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I've got some extra time before work this morning, so I thought it would be a good time to make a journal post. I had intended on it last night, but I got in at about 4 and knew I had to wake up early, so it was just not going to happen.
First of all, the icon to this post is so beautiful. I wish I could have gotten the whole clip into the icon, because seeing what Adrien is doing to Tori reminds me EXACTLY of that first night Brian really kissed me. I suppose it just has sentimental value.
So yesterday was spent at JC Penney's working of course. They keep sticking me at the Customer Service desk, and though it says they think I have responsibility, it doesn't make the job itself any less frustrating. It's just person after person of complaints, misunderstandings, and bitching. I remember sitting there yesterday just wishing someone could come save me. Even if it meant bringing me a tootsie roll to entertain me. There's nothing more pleasant that seeing a smiling, caring face amidst all the chaos.
so yes. It appears that due to the fact that the word "cashier" is placed next to my name on the schedule, I've got to endure the same thing all over again. Oh pity me.
But after work it got a lot better. I came home and showered, blow dried my hair and curled it, and changed my clothes. Brian asked me to call when I got off, and call I did. He was playing cards at a friends' house, and I was invited to join. When I was there I got to talk to this girl named Sarah and she was so bubbly and had one of those charismatic personalities; I always like meeting new people like her. We watched some of Gone is Sixty Seconds, listened to some decent music, and then the guys pulled out Trivial Pursuit. It's not as easy as I had expected, especially since almost everyone was stumbling over reading the questions. LOL. I don't know; I just had a good old fashioned good time with those people; I'm glad they the good ones still exist in this world.
Instead of the typical late night Denneys rendezvous we generally do, we decided to go to the Parkway Cafe, which was a small 24 hours diner. I dont remember much about it, but I noted that at 3 or so, all the drunks started coming in. Personally, I found that hilarious! The food was decent, and I found a killer picture of an f-hole in the Illinois Times. We read some of the personals and then just conversed and laughed and smiled together. Good deal.
Brian told me I could do a photo shoot of him. In fact, I'd like to do two total. I want to do a series of his body, and then I'd like to move to strictly his hands. He has very nice hands, and I think I could get some excellent pictures of them playing some music. I'm bursting with ideas on how I want to carry this out, but for now I know I'll probably need 2 or 3 rolls of black and white film and a good focused light source. That's not too hard to attain, so I'll be fine.
But we went out to his truck and sat there for awhile; I really felt a reluctance in leaving last night. I just didnt want to at all. However after the good night kiss, I departed, listening to my Tori Amos and singing extra loud when A Sorta Fairy Tale was on.
But now I need to finish completing myself for work. It's a shame I am totally giving in to something I know will make me so unhappy, but eh. Such is life. Submission for a paycheck.
Come see me if you get bored. I'm the only one with the reddest hair. Ha.
ONE MORE THING! Speaking of such, I think I'd decided that I really want to get my nose pierced soon. [Among many things, but the nose wouldn't be too expensive.] I don't know how and when it will happen, but it's one more aspiration to add to the evergrowing list.
And thus concludes.
First of all, the icon to this post is so beautiful. I wish I could have gotten the whole clip into the icon, because seeing what Adrien is doing to Tori reminds me EXACTLY of that first night Brian really kissed me. I suppose it just has sentimental value.
So yesterday was spent at JC Penney's working of course. They keep sticking me at the Customer Service desk, and though it says they think I have responsibility, it doesn't make the job itself any less frustrating. It's just person after person of complaints, misunderstandings, and bitching. I remember sitting there yesterday just wishing someone could come save me. Even if it meant bringing me a tootsie roll to entertain me. There's nothing more pleasant that seeing a smiling, caring face amidst all the chaos.
so yes. It appears that due to the fact that the word "cashier" is placed next to my name on the schedule, I've got to endure the same thing all over again. Oh pity me.
But after work it got a lot better. I came home and showered, blow dried my hair and curled it, and changed my clothes. Brian asked me to call when I got off, and call I did. He was playing cards at a friends' house, and I was invited to join. When I was there I got to talk to this girl named Sarah and she was so bubbly and had one of those charismatic personalities; I always like meeting new people like her. We watched some of Gone is Sixty Seconds, listened to some decent music, and then the guys pulled out Trivial Pursuit. It's not as easy as I had expected, especially since almost everyone was stumbling over reading the questions. LOL. I don't know; I just had a good old fashioned good time with those people; I'm glad they the good ones still exist in this world.
Instead of the typical late night Denneys rendezvous we generally do, we decided to go to the Parkway Cafe, which was a small 24 hours diner. I dont remember much about it, but I noted that at 3 or so, all the drunks started coming in. Personally, I found that hilarious! The food was decent, and I found a killer picture of an f-hole in the Illinois Times. We read some of the personals and then just conversed and laughed and smiled together. Good deal.
Brian told me I could do a photo shoot of him. In fact, I'd like to do two total. I want to do a series of his body, and then I'd like to move to strictly his hands. He has very nice hands, and I think I could get some excellent pictures of them playing some music. I'm bursting with ideas on how I want to carry this out, but for now I know I'll probably need 2 or 3 rolls of black and white film and a good focused light source. That's not too hard to attain, so I'll be fine.
But we went out to his truck and sat there for awhile; I really felt a reluctance in leaving last night. I just didnt want to at all. However after the good night kiss, I departed, listening to my Tori Amos and singing extra loud when A Sorta Fairy Tale was on.
But now I need to finish completing myself for work. It's a shame I am totally giving in to something I know will make me so unhappy, but eh. Such is life. Submission for a paycheck.
Come see me if you get bored. I'm the only one with the reddest hair. Ha.
ONE MORE THING! Speaking of such, I think I'd decided that I really want to get my nose pierced soon. [Among many things, but the nose wouldn't be too expensive.] I don't know how and when it will happen, but it's one more aspiration to add to the evergrowing list.
And thus concludes.