2002-04-28 - 8:32 p.m.
I don't like it when there are people in my kitchen. I somehow become obliged to make them tea.
And what really makes me want to have a deranged postal worker type fit is the fact that mother dear is telling our guests "Oh, I'll make you some tea," in this soothing, authoritative voice that says I am doing this for you even though it is clear that I am making the tea as I am the one standing by the damn kettle and she is the one sitting down way over there. Grr.
So anyway, close friend type people of my family are over here as there is some kind of their family drama. Whatever, I am not involved and this is one of the only times I will be thankful that everyone who knows me through my family still treats me like I'm five.
I did not have a bad day up until now despite having vaguely murderous dreams. Work was wonderful ... I love express lanes, so much so that I could pretty much do a song and dance about the marvellousness that is 12 items or less. But I won't...
... Aw, really want to though. Um, no entertaining work incidents to report. The only thing I do remember is this guy trying to swipe his debit card like 8 times and then I offered to try and managed to get it right with one firm, slow but gentle swiping motion. And then he couldn't stop laughing to himself.
Except I shouldn't think about this incident too much as my memory tends to rewrite it into some kind of subtle porn movie, complete with soundtrack.
Not that he was even cute ... Urh. But speaking of porn (and whoever would have thought I would be?) I keep having the urge to sleep my way to better grades in uni. Not because my grades suck (yet) or because the reciever of the sleeping is gorgeous (only one of them is male and that one is married and plus it's like eww, because he's very nonattractive) but only because I've obviously watched too much Felicity so it just seems like the thing to do...
Last night was pilgrimmage to Hard Rock Cafe with the usual crowd in honour of the now dead TLS. Aside from the usual eating, mocking, mime-a-longs nothing much of note happened except perhaps for Vyv agreeing to go out with a bartender that gave her a lot of free drinks last time ... learn to say no, person!
Although coming from me that advice is surely laughable ... actually coming from me any dating type advice is laughable ... watch out nunnery, here I come ...
Nothing left to be said. I shall retreat indoors where I shall feast upon cookie-like items and bathe in the mindnumbing-ness that is tv.
And what really makes me want to have a deranged postal worker type fit is the fact that mother dear is telling our guests "Oh, I'll make you some tea," in this soothing, authoritative voice that says I am doing this for you even though it is clear that I am making the tea as I am the one standing by the damn kettle and she is the one sitting down way over there. Grr.
So anyway, close friend type people of my family are over here as there is some kind of their family drama. Whatever, I am not involved and this is one of the only times I will be thankful that everyone who knows me through my family still treats me like I'm five.
I did not have a bad day up until now despite having vaguely murderous dreams. Work was wonderful ... I love express lanes, so much so that I could pretty much do a song and dance about the marvellousness that is 12 items or less. But I won't...
... Aw, really want to though. Um, no entertaining work incidents to report. The only thing I do remember is this guy trying to swipe his debit card like 8 times and then I offered to try and managed to get it right with one firm, slow but gentle swiping motion. And then he couldn't stop laughing to himself.
Except I shouldn't think about this incident too much as my memory tends to rewrite it into some kind of subtle porn movie, complete with soundtrack.
Not that he was even cute ... Urh. But speaking of porn (and whoever would have thought I would be?) I keep having the urge to sleep my way to better grades in uni. Not because my grades suck (yet) or because the reciever of the sleeping is gorgeous (only one of them is male and that one is married and plus it's like eww, because he's very nonattractive) but only because I've obviously watched too much Felicity so it just seems like the thing to do...
Last night was pilgrimmage to Hard Rock Cafe with the usual crowd in honour of the now dead TLS. Aside from the usual eating, mocking, mime-a-longs nothing much of note happened except perhaps for Vyv agreeing to go out with a bartender that gave her a lot of free drinks last time ... learn to say no, person!
Although coming from me that advice is surely laughable ... actually coming from me any dating type advice is laughable ... watch out nunnery, here I come ...
Nothing left to be said. I shall retreat indoors where I shall feast upon cookie-like items and bathe in the mindnumbing-ness that is tv.
