Oct 14, 2004 15:58
Got a call from the potential job today requesting a w-2 from a prior job. I told them I just moved and would have to look for it, but honestly I have NO idea what fucking box that would be in or even wether or not I didn't just throw all that shit out regardless of wether or not you're supposed to hang onto those things for years and years. Nah, I remember seeing them so I must still have them, but its going to mean digging through countless boxes and that I am not to thrilled to sit down and do. 'Can't they just call them?' I whined to myself.
I did some gratuitous cash spending today, got a shirt custom made for Stephen (it says 'Security' on the front and 'Blanket' on the back, he keeps talking about making one but hasn't in the year that I've known him so I just did it for him) and bought some (more) grey chords and two pairs of black semi-dressy pants for myself that were actually in my size. This is only odd because I never buy things in my size, especially men's clothes (because almost always I end up buying men's pants, as these today were, and usually I like them big and baggy.) The chords are cute, so grey. I have this thing for grey chords, I like them a lot. Thinking of doing something horribly evil and slicing up those hot pvc pants and making them into a skirt. Oh yes, it could be done, and it would be easy-- and do I ever wear skirts? About as much as I wear pvc pants, honestly-- next to never. But my sis has these awesome knee high shit-kicker combat boots she NEVER wears and she said I could borrow them whenever I wanted. If you're gonna wear something like that, should be able to show them off, no? I think so.
So the Kellie does not hate me. Going out with her and James tonight. :D