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so i have decided that ...
so. i have decided that...hmm how do i make the font smaller on this thing....no, that's not it...
i had already decided this and it lay dormant in my brain. what awakened this concept in my mind was a recent occurrence. ugh i can't see the screen to see if i'm making errors. here's what happened:
when someone gets an 'on-the-spot' at my work (meaning a supervisor secret shops another employee) and we get 100% for our score, we can pick out five promos. Promos are the cd's one might hear (promos) at a listening station in a music store or an advanced readers copy of a book, that sort of thing. mmm these newman's own chocolate wafers are astoundingly good. they are like the tops and bottoms of oreo cookies. who would have imagined? and without that strange aftertaste. now, what was i talking about. oh yes, i also wanted to point out that i waited too long to see turandot and the only supposed seats they have left are in the $150 range. even at buy one get one free, that's quite a bit per pop. oh yes, so i received an on-the-spot in the beginning of april that never got posted so i never got to collect. finally, i asked steven m. he informed me that he saw mine at the customer service desk...sure enough, there it was. so i went to pick out 5 and i saw the new david bowie cd. i was curious about it, of course. i picked it up in some kind of wonder and excitement (wooo a cd i might actually WANT from the often-lacking promo box--this is because people clean it out before it ever makes it.) i pick it up with the nervous yet pleasant agitation that one gets if they've won something or are getting something they desire for free (without stealing.) I turn it over and it had one of the employee's names on it. this employee lives with his/her parents, drives a very nice new car, that sort of thing. it's easy because the employee doesn't have to work for a living in order to oh let's say, buy food. why the hell can't that employee buy his/her shit for real. Jesus. So it occurred to me that people who do not have a true amount or any amount of musical talent might be more shady about getting the music they desire, for their needs. they HAVE to have it. it's like sweet crack on a watermelon's sunbaked ass. musicians however, can create their own and if they live with their parents, don't have the need to go through ridiculous resources to get free musical cd's. one day i'll sell some of my sweet crack so everyone can have some too. oh, may it lift and lower you. when you want to feel sad, play a song about mopey shit. music therapy, cochroaches.
i've been getting Nutso, again. nutso. my relationship is fine. i've just been overhostile due to stress. brett got hired at his new job. we're moving back in with his brother at the end of the month because our landlord finally pissed on our blue toilet star. i realize that a lot of people have a strong reaction about me. they strongly like or dislike. i can tell everyone (and not be heard, and not mind) that the 'musical personality' isn't appreciated. it's only intriguing when it's adorned by record labels and television sets. Did I forget cd's and dvaudio crap and hypodermic needle? I am afraid of needles yet music fills my blood and as i have said before, i bleed it out in little increments. but i only have enough to stimulate a couple of bloodsuckers at a time. And it is you, my great infinite mass of bobbing heads, that I will have to sell my music to. eat your breakfast kiddies, it's time. use crest. use tommy hillfigger's new line based partially on david bowie. don't mind me. i don't mind being appreciated. i don't mind being thought of as weird all the fucking time. it's as if comedy is okay depending on the body it wears and/or its gender. but if the person can show that they established a solid acceptable personality of good taste before-hand, they are thought of as weird. what fucking ever.
brett's mac is fragmented. what's especially nice is tha tmac software (except for panther, but only in small chunks) does not have a defragging software. Instead it's about 100 bucks from norton or some warrior program. Steve, where are you? We use macs and VW's for pete's sake! can't see you we're to liberal to be independently wealthy? At a later time, this excuse will render itself invallid.
And go ahead, talk to me i don't mind. i must warn that sometimes i don't take socially appropriate steps. i don't say hi when someone says hi unless i'm working. i don't know to ask people questions all the time. because sometimes it just shuts off.
so. i have decided that...hmm how do i make the font smaller on this thing....no, that's not it...
i had already decided this and it lay dormant in my brain. what awakened this concept in my mind was a recent occurrence. ugh i can't see the screen to see if i'm making errors. here's what happened:
when someone gets an 'on-the-spot' at my work (meaning a supervisor secret shops another employee) and we get 100% for our score, we can pick out five promos. Promos are the cd's one might hear (promos) at a listening station in a music store or an advanced readers copy of a book, that sort of thing. mmm these newman's own chocolate wafers are astoundingly good. they are like the tops and bottoms of oreo cookies. who would have imagined? and without that strange aftertaste. now, what was i talking about. oh yes, i also wanted to point out that i waited too long to see turandot and the only supposed seats they have left are in the $150 range. even at buy one get one free, that's quite a bit per pop. oh yes, so i received an on-the-spot in the beginning of april that never got posted so i never got to collect. finally, i asked steven m. he informed me that he saw mine at the customer service desk...sure enough, there it was. so i went to pick out 5 and i saw the new david bowie cd. i was curious about it, of course. i picked it up in some kind of wonder and excitement (wooo a cd i might actually WANT from the often-lacking promo box--this is because people clean it out before it ever makes it.) i pick it up with the nervous yet pleasant agitation that one gets if they've won something or are getting something they desire for free (without stealing.) I turn it over and it had one of the employee's names on it. this employee lives with his/her parents, drives a very nice new car, that sort of thing. it's easy because the employee doesn't have to work for a living in order to oh let's say, buy food. why the hell can't that employee buy his/her shit for real. Jesus. So it occurred to me that people who do not have a true amount or any amount of musical talent might be more shady about getting the music they desire, for their needs. they HAVE to have it. it's like sweet crack on a watermelon's sunbaked ass. musicians however, can create their own and if they live with their parents, don't have the need to go through ridiculous resources to get free musical cd's. one day i'll sell some of my sweet crack so everyone can have some too. oh, may it lift and lower you. when you want to feel sad, play a song about mopey shit. music therapy, cochroaches.
i've been getting Nutso, again. nutso. my relationship is fine. i've just been overhostile due to stress. brett got hired at his new job. we're moving back in with his brother at the end of the month because our landlord finally pissed on our blue toilet star. i realize that a lot of people have a strong reaction about me. they strongly like or dislike. i can tell everyone (and not be heard, and not mind) that the 'musical personality' isn't appreciated. it's only intriguing when it's adorned by record labels and television sets. Did I forget cd's and dvaudio crap and hypodermic needle? I am afraid of needles yet music fills my blood and as i have said before, i bleed it out in little increments. but i only have enough to stimulate a couple of bloodsuckers at a time. And it is you, my great infinite mass of bobbing heads, that I will have to sell my music to. eat your breakfast kiddies, it's time. use crest. use tommy hillfigger's new line based partially on david bowie. don't mind me. i don't mind being appreciated. i don't mind being thought of as weird all the fucking time. it's as if comedy is okay depending on the body it wears and/or its gender. but if the person can show that they established a solid acceptable personality of good taste before-hand, they are thought of as weird. what fucking ever.
brett's mac is fragmented. what's especially nice is tha tmac software (except for panther, but only in small chunks) does not have a defragging software. Instead it's about 100 bucks from norton or some warrior program. Steve, where are you? We use macs and VW's for pete's sake! can't see you we're to liberal to be independently wealthy? At a later time, this excuse will render itself invallid.
And go ahead, talk to me i don't mind. i must warn that sometimes i don't take socially appropriate steps. i don't say hi when someone says hi unless i'm working. i don't know to ask people questions all the time. because sometimes it just shuts off.