kjpepper | (no subject)

It occurred to me this evening picking my way back to the Bolthole from QT over a pretty well iced parking lot and quietly singing "This is the New Shit" (yes, it's possible) to myself that the "babble babble bitch bitch rebel rebel party party" etc bit of the song is quite the exercise in breath control and enunciation.

This evening was okay, despite an extended clusterfuck of delayed appointments, badly executed or lack of communication (none of which were mine, thank goodness) and a profound need for food (which was indeed mine) towards the latter half of it. The good news is that morlock might have a job that won't make him punch things soon. And honestly after chatting with the sweet but understandibly pissed off german girl who'd been waiting for a bus to Vermont since 6:15 (her bus showed up 3 hours late), nothing could have ruined my evening. Uh, the suckage of being at the mercy of public transportation on the days it goes awry. Just reminds me of the days when I'd get to school 45 minutes late and upon arriving at the office to explain why, all I'd have to say was "sick passenger on subway" and I wouldn't get in trouble.

I bloody hate money, and when I got home I got to explore how triggery a subject it actually is - at one point I snapped, hunched up in my chair and yelled "Can we please not talk about this anymore??" which freaked out

sundart,

anzovin AND both cats, which has to be some sort of record. We really do hates it, precious.

Tomorrow is the bloody Cinemark staff meeting and then I'm on until 5:30. After which I have to gently break it to Dad that I won't make it down to NY this weekend, but will the next. Joy and spices. :(