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Hey kids, do you like violence? Wanna shove Nine Inch Nail in both your eyelids? Well shit, I do! And they are coming to NY. Huzzah.
So, this weekend I've got basically nothing important to do. If you all wanna make some plans and toss them by me, please feel free. I'd like to go see Chronicles of Narnia this weekend since I've yet to subject myself to its epic yumminess. Amity had made mention of wanting to see it, and she owes me a movie (since she SLEPT through RENT omg bitch). Nerds are welcome to come along with.
At work last night, we had our company Christmas wtfever-it-is. Holiday Party, to be PC and all that bullshit. There were prizes handed out (shitty things, like an hour off of work paid or whatever) and general announcements made. Once again, there was not an interpreter provided for the Deaf employees. Instead of bitching about it, I got right up front and started interpreting. Management (and I use the term LOOSELY) didn't know what to do about it. I got to talk a little bit of shit, though. Like, Mike calling the one manager a homo and I agreed and said he was an asshole. After the meeting, do you think anyone from management thanked me? Nope. But you know what? I don't give a shit because I didn't do it for them. I did it for the Deaf employees that had a right to know what was being said - considering part of the meeting were instructions to go home early.
I know I do good, and that's all I need.
Aw, the squirrels outside are being so fat and adorable. Oh! Which reminds me - I went to Petsmart to get feeder fish for my fatty Juliet, and they had a sign that said "Free Crayfish". I was like, "ORLY?!" so I snatched them right up! There were two little ones - really very adorable. I named them Pansy and Draco (because one kept playing dead and the other was a pissy little brat) -- but sadly, Pansy didn't make it. I cry. Draco is doing well, though, and doesn't seem too broken up about the death of his little friend. Rather, this brings me to a more ironic story of silly crustacean pets:
I was putting the crickets into Samwise Froggee's tank, feeder guppies in with Tater Tot, some goldfish in for Juliet and ... plop! I accidentally dropped Draco into Juliet's tank! I had dropped Pansy's dead body in there and she chowed it -- which made me frown, but that was the point of putting her in there. (It's good for Juliet to eat that crap.) So when Draco plopped in I was upset as hell. I ran over and grabbed the net-scoop-thing and dove into the tank to save him from impending doom. Juliet was not having it. She grabbed Draco and shoved him under her, and burried him. She layed on top of him and poofed out (as best as a lobster/crayfish can). I tried to push her off with the net and she attacked it viciously - it scared me, so I pulled my hand out of the tank.
I figured that if she wanted to eat him that badly, I had only had him a few hours and it'd be good for her. There'd be other days and other crayfish. I left, wishing not to expirience the crunchy death of the baby crayfish. A couple hours later, I went in to see how she was doing and she was feeding Draco. She had pulled all the soft parts out of the tail of the dead crayfish and was spitting it at him. She ate the shell, and left the soft part for Draco - when the feeder fish tried to eat it, she'd attack them. It was ridiculous. I've never seen anything like it.
However, after a couple days I realized I really hearted Draco and didn't want to tempt Juliet. She might have a hungry-feeling day and eat him, and I'd be super sad. So, after being pinched so hard it broke the skin, I got Draco out. Juliet is still kind of mad at me. She acts like she's going to fight me, and keeps making nests. I feel bad for her, but I don't want to chance it. I've seen her be nice to fish an then gain their trust and EAT them. She's clever - or not hungry. I'd rather personify her as being clever xD
And that's it ;3 Call if you want to make plans: five.eight.five. two.nine.three. three.three.two.three
So, this weekend I've got basically nothing important to do. If you all wanna make some plans and toss them by me, please feel free. I'd like to go see Chronicles of Narnia this weekend since I've yet to subject myself to its epic yumminess. Amity had made mention of wanting to see it, and she owes me a movie (since she SLEPT through RENT omg bitch). Nerds are welcome to come along with.
At work last night, we had our company Christmas wtfever-it-is. Holiday Party, to be PC and all that bullshit. There were prizes handed out (shitty things, like an hour off of work paid or whatever) and general announcements made. Once again, there was not an interpreter provided for the Deaf employees. Instead of bitching about it, I got right up front and started interpreting. Management (and I use the term LOOSELY) didn't know what to do about it. I got to talk a little bit of shit, though. Like, Mike calling the one manager a homo and I agreed and said he was an asshole. After the meeting, do you think anyone from management thanked me? Nope. But you know what? I don't give a shit because I didn't do it for them. I did it for the Deaf employees that had a right to know what was being said - considering part of the meeting were instructions to go home early.
I know I do good, and that's all I need.
Aw, the squirrels outside are being so fat and adorable. Oh! Which reminds me - I went to Petsmart to get feeder fish for my fatty Juliet, and they had a sign that said "Free Crayfish". I was like, "ORLY?!" so I snatched them right up! There were two little ones - really very adorable. I named them Pansy and Draco (because one kept playing dead and the other was a pissy little brat) -- but sadly, Pansy didn't make it. I cry. Draco is doing well, though, and doesn't seem too broken up about the death of his little friend. Rather, this brings me to a more ironic story of silly crustacean pets:
I was putting the crickets into Samwise Froggee's tank, feeder guppies in with Tater Tot, some goldfish in for Juliet and ... plop! I accidentally dropped Draco into Juliet's tank! I had dropped Pansy's dead body in there and she chowed it -- which made me frown, but that was the point of putting her in there. (It's good for Juliet to eat that crap.) So when Draco plopped in I was upset as hell. I ran over and grabbed the net-scoop-thing and dove into the tank to save him from impending doom. Juliet was not having it. She grabbed Draco and shoved him under her, and burried him. She layed on top of him and poofed out (as best as a lobster/crayfish can). I tried to push her off with the net and she attacked it viciously - it scared me, so I pulled my hand out of the tank.
I figured that if she wanted to eat him that badly, I had only had him a few hours and it'd be good for her. There'd be other days and other crayfish. I left, wishing not to expirience the crunchy death of the baby crayfish. A couple hours later, I went in to see how she was doing and she was feeding Draco. She had pulled all the soft parts out of the tail of the dead crayfish and was spitting it at him. She ate the shell, and left the soft part for Draco - when the feeder fish tried to eat it, she'd attack them. It was ridiculous. I've never seen anything like it.
However, after a couple days I realized I really hearted Draco and didn't want to tempt Juliet. She might have a hungry-feeling day and eat him, and I'd be super sad. So, after being pinched so hard it broke the skin, I got Draco out. Juliet is still kind of mad at me. She acts like she's going to fight me, and keeps making nests. I feel bad for her, but I don't want to chance it. I've seen her be nice to fish an then gain their trust and EAT them. She's clever - or not hungry. I'd rather personify her as being clever xD
And that's it ;3 Call if you want to make plans: five.eight.five. two.nine.three. three.three.two.three