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Worked in the church office today at the volunteer desk, and it was completely dead. The phone rang maybe six times. I played a lot of solitaire and browsed bpal.org. I decided against browsing my flist since the monitor faces the pastors' offices and y'all have a habit of posting a lot of porn. I typed up some transfer forms using a typewriter. I felt so retro. I sang to Lydia, the church cockatiel, and got her to hop onto my finger and whistle with me. I noticed the braided trunks on the "trees" lining the walk next to the office and realized that they're really wisteria. I played a lot of solitaire. I tried to decide if I want to give something up for Lent. I considered coffee, but that wouldn't just make me suffer, that would make everyone around me suffer, too.
Oh, and note to self: Never, ever stop at the Starbucks next to Cat. Foothills when the high school has just gotten out. I did that yesterday, and I wanted to murder about 20 of those obnoxious, filthy rich brats. They just swarm the place ordering their fluffy vanilla frappes or whatever, taking 5 minutes apiece to make up their minds, while the adults in line behind them just want some fucking coffee, damnit! I don't think they understood the peril their lives were in. I'll bet the woman next to me dressed entirely in Ann Taylor could really thrown down if she had to, and she looked just as homicidal as I felt. I can see the headline: Starbucks Massacre! Teens Savagely Dismembered by Desperate Mob of Gen Xers and Baby Boomers! Just hurry up and order your fucking hot chocolate, Sparky, some of us here are addicts, OK?
Meme thingy: Five Ways to Tell if You're Reading a Story by Geekwriter143
1. They get right to the fucking. I don't do the whole "figuring out emotions first, then maybe a kiss, then more emotions, then a hand job, then more emotions, then maybe a blow job, then more emotions and a declaration of love, then finally buttsex," thing. Fuck first, feelings later.
2. There are a lot of ridiculously long run-on sentences.
3. There seems to be some sort of prejudice against the word "and."
4. There's nary an epithet in sight.
5. The characters spend a lot of time in bed, sleeping.
That's all I could think of. If you think of another one, let me know.
And in completely uninteresting weather news, it's freezing here. OK, it's in the 60s during the day (15-20°C), but come on! It's February and I'm still wearing sweaters. It about time for it to be summer, damnit! [/completely spoiled Southwestern bitching]
Oh, and note to self: Never, ever stop at the Starbucks next to Cat. Foothills when the high school has just gotten out. I did that yesterday, and I wanted to murder about 20 of those obnoxious, filthy rich brats. They just swarm the place ordering their fluffy vanilla frappes or whatever, taking 5 minutes apiece to make up their minds, while the adults in line behind them just want some fucking coffee, damnit! I don't think they understood the peril their lives were in. I'll bet the woman next to me dressed entirely in Ann Taylor could really thrown down if she had to, and she looked just as homicidal as I felt. I can see the headline: Starbucks Massacre! Teens Savagely Dismembered by Desperate Mob of Gen Xers and Baby Boomers! Just hurry up and order your fucking hot chocolate, Sparky, some of us here are addicts, OK?
Meme thingy: Five Ways to Tell if You're Reading a Story by Geekwriter143
1. They get right to the fucking. I don't do the whole "figuring out emotions first, then maybe a kiss, then more emotions, then a hand job, then more emotions, then maybe a blow job, then more emotions and a declaration of love, then finally buttsex," thing. Fuck first, feelings later.
2. There are a lot of ridiculously long run-on sentences.
3. There seems to be some sort of prejudice against the word "and."
4. There's nary an epithet in sight.
5. The characters spend a lot of time in bed, sleeping.
That's all I could think of. If you think of another one, let me know.
And in completely uninteresting weather news, it's freezing here. OK, it's in the 60s during the day (15-20°C), but come on! It's February and I'm still wearing sweaters. It about time for it to be summer, damnit! [/completely spoiled Southwestern bitching]