i'd die in your arms if you were dead too
I've found that pretty things make me happy. As do expensive things. I work at an electronics playground known as Best Buy, and I've discovered something sold there that I want really fucking badly. Moreso than the Xbox 360, PS3, and Wii combined with all the games I'd ever need... And that is the following: The Samsung 30" Widescreen SlimFit High Definition Television set.
It's on display at the store with a 360 plugged into it. I've walked by it everyday for the past four months and every time I see it, I plan the strategy to get it from that store into my bedroom and onto my TV stand. With my discount, I'd get it well under $600. The one currently in here? It's great and all, but it's not HD, doesn't have enough inputs for all my gaming toys, and let's fucking face it, nowhere near as cool as the TV I've been eyeballing. God, I want one.
My current plan is: Should the Christmas bonuses go through at work (anywhere from $500 to $2000 bucks for a full-timer), that TV will be my Christmas present to myself! The old one will find a happy home when I sell it to a friend, maybe. Of course, this is all in the planning stages. If you are interested in my 27" RCA, raise your greedy hands and I just might oblige.
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For some reason, all this week has been eerily pleasant. Now, I'm not against having a good day. Everyone has good days. But usually my good days are little packages surrounded by mountains of shitty days, uneventful days, and plain fucking boring days. Right now, I'm up to a week plus of good days. If I make it to a month, god help me, I might smile and be......."cheery"... Not a disposition I'm aware of ever having before.
I think the culprits of my good fortune and mood have to be my current employment and income. It's so hard to believe I work at a place where I haven't wanted to walk in every goddamn day with a shotgun, a machete, and a bagful of grenades and go fucking apeshit on coworkers and customers alike until the Marines arrive to "neutralize" me.
Maybe another point is that I'm not in school anymore. You'd have to either not know me or be able to tune me out very effectively to not know my feelings about my time in college. Now, I'm free of all that bullshit and it feels like a weight is just gone.
Then again, I always get excited around this time of year. My birthday is close and I'll be turning 21 in a short week and a half. Plus with my birthday, it usually commemorates the end of summer and start of autumn, my favorite time of year. Why is it my favorite time of year? I'll tell you person with my typeface. It's because that shitty weather pattern where there is no rain, no wind, no clouds, no escape from the sun and humidity and sweat and haze and dreadful period in the middle of the year that turns north Florida into a goddamn hellhole between May and August is dissipating and the cool breezes and lovely weather fit for my favorite hoodie comes out and I can be mad for reasons better than being hot and sweaty.
I don't even get summer anymore. I never go to the beach, I hate the sun, I hate other people, and I hate going into the ocean. I'm always afraid I'll loseparts to sharks be it a face or a fingernail, I stay out of the goddamn water. And now, after the Crocodile Hunter died by stingray, I'm not taking any fucking chances.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm in a good mood. So fuck you guys.
argo. (mtc)
Listening to: bush - "little things" : sixteen stone - [04:24]
It's on display at the store with a 360 plugged into it. I've walked by it everyday for the past four months and every time I see it, I plan the strategy to get it from that store into my bedroom and onto my TV stand. With my discount, I'd get it well under $600. The one currently in here? It's great and all, but it's not HD, doesn't have enough inputs for all my gaming toys, and let's fucking face it, nowhere near as cool as the TV I've been eyeballing. God, I want one.
My current plan is: Should the Christmas bonuses go through at work (anywhere from $500 to $2000 bucks for a full-timer), that TV will be my Christmas present to myself! The old one will find a happy home when I sell it to a friend, maybe. Of course, this is all in the planning stages. If you are interested in my 27" RCA, raise your greedy hands and I just might oblige.
==
For some reason, all this week has been eerily pleasant. Now, I'm not against having a good day. Everyone has good days. But usually my good days are little packages surrounded by mountains of shitty days, uneventful days, and plain fucking boring days. Right now, I'm up to a week plus of good days. If I make it to a month, god help me, I might smile and be......."cheery"... Not a disposition I'm aware of ever having before.
I think the culprits of my good fortune and mood have to be my current employment and income. It's so hard to believe I work at a place where I haven't wanted to walk in every goddamn day with a shotgun, a machete, and a bagful of grenades and go fucking apeshit on coworkers and customers alike until the Marines arrive to "neutralize" me.
Maybe another point is that I'm not in school anymore. You'd have to either not know me or be able to tune me out very effectively to not know my feelings about my time in college. Now, I'm free of all that bullshit and it feels like a weight is just gone.
Then again, I always get excited around this time of year. My birthday is close and I'll be turning 21 in a short week and a half. Plus with my birthday, it usually commemorates the end of summer and start of autumn, my favorite time of year. Why is it my favorite time of year? I'll tell you person with my typeface. It's because that shitty weather pattern where there is no rain, no wind, no clouds, no escape from the sun and humidity and sweat and haze and dreadful period in the middle of the year that turns north Florida into a goddamn hellhole between May and August is dissipating and the cool breezes and lovely weather fit for my favorite hoodie comes out and I can be mad for reasons better than being hot and sweaty.
I don't even get summer anymore. I never go to the beach, I hate the sun, I hate other people, and I hate going into the ocean. I'm always afraid I'll loseparts to sharks be it a face or a fingernail, I stay out of the goddamn water. And now, after the Crocodile Hunter died by stingray, I'm not taking any fucking chances.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm in a good mood. So fuck you guys.
argo. (mtc)
Listening to: bush - "little things" : sixteen stone - [04:24]