Life... Or more accurately, the lack of.
2002-04-04 - 12:45 p.m.

[I can be that
But soon you'll see that
I will never do anything]


I just love it when unexpectedly large amounts of money are deposited into my bank account. Not that it's a frequent occasion ... but still.

My brain still hasn't connected to the fact that when I work, the people I work for pay me for it. Instead it seems more like I'm a volunteer, because I like my job, and various amounts of money are deposited into my bank account weekly from out of nowhere.

Still, not a bad system ... but the money doesn't really feel like it's mine.

I'm more than a little bored with my life, still. I'm more than half-waiting for the romantic interest to appear and make the plot get better ...

I've been asking my tarot cards about what's instore. {Yes, I own tarot cards. No, I do not take them that seriously ... but they are fun} In the past week or so, in the position of what will happen in the future in my lovelife I've gotten cards symbolising: A dark young man, bondage, women. From this I can only conclude that soon a dark young man will approach me to become involved in porn ...

Oh well, at least it's not bland.

Here's a Buffy DVD excerpt that for one reason or another I feel compelled to share ... :

Jesse: Cordelia! Hey ... you, uh, look great.
Cordelia: Well I'm glad we had this little chat
Jesse: Listen uh, you wanna dance?
Cordelia: With you?
Jesse: Well uh, yeah
Cordelia: Well uh, no

Joss Whedon's [director] comments: Ah, the infamous 'Jesse asks Cordelia to dance' scene. This is one of the few things that is actually based verbatim on something that happened to me one of the only times I asked a girl to dance in highschool ... Her reply was "With you?" I didn't actually say anything after that the way Jesse does - I just sort of slunk off ... for about four years.

Aww! Am I the only one who upon hearing that wants to run over to America and give him a big hug? ... Probably. Girly-girledness seems to be running high at the moment.

I'm off to eat copious amounts of cheesecake and internally tell myself I'll start dieting tomorrow ... even though I know I'm just a big fat liar.


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