sort of things
Ah, life...! I'm going to do what I always do when I feel that I can't be coherent: Make a list!
1. Listen, customer lady. We sell tons and tons of shit in this store. Please don't ever expect me to know the original price of an item that's on sale. I mean, why in the flying Mary Sue monkey hell would I know that? What do you think I am, an android whose brain is hooked up to the pricing system of the store? Huh? What's wrong with you?
2. Sent an e-mail off to one of the sellers of the cheaper, used ass-pensive Japanese dictionaries, asking what the publication date is. If I'm paying that much for a book I want a modern one. No answer yet.
3. My parents were watching Gordon Ramsay's TV show. More bleeping than the Osbournes. I am amused.
4. I've decided that I really must find a way to work for myself. If it takes pushing the graphic design business forward until I can make a good living off of it, then I'll throw myself at it. The inconsistent, asinine policies of my workplace are more than sufficient to convince me that I'll never be able to bear working for others.
5. I wanna get back on writing again. I've been thinking about my own characters lately, something I haven't done in a little while. Specifically, I really like Amy. I want to make her into a kind of Indiana Jones, without the cheese. But I don't think I should try any new stories just yet; I haven't even finished "Eva" and "Eyes." Think I'll try to work on "Eyes" first since it's at least a short story. Or maybe a sort of weird two-short-story bastard child...
6. Raffles, don't sniff Shiki's head like that... She doesn't like having her hair touched. Especially, I imagine, not by gigantic jerk cats.
7. My copy of MBAA isn't here yet. I really hope it doesn't get lost somewhere. I'm pretty sure there's no insurance on it.
1. Listen, customer lady. We sell tons and tons of shit in this store. Please don't ever expect me to know the original price of an item that's on sale. I mean, why in the flying Mary Sue monkey hell would I know that? What do you think I am, an android whose brain is hooked up to the pricing system of the store? Huh? What's wrong with you?
2. Sent an e-mail off to one of the sellers of the cheaper, used ass-pensive Japanese dictionaries, asking what the publication date is. If I'm paying that much for a book I want a modern one. No answer yet.
3. My parents were watching Gordon Ramsay's TV show. More bleeping than the Osbournes. I am amused.
4. I've decided that I really must find a way to work for myself. If it takes pushing the graphic design business forward until I can make a good living off of it, then I'll throw myself at it. The inconsistent, asinine policies of my workplace are more than sufficient to convince me that I'll never be able to bear working for others.
5. I wanna get back on writing again. I've been thinking about my own characters lately, something I haven't done in a little while. Specifically, I really like Amy. I want to make her into a kind of Indiana Jones, without the cheese. But I don't think I should try any new stories just yet; I haven't even finished "Eva" and "Eyes." Think I'll try to work on "Eyes" first since it's at least a short story. Or maybe a sort of weird two-short-story bastard child...
6. Raffles, don't sniff Shiki's head like that... She doesn't like having her hair touched. Especially, I imagine, not by gigantic jerk cats.
7. My copy of MBAA isn't here yet. I really hope it doesn't get lost somewhere. I'm pretty sure there's no insurance on it.