Lick it, lick it!
You have to love those Beastie Boys. They have mastered the art of subtlety, no? ...note the sarcasm, folks...ANYWHO.
I posted this in the HP community, but I'll go ahead and put it here too--
If anybody has Draco/Hermione or Draco/Ginny fic suggestions, send them my way! I've got a lot of Snape/Hermione links already, but...yeah, I need my Draco fill. And not in the slashy way.
Work was crazy today. I about snapped during lunch at James. He seriously had me at the fucking edge. They hit me w/like 4 tables at once, and James catches me accidentally putting green onions instead of parsley on this guy's bowl of gumbo. Dude, when you're in a hurry green stuff in a jar is green stuff in a jar! But James sees this and flips shit; and, of course, instead of just saying "No, wait, that gets parsley" he just yells at me for 5 min. about how I should always check about things if I'm not sure and I should know my garnishes by now and yadda yadda yadda. Meanwhile I've been sat another table and am late getting their drinks AND getting the dude's gumbo out, cause he's so busy blowing my head off. Cause I'm sure he was the world's best waiter on HIS 2nd day of work. Mmhmm. Right. And obviously the guy didn't really mind the green onions on his FIRST bowl of gumbo, cause he gave me a really good tip.
Ah, and THEN we run out of those little individual creamers so India tells me there's a little teapot in the satellite and I can put creamer in that. So I carry the carton to the satellite to fill the little teapot but James stops me halfway and practically yells "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! DON'T EVER CARRY SOMETHING OUT FROM THE KITCHEN! WHO TOLD YOU TO DO THAT?! ARE YOU POURING THAT IN SOMEONE'S COFFEE?!" He was sooo afraid that I'm a big fucking retard and would actually POUR THE CREAM FROM THE CARTON INTO SOMEBODY'S COFFEE. And, of course, he was afraid that somebody would see that we got our cream from a carton...what, like they think we produce our own cream at Red Lobster? Like...we have cows in the back and we milk them just for the coffee? Ex-squeeze me? Baking powder?
WHAT a jackass.
Dinner was reasonable; I wasn't swamped at least. Made some decent $ in tips today, which is a v. good thing.
Hee, and one MORE good thing about dinner...Thomas sort of indirectly asked me out. You know, Thomas, also known as Sexy Thomas From Work. Yeah. OK, yum. He's so...Draco Malfoy! I swear, that's the only way I can describe him. Rich, blonde, cocky, sarcastic...sexy as all hell. *pants* Yeah. So I was dumping some dishes in the dishroom. Coversation went somewhat like this...
Him: So, do you ever go out? Like to bars and stuff?
Me: Kinda; not around here usually, though, if I go out I usually go to Charlotte.
Him: Yeah, Gastonia kinda sucks for nightlife.
Me: Mmhmm, plus I don't really have any friends around here and I don't want to go out by myself.
Him: Yeah...
Me: *plays with straw*
Him: *messing with apron* Well you know if you ever wanta go out or like...do something...or something...yeah, just ask me. Or I'll let you know if something's going on. You know, if there IS anything going on...
Me: OK.
Him: I mean if you WANT to...like...go out or anything...
Me: Definitely. I'm always up for going out. Yeah, just let me know what's goin on.
Him: Yeah...OK. *takes off carrying pitcher of tea*
*giggles* So was that just cute or WHAT? My own personal Draco Malfoy. Or something like that. Am not getting my hopes up, now, but hey, I enjoy my idle fantasies sometimes!
And speaking of men, I have a fantastic plan to make Chris grovel for being a jackass. Chris=v. cute singer for This Day An Age (go to www.thisdayanage.com and look at the pictures if you need proof) who said he really liked me and then went MIA for like a month among other things. Anywho, next weekend I'm going up to Greenville to see them play and visit w/Sa and everyone. So here's my plan. I show up wherever I'm gonna be seeing him, probably at the show, and look absolutely irresistable. Yet I don't talk to him. Maybe make eye contact, give him a big smile, then ignore him. THEN I send Kim over to rip him a new asshole about being a jerk b/c she's really good at that. And then, if everything goes according to plan, the groveling should begin. Go me.
It may jump from thing to thing, but the dancing is
unbeleivable...Who can keep their eyes off of
it? You're Fosse!! Live for the Moment....
What Broadway Musical Are You?
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I posted this in the HP community, but I'll go ahead and put it here too--
If anybody has Draco/Hermione or Draco/Ginny fic suggestions, send them my way! I've got a lot of Snape/Hermione links already, but...yeah, I need my Draco fill. And not in the slashy way.
Work was crazy today. I about snapped during lunch at James. He seriously had me at the fucking edge. They hit me w/like 4 tables at once, and James catches me accidentally putting green onions instead of parsley on this guy's bowl of gumbo. Dude, when you're in a hurry green stuff in a jar is green stuff in a jar! But James sees this and flips shit; and, of course, instead of just saying "No, wait, that gets parsley" he just yells at me for 5 min. about how I should always check about things if I'm not sure and I should know my garnishes by now and yadda yadda yadda. Meanwhile I've been sat another table and am late getting their drinks AND getting the dude's gumbo out, cause he's so busy blowing my head off. Cause I'm sure he was the world's best waiter on HIS 2nd day of work. Mmhmm. Right. And obviously the guy didn't really mind the green onions on his FIRST bowl of gumbo, cause he gave me a really good tip.
Ah, and THEN we run out of those little individual creamers so India tells me there's a little teapot in the satellite and I can put creamer in that. So I carry the carton to the satellite to fill the little teapot but James stops me halfway and practically yells "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! DON'T EVER CARRY SOMETHING OUT FROM THE KITCHEN! WHO TOLD YOU TO DO THAT?! ARE YOU POURING THAT IN SOMEONE'S COFFEE?!" He was sooo afraid that I'm a big fucking retard and would actually POUR THE CREAM FROM THE CARTON INTO SOMEBODY'S COFFEE. And, of course, he was afraid that somebody would see that we got our cream from a carton...what, like they think we produce our own cream at Red Lobster? Like...we have cows in the back and we milk them just for the coffee? Ex-squeeze me? Baking powder?
WHAT a jackass.
Dinner was reasonable; I wasn't swamped at least. Made some decent $ in tips today, which is a v. good thing.
Hee, and one MORE good thing about dinner...Thomas sort of indirectly asked me out. You know, Thomas, also known as Sexy Thomas From Work. Yeah. OK, yum. He's so...Draco Malfoy! I swear, that's the only way I can describe him. Rich, blonde, cocky, sarcastic...sexy as all hell. *pants* Yeah. So I was dumping some dishes in the dishroom. Coversation went somewhat like this...
Him: So, do you ever go out? Like to bars and stuff?
Me: Kinda; not around here usually, though, if I go out I usually go to Charlotte.
Him: Yeah, Gastonia kinda sucks for nightlife.
Me: Mmhmm, plus I don't really have any friends around here and I don't want to go out by myself.
Him: Yeah...
Me: *plays with straw*
Him: *messing with apron* Well you know if you ever wanta go out or like...do something...or something...yeah, just ask me. Or I'll let you know if something's going on. You know, if there IS anything going on...
Me: OK.
Him: I mean if you WANT to...like...go out or anything...
Me: Definitely. I'm always up for going out. Yeah, just let me know what's goin on.
Him: Yeah...OK. *takes off carrying pitcher of tea*
*giggles* So was that just cute or WHAT? My own personal Draco Malfoy. Or something like that. Am not getting my hopes up, now, but hey, I enjoy my idle fantasies sometimes!
And speaking of men, I have a fantastic plan to make Chris grovel for being a jackass. Chris=v. cute singer for This Day An Age (go to www.thisdayanage.com and look at the pictures if you need proof) who said he really liked me and then went MIA for like a month among other things. Anywho, next weekend I'm going up to Greenville to see them play and visit w/Sa and everyone. So here's my plan. I show up wherever I'm gonna be seeing him, probably at the show, and look absolutely irresistable. Yet I don't talk to him. Maybe make eye contact, give him a big smile, then ignore him. THEN I send Kim over to rip him a new asshole about being a jerk b/c she's really good at that. And then, if everything goes according to plan, the groveling should begin. Go me.
It may jump from thing to thing, but the dancing is
unbeleivable...Who can keep their eyes off of
it? You're Fosse!! Live for the Moment....
What Broadway Musical Are You?
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