reproduction
work is so fun! when we're slow i get to do color corrections on my own pictures. the hours are really reasonable. it pays well. so hell yeah.
ann's my boss. she's a very large lady and she's one of those people who feels empowered by her body type. on four seperate occasions in the past two days, she has started talking about how fucking huge her hands are. she's very anal, and she's also one of those people who will talk your ear off if she knows what she's doing. but not answer you if she doesn't.
kelly is the girl who's training me. she's around 30, but she looks twelve. she's a certified lab technician.
moresly is a cynical bastard who is all about worker's compensation. which i think is hilarious. he wears a big gothcore chain, and has two jobs and no car.
patrick is half my size, and has a john trevolta chin. he's really nice but he seems shy. he makes fun of how tall he is a lot.
i've been in a bad mood because most of my friends are complete assholes. what did i ever do to you? the least you could do is try to give a shit when you're around me. i'm not wasting anymore time or effort because i don't have any to spare.
my mom has turned into a human breathalizer. and i was watching gus van sant's last days and she freaked out and sent my dad in to talk to me about her "concerns". my dad was like "lauren, you know this movie doesn't have a happy ending. why are you watching it?" and then my mom came in crying and asked me why i was so infatuated with him (kurt cobain, not my dad). i'm hardly infatuated with kurt cobain. i hardly like nirvana. i just had nothing else to do. i just about punched in a wall that night.
i had a really strange dream last night. it made me miss someone like fucking crazy. shittt
oh, and i also had another dream that kimya dawson had her baby. what the fuck!
ann's my boss. she's a very large lady and she's one of those people who feels empowered by her body type. on four seperate occasions in the past two days, she has started talking about how fucking huge her hands are. she's very anal, and she's also one of those people who will talk your ear off if she knows what she's doing. but not answer you if she doesn't.
kelly is the girl who's training me. she's around 30, but she looks twelve. she's a certified lab technician.
moresly is a cynical bastard who is all about worker's compensation. which i think is hilarious. he wears a big gothcore chain, and has two jobs and no car.
patrick is half my size, and has a john trevolta chin. he's really nice but he seems shy. he makes fun of how tall he is a lot.
i've been in a bad mood because most of my friends are complete assholes. what did i ever do to you? the least you could do is try to give a shit when you're around me. i'm not wasting anymore time or effort because i don't have any to spare.
my mom has turned into a human breathalizer. and i was watching gus van sant's last days and she freaked out and sent my dad in to talk to me about her "concerns". my dad was like "lauren, you know this movie doesn't have a happy ending. why are you watching it?" and then my mom came in crying and asked me why i was so infatuated with him (kurt cobain, not my dad). i'm hardly infatuated with kurt cobain. i hardly like nirvana. i just had nothing else to do. i just about punched in a wall that night.
i had a really strange dream last night. it made me miss someone like fucking crazy. shittt
oh, and i also had another dream that kimya dawson had her baby. what the fuck!