING kidding me?!?!
Say it with me now! OUT. LET. Just because it's located next to some fancy-ass casino and resort does NOT mean you're gonna be treated like Paris fucking Hilton, okay? What's on the south side of the casino? WALMART AND HOME DEPOT. ARE YOU BLIND?!?!
If I were in charge of that shitty fucking mall, I would punish each rude customer by making them work Black Friday, Boxing Day, Spring Break, Memorial Day weekend or Back-To-School in the mall, depending on whichever one was coming up. THAT would fucking teach 'em. AND it would boost everybody's goddamn payroll.
...remind me to never be a manager anywhere. Heh.
UGHHHHHH!!!
Anyway. I don't wanna be here. I think I'ma fight with my hair a bit and then head over to Gramma and Grampa's.
Yep.
Monday, December 1, 2008
DUMPY!!!
Today started off good. Then got real bad in two seconds.
(But then it got really good again. So yeah. Heh!)
So I get to the Hill around 9:30 and start wandering around, looking for dumpsters. HEH. That was awesome. Found the perfect one right off Thomas St., then headed back to my car and waited for Amanda 'cause the Seattle Marathon had her bus running late. Went to meet up with her in front of Riteaid, and immediately got harassed twice in the span of about 5 minutes. Never wearing a tube dress in Seattle ever again without the protection of a male. Seriously.
The reason my whole day almost got ruined: this guy with a bike approaches me and asks if I'd be interested in buying his shitty fucking mountain bike for $20. I politely decline.
"Are you sure? Do you know anyone who needs a christmas gift?"
"...no. Sorry."
"WOW! Your teeth are REALLY yellow! LEMME SEE!"
"What the f... no!"
"Why are they like that?"
*just wanting to get him the fuck out of my face* "If you must know, they're fake and I smoke and they stain easily." *death glare*
"So that's how you ward off guys, right?"
"Yep. Thanks." *GLARE*
Dude rides off.
FUCKING. ASSHOLE. Ya know, usually I really enjoy people who have a serious lack of brain-to-mouth filter. Not these ones. Didn't this guy learn ANY manners as a child?! FUCK. WHO DOES THAT?!?!
So anyway. Heh. Amanda finds me, then we go check out the dumpy. Decided against the first one 'cause it was full of food waste and stunk HORRIBLY. But the one behind it was for recycling and therefore wasn't disgusting. And I rolled around in it for an hour and a half. HEH! We almost weren't able to shoot there, though. Someone who must have been the apartment manager walked out the side door and asked us to not hang out there. We told him we were just doing a photoshoot, but picked up our stuff to leave anyhow. He explained that he had a lot of issues with junkies trying to shoot up in that little alcove, and they usually argue with him, but when we picked up to leave immediately and he saw the camera, he let us stay. Good effing thing, too.
So yeah. This was the single most amazing photoshoot I've ever experienced. Love Amanda. LOVE HER. Can't wait for the finished product(s)!
Afterward I went and hung out with Chelsey and Tyler until Chelsey had to leave for work, then Tyler and I went shopping at H&M and Barnes & Noble. I was saddened to find absolutely nothing at H&M. But I got this book I've been wanting forever, "I Am Not Myself These Days" by Josh Kilmer-Purcell. I'm about 36 pages in, and it's fucking incredible already.
Anyhow. Watchin' Family Guy. Drinkin' some M&R. Awww yeahhhh.
Work tomorrow at 10. Bleh.
(But then it got really good again. So yeah. Heh!)
So I get to the Hill around 9:30 and start wandering around, looking for dumpsters. HEH. That was awesome. Found the perfect one right off Thomas St., then headed back to my car and waited for Amanda 'cause the Seattle Marathon had her bus running late. Went to meet up with her in front of Riteaid, and immediately got harassed twice in the span of about 5 minutes. Never wearing a tube dress in Seattle ever again without the protection of a male. Seriously.
The reason my whole day almost got ruined: this guy with a bike approaches me and asks if I'd be interested in buying his shitty fucking mountain bike for $20. I politely decline.
"Are you sure? Do you know anyone who needs a christmas gift?"
"...no. Sorry."
"WOW! Your teeth are REALLY yellow! LEMME SEE!"
"What the f... no!"
"Why are they like that?"
*just wanting to get him the fuck out of my face* "If you must know, they're fake and I smoke and they stain easily." *death glare*
"So that's how you ward off guys, right?"
"Yep. Thanks." *GLARE*
Dude rides off.
FUCKING. ASSHOLE. Ya know, usually I really enjoy people who have a serious lack of brain-to-mouth filter. Not these ones. Didn't this guy learn ANY manners as a child?! FUCK. WHO DOES THAT?!?!
So anyway. Heh. Amanda finds me, then we go check out the dumpy. Decided against the first one 'cause it was full of food waste and stunk HORRIBLY. But the one behind it was for recycling and therefore wasn't disgusting. And I rolled around in it for an hour and a half. HEH! We almost weren't able to shoot there, though. Someone who must have been the apartment manager walked out the side door and asked us to not hang out there. We told him we were just doing a photoshoot, but picked up our stuff to leave anyhow. He explained that he had a lot of issues with junkies trying to shoot up in that little alcove, and they usually argue with him, but when we picked up to leave immediately and he saw the camera, he let us stay. Good effing thing, too.
So yeah. This was the single most amazing photoshoot I've ever experienced. Love Amanda. LOVE HER. Can't wait for the finished product(s)!
Afterward I went and hung out with Chelsey and Tyler until Chelsey had to leave for work, then Tyler and I went shopping at H&M and Barnes & Noble. I was saddened to find absolutely nothing at H&M. But I got this book I've been wanting forever, "I Am Not Myself These Days" by Josh Kilmer-Purcell. I'm about 36 pages in, and it's fucking incredible already.
Anyhow. Watchin' Family Guy. Drinkin' some M&R. Awww yeahhhh.
Work tomorrow at 10. Bleh.
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