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is it just me, or has livejournal gotten it's second wind? or maybe i'm just paying more attention to it now than i was earlier. i know, i know, i sold my soul to facebook. but it was worth, i tell you. granted, i don't know how much i trust these "applications" things. they seem a little shifty, methinks. i've never been one to accept change.
i went on the Harbour Hopper for the first time yesterday, just like an RL tourist. the best part of the tour was when we were actually on the water, and now and then water would spray up onto the boat and drops would hit passengers who were in front. meanwhile, the tour guide (a rather theatrical young man named Bobby) would just laugh carelessly and say something like "well, that's the risk you take by coming on the harbour hopper!", as if said passenger wasn't probably in the process of developing some sort of flesh-eating disease. the locals know better, Bobby. the locals know better.
tomorrow, i'm going to go jogging. i'm going to also finish the rights letter for Tough!.
and i'm going to hang out with The Falve. that will be my reward for doing the first two things.
know who's great? joe cocker. i was listening to one of his albums while i was driving home the other night, and i have decided he is my new guilty pleasure.
in other news, my employment is making me dislike people. not all people. mostly just strangers. ignorant strangers in particular, i.e. EVERY PATRON WHO COMES INTO MY STORE. i'm terribly torn between wanting to earn zee moolah and wanting to keep my sanity. it's a terribly conflicting situation. although, i know in the end i'll take the money, seeing as how there's no substantial proof my sanity was ever really present to begin with.
yesterday, i got my first sunburn in two years. melanoma, here i come.
i love hammocks.
and jeremy piven.
and Obi-Wan's son.
and "Paris, Je T'aime".
and how glen no longer lives at the Y.
and writing in my livejournal again?
and that part of the evening where you can't tell if it's warm or cold.
and my lack of social skills (jessica, ask me about my simon henderson encounter).
and neopolitan ice cream.
and now, if you'll excuse me, my "Welcome Back, Kottar" boxset awaits.
i went on the Harbour Hopper for the first time yesterday, just like an RL tourist. the best part of the tour was when we were actually on the water, and now and then water would spray up onto the boat and drops would hit passengers who were in front. meanwhile, the tour guide (a rather theatrical young man named Bobby) would just laugh carelessly and say something like "well, that's the risk you take by coming on the harbour hopper!", as if said passenger wasn't probably in the process of developing some sort of flesh-eating disease. the locals know better, Bobby. the locals know better.
tomorrow, i'm going to go jogging. i'm going to also finish the rights letter for Tough!.
and i'm going to hang out with The Falve. that will be my reward for doing the first two things.
know who's great? joe cocker. i was listening to one of his albums while i was driving home the other night, and i have decided he is my new guilty pleasure.
in other news, my employment is making me dislike people. not all people. mostly just strangers. ignorant strangers in particular, i.e. EVERY PATRON WHO COMES INTO MY STORE. i'm terribly torn between wanting to earn zee moolah and wanting to keep my sanity. it's a terribly conflicting situation. although, i know in the end i'll take the money, seeing as how there's no substantial proof my sanity was ever really present to begin with.
yesterday, i got my first sunburn in two years. melanoma, here i come.
i love hammocks.
and jeremy piven.
and Obi-Wan's son.
and "Paris, Je T'aime".
and how glen no longer lives at the Y.
and writing in my livejournal again?
and that part of the evening where you can't tell if it's warm or cold.
and my lack of social skills (jessica, ask me about my simon henderson encounter).
and neopolitan ice cream.
and now, if you'll excuse me, my "Welcome Back, Kottar" boxset awaits.