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the incredible, edible rubine
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[23 Nov 2009|08:08pm] |
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this business of being persons with feelings who feel, i am not a fan of it. i have been swarmed with feelings, i may be felled by feelings.
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[18 Nov 2009|11:58pm] |
work has been RIDICULOUS. like it turned from "thanks to working so hard, everything you do is great!" to "YOU DID THINGS WRONG WE DIDN'T GIVE YOU A CHANCE TO EXPLAIN TO US AND UH UH YOU'RE NOT DOING AS GOOD OF A JOB AS YOU WERE BEFORE WHEN YOU WERE DOING MUCH MORE!" yeah. shouldn't you congratulate your staff for working 1.5 jobs apiece when they used to work only 1, and then thank them by hiring that other person and then allow them to get a little rest? yeah, i'm not doing as much. BECAUSE I AM FINALLY JUST DOING ONE JOB. bastards. oh yeah, and there was that event a couple weeks ago where i asked my boss if i was making anything for it, and he said nope, and then i TORE THE CATERING ORDER UP in front of him and threw it away!, and then when the day for the event rolled around the catering manager came up to me asking me what the desserts were, and i said, "there are no desserts!" and she said, "are you joking?" and i said, "no. no desserts!" and walked off AND THEN EVERYBODY WAS LIKE OH JENNY SCREWED UP. excuse me? if i had known i had a job to do then it would've gotten done, assholes.
i talked to one of the catering droids last night and she said
"you're a badass jenny!"
"i'm a badass? why?"
"i heard what you did!"
"what did i do?"
"i heard about how you were just like no, i'm not going to make the pastries for this one event. i am going to try that sometime."
"ummmmmm. well the story is more like: nobody told me i was going to make anything, i asked my boss if i was going to and he said no, and then everybody got pissed off at me for no reason."
"oh. really?"
"yes. i'm still a badass though."
"yeah!"
fuck dude. what a huge load of horseshit. i am getting a new job at my first available opportunity - oh, but a new girl starts tomorrow. we asked them to hire us a bakery manager, so things like ABOVE wouldn't happen and we wouldn't get blamed for them - and i hope to god she's not just going to be another manager to blame us for everything that is our fault and everything that isn't (they blame us more for the things that aren't, believe me).
misery. misery!
the good news is, .......... i am going home for christmas. and after that i am free to pursue any other avenue i think seems nice. i was thinking about becoming a housekeeper. my body is already kind of sad - and bending and stretching more than usual all day may just be good for me. i already stand 8+ hours in a day, so i have a head start.
also, work may improve significantly when the new girl starts to really kick in, and may even change my mind about having to find a new job within the next couple months. or it will make the time waiting for a good one to roll around less horrible and awkward. it is getting harder and harder to grin and bear the wolf in J.C. Penney's clothing who is in charge of catering. i knew she was a stone cold bitch the first day i met her - just by her unfortunate face and fake fake smile.
anyway, YAHOO! livin' la vida loca.
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| from dave littler |
[02 Sep 2009|02:36pm] |
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If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -- good or bad -- BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
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| a short note from someone who has not gone to college for more than 2 quarters |
[06 Apr 2009|05:34pm] |
huh. so if i go to college, i may be as smart as the person who created this poster, and the person or persons who saw the poster before it was printed and said it was ready to print, and all the people who walk by it every day without saying, "hey. that's fucked up."
maybe it would be smarter if i stayed in the kitchen with chocolate smeared all over my belly?
okay!
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| take me in your arms and love me. |
[01 Feb 2009|05:55pm] |
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How many songs total: 5152
How many hours or days of music: 12ish days
Most recently played: now i wanna sniff some glue - the ramones
Most played: chester - the essex green
Most recently added: love don't love nobody - the spinners
Sort by song title:
First Song: all of a sudden (it's too late) - xtc
Last Song: 1983 (pelle and sebastian) - pelle carlberg
Sort by time:
Shortest Song: "i'm in love with this man." sound clip from moonstruck
Longest Song: the past is a grotesque animal - of montreal
Sort by album:
First album: absent friends - the divine comedy
Last album: danse macabre - the faint
First song that comes up on Shuffle: the world is full of crashing bores - morrissey
Search the following and state how many songs come up:
Death - 41
Life - 71
Love - 283
Hate – 20
You - 639
Sex – 49
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| Writer's Block: Tricky Questions |
[13 Jan 2009|01:22am] |
inside: bad news bears. if they need to talk to me they can go ahead an' spit it out already. calling attention to the need to speak to me just makes me nervous. i feel like i have to become very serious at that moment. my mind automatically scans all of my recent actions in reference to this person and searches for things i could be blamed for or guilty of. then (most of the time, i'm no angel) i come up bareminded and am just bewildered and flustered. then i wonder who, if anyone, has died.
outside: my confusion makes my facial expression go away and i probably look a little lost.
usually they are just asking me for favors, though. oh, people.
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| two more furbabies leave the party |
[17 Nov 2008|01:02am] |
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guinevere passed away two weeks ago. she was affectionate and quiet with an occasionally snippy attitude. she was stout and sweet and liked to hold paws. my poor dad was the only one home when it happened (mom was on a business trip) and he said she passed away when he was petting her. i loved her very much. i named her and helped raise her from a puppy. my dad saw a puppies for sale sign on the side of the road in the boonies and she was the runt of a litter of miniature schnauzers. she was dirty and smelly and no one had been taking care of her besides her mother. my dad paid 300 for her and took her to our house, where she was loved for all her days.
gwennie (1997-2008) and lily in the car on the way back from the groomers, 2003
shortly after gwennie died my parents took zeus, who they just got two years ago and loved immensely, to the vet. he had an intestinal blockage. two surgeries, a week, and a few thousand dollars later, they thought he would be okay - but they had to put him down tonight. he was toxic and there was nothing the vet could do.
my poor folks - my dad loves all his furry kids so much. now my lily is all the doggy company he's got. i am considering bringing buddy back to live with them, but i think i might be a mess without him. i am going to see them next week when they come down to vancouver for thanksgiving at my sister's house, and i will be sure to give them lots of hugs (especially my dad, who must be devastated - my mom loves the doggies too, but he's the one who spends the most time with them).
zeus was a rambunctious, goofy boy. he was all soft puppy limbs and kisses. he chewed up many an expensive shoe. he was a big carefree lummox. never hurt a flea.
zeus, 2006-2008
good night sweet puppies.
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| from tripolarexpress |
[12 Nov 2008|07:23pm] |
(a real post. soon! if not for your sake then for mine)
If you saw ME in a police car, what would you think I got arrested for?
Answer me, then if you want, post to your own journal and see how many crimes you get accused of.
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| arthur and buddy |
[04 Nov 2008|07:05pm] |
as i busily rearranged my room before my birthday party, i paused for a moment to look out of my door. this is what i saw looking back at me. i very slowly backed away from the doorway, grabbed my laptop, and aimed it right at them. thankfully they held still for this one photo. it cracks me up every time i look at it.
from lilituc
1. Stop talking about politics for just a moment or two.
2. Post a reasonably-sized picture in your LJ of something pleasant, such as an adorable kitten, or a fluffy white cloud, or a bottle of booze. Something that has NOTHING TO DO WITH POLITICS.
3. Include these instructions, and share the love.
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[23 Oct 2008|05:03pm] |
i find it very hard to fall asleep. there's this guy named Matthew Cooper with a project called Eluvium that helps. have a watch/listen (this is my favorite of his - maybe it reminds me of something, like stepping into the fountain of youth or looking into the mirror and seeing my first wrinkles, or kissing the collarbone of the boy i love). i would like to have it played at the funeral i won't have for a long time, goodness willing.
in other dreamy news, i saw this guy's work near the bathrooms at Coastal Kitchen and fell deeply in love --> altkunst.com. i'm gonne buy me some prints. YEEHAW!
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| no taxes? you fucking d-bag. fuck you. |
[23 Oct 2008|12:29am] |
i am so motherfucking sick of sarah palin's fucking face and am even sicker of hearing her fucking RIDICULOUS BABBLE that wouldn't stand up in a conversation with my DRUNK FRIENDS. i can't believe this psychopathic shit-covered douchebag breeder is on TV news shows and not Maury motherfucking Povich. i hope a heel breaks off one of the pumps either the GOP or hardworking salt of the earth deformed Alaskans paid for and she falls into an oil well right into a polar bear's maw.
FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING BITCH! i can't wait until you fade into the woods and the woodwork. i want to move back to alaska just to fistfight all the stupid drooling morons who voted for you. too bad i'm such a sissy.
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| A Message from Joe the Plumber [written by filefish!] |
[18 Oct 2008|01:15pm] |
My fellow Americans. Last night, I became the unwitting pawn in a rhetorical exercise between two millionaires about their economic proposals for saving this nation from financial ruin. Unfortunately, neither candidate addressed my key concerns regarding the greatest crisis this country faces, or may ever face.
I speak of the Koopa Troop.
Let me tell you, as a plumber, I'm out there all day jumping through warp pipes, riding dinosaurs, and dressing up as a raccoon and flying through skies full of smiley-faced clouds. In my day-to-day routine, nothing seems more urgent than the invasion of our land by Koopas, be they crawling, flying, or riding on clouds and pelting me with spiky balls. I mean seriously, where did all of these Koopas come from? Why do they just pace back and forth in place waiting to attack average plumbers like me?
I want to gather enough coins to save up and buy my own plumbing business. Maybe hire my brother to help. But I can't give my brother healthcare coverage if it means I'll be bumped up into a higher tax bracket! And trust me, out there in the sewers, you need a good health plan, because you never know when you'll be dealing with a fire-breathing turtle with a mohawk, or an ape hopped up on PCP and chucking barrels at you.
Last night, neither candidate had any mention of the problems I face. I don't care about who palled around with Bill Ayers. I care about the ever-increasing cost of the body-altering mushrooms I need to do my job. I want to know who will unclog the drains of Washington, and hit the glowing POW button on oil prices.
Itsa me, Joe the Plumber, and I approve this-a message.
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[12 Oct 2008|12:21am] |
i would like to take this moment to say that i think ralph fiennes is pretty much the sexiest man ever born.
love,
jenny
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[20 Sep 2008|06:30pm] |
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[17 Sep 2008|09:57pm] |
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sarah palin and john mccain were in the closet making babies and i saw one of the babies and then the baby looked at me.
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| allie says that if you say cucumber, you won't sneeze |
[05 Sep 2008|11:44pm] |
i is been sick. i am full of opaque green snots. i took a bath yesterday and sneezed into the bath water and watched my snot float around. then i got out of the tub super fast. or as fast as i can get out of the tub.
it is pink. the tub. SICKO!
i also have a pink terlet. with a white seat. and blue toilet water because nobody's going to take that away from me ... until i decide that i don't want to pay for blue toilet water anymore because it's basically a waste of money but a luxury i've never had consistently.
my new roommates are two nice people, who are twentysomething newlyweds, and arthur the bulldog, who snorts a lot and sneezed right in my face the other day.
i feel now that i have space in which to do it and which i'm actually paying for, i should become the kind of person who owns furniture. so i own some furniture, but it will all fit in the back of a pickup truck.
what i really need is a nice chair in which to sit. sitting in bed all the time is turning me in to a potato grub.
i know nobody's going to vote for sarah palin. BUT MOTHERFUCKING DON'T VOTE FOR SARAH PALIN!!! sometimes i think the world is ending.
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| lady of the flies |
[27 Aug 2008|01:40am] |
i am one of the last two people to move out of this eight bedroom house. many people jumped ship earlier in the month. the girl in the room next to mine moved out one night in a flurry of activity, leaving behind a room full of trash, a plugged in fan set on high, a broken chair, and FOUR BAGS OF TRASH, two of which were mostly cat litter/cat pee, feces, god knows what else.
one of my other downstairs roommates left TWO garbage bags full of trash. after about two days i began to wonder what the deal was with all the trash. 6 full sized trash bags brimming with garbage, just sitting around? well i sure as fuck wasn't going to take trash out for those little bitches.
about a week passes and i start to notice fruit flies. "great," i think, "some motherfucking fruit flies." i still don't take the trash out because i DON'T CLEAN UP AFTER LITTLE BITCHES.
a few more days pass and i am starting to get seriously pissed. i call the girl who had the room next to mine and leave a message asking if she's going to come take care of her shit, take trash out, give us her keys back, etc. she calls me back and apologizes profusely, saying she'll come that night to clean up. she comes the next night and cleans up.. mostly. i take the other two trash bags from the other derelict roommate and put them on the front porch so he can deal with them later.
SO NOW THERE ARE GIANT CLOUDS OF FRUIT FLIES IN MY HOUSE. i am the only one living here now. the other girl whose stuff is still here always slept over at her boyfriend's house anyway. i spent about a half hour tonight just fucking putting together bottles with funnels and sweet stuff inside of them. there are still fruit flies everywhere. i know it could be worse, but it is fucking disGUSTing. there is NOWHERE ELSE in the house for them to go but my room.. which is full of smells i am sure they love. the sandwich rolls i bought yesterday that were in the grocery bag still? covered in fruit flies. inside and out. when i came home today. no delicious sandwiches for me.
after making all those traps i felt okay. the fruit flies were everybody's fault, really. the cat shit girl just exacerbated things, like. a lot.
so la la la, i go upstairs tonight to grab something and i notice that the food shelf in the kitchen that is mine and full of my stuff is no longer so much full of my stuff. in fact, there is an entire bottle of olive oil missing, and another bottle of olive oil that had been half full has been used up.. but the empty bottle remains. not to mention a bottle of hot sauce, some canned stuff, pasta, randomosity.
so now i am SERIOUSLY FUCKING PISSED OFF. living with a bunch of little miserable fucking skanky bitches for 8 months. having a bunch of methhead neighbors who FINALLY got kicked out because they got busted/arrested next door. having a crack dealer living in a tiny house behind my house. dealing with people moving in and out and heroin addicts and porno girls and 19 year old marilyn manson listening working at the mall attention cutters and an audio douchebag and A BUNCH OF SPOILED INDIE BABYFUCKS
and i am in the home stretch, almost moved out, i have three days to very leisurely pick my things up and move them to my new residence.
and someone fucking steals my OLIVE OIL! MY OLIVE OIL! FUCK YOU YOU LITTLE SELFISH WHINY SPOILED PIECES OF SHIT! YOU OWE ME 15 DOLLARS WORTH OF OLIVE OIL! I AM GOING TO KICK YOU IN YOUR FUCKING NECKS AND SHOVE MOLOTOV COCKTAILS UP YOUR URETHRAS
*explodes*
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| i see demons and spies with cyclops eyes |
[19 Aug 2008|02:40pm] |
walking through the alley behind my house is always muy creepy in the teensy weensy am. it's pretty narrow and a pyscho could, with great ease, take me down or jump me and take me into the darkness to butcher me or slaughter me or maim me or maul me or make me listen to enya or something.
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