What the hell is a "Bullet Witch"?
Scott is currently murdering 3 storey-high mutants whilst dressed in a kimono and heels - he's playing a game called "Bullet Witch" (that's gotta be a direct translation from the japanese!). I wonder if there's some unwritten code amongst japanese game designers that ALL female characters have to have 24 inch waists, sport Egyptian-style bondage wear, and lark about in 6 inch stiletto boots. C'mon guys! Give me a "look" that I can run with........
Another 7.5 hours of my life wasted guarding my boss's cashdesk, and I'm home again with 2 WHOLE DAYS OFF IN FRONT OF ME. I've got big plans. Mostly, I want to get my latest fanfic idea down: it's been tickling at my cerebellum for the past 4 days but I know that I'll need a good couple of hours to work it all out. A new (and possibly unnecessary) chapter came to me in a dream last night, which has gotta tell me that I'm spending waaaaaaaay too much time thinking about this stuff. If only I could obsess as much about the myriad of untried art ideas banging around inside of me! I also hope to get a halfway decent sketch down on paper before my weekend's through *fingers crossed*.
Talked to Bob yesterday about getting some boot boxes to ship stuff that I sold on eBay last week, and he told me that he'd have to bring the boxes to me as there is a TRESPASSING ORDER AGAINST ME AT FLUEVOG! I can't even set foot in the building to buy shoes!!!! I was unexpectedly shocked and hurt by this development. So much for nobody at the company "badmouthing" me, as the SM had promised! Speaking of the SM, I sent him a reminder email about the reference letter that he promised to write for me, and he emailed me back saying that we could "discuss" it via email next week. Discuss what? fuckface! He asked me if I wanted one, and I accepted - why do I have to negotiate ANYTHING about it with him? That is the absolute LAST TIME that I put my trust in the word of a fundamentalist Christian.
Finally, I'm off tomorrow to get my pretty on. I'm splurging on a much needed cut and colour. Severance pay has it's privileges......
Another 7.5 hours of my life wasted guarding my boss's cashdesk, and I'm home again with 2 WHOLE DAYS OFF IN FRONT OF ME. I've got big plans. Mostly, I want to get my latest fanfic idea down: it's been tickling at my cerebellum for the past 4 days but I know that I'll need a good couple of hours to work it all out. A new (and possibly unnecessary) chapter came to me in a dream last night, which has gotta tell me that I'm spending waaaaaaaay too much time thinking about this stuff. If only I could obsess as much about the myriad of untried art ideas banging around inside of me! I also hope to get a halfway decent sketch down on paper before my weekend's through *fingers crossed*.
Talked to Bob yesterday about getting some boot boxes to ship stuff that I sold on eBay last week, and he told me that he'd have to bring the boxes to me as there is a TRESPASSING ORDER AGAINST ME AT FLUEVOG! I can't even set foot in the building to buy shoes!!!! I was unexpectedly shocked and hurt by this development. So much for nobody at the company "badmouthing" me, as the SM had promised! Speaking of the SM, I sent him a reminder email about the reference letter that he promised to write for me, and he emailed me back saying that we could "discuss" it via email next week. Discuss what? fuckface! He asked me if I wanted one, and I accepted - why do I have to negotiate ANYTHING about it with him? That is the absolute LAST TIME that I put my trust in the word of a fundamentalist Christian.
Finally, I'm off tomorrow to get my pretty on. I'm splurging on a much needed cut and colour. Severance pay has it's privileges......