I Hate First Posts

Current music: The Decemberists: Legionaire

First posts of blogs suck, mostly because people feel like they have todo a lot of random introoductory bullshit. But seeing as no one's likely to read this with the possible exception of Kingeh and Sean and possibly a few members of the BoE, well fuck it. You guys know me and I don't have to do that shit. And besides, it's fucking mind-nimbingly boring, as I've said. So I'll try to keep this as stream-pf-conciousness as possible, in order to keep things somewhat entertaining.

King comes in fifteen days, and I can't fucking wait. I want him here now, but since he can't be, two weeks and a day ain't that shabby. And he's staying for two weeks, which is kick-ass. I wonder if that Neartheedge.net dude is gonna IM me again. He's fucking hi-larious. I love his blog. It's so fucking random. I want some taquitos. ima go make some.

*several minutes pass*

I also changed into work clothes and took a shower. Mmm taquitos and warm dr pepper. There would be ice in it but I'm way too lazy for that. I'm wearing really nice clothes today; my bwoan and black tweed pants and a 3/4 sleve black shirt. I look so damned normal. But I had better cause that psycho bigwig might be in there today. Me and Cyler spent most of last night after closing making the store look nice. I did more shrinkwrapping than I ever have working there. There were fucking PS1 games all the fuck over the place. It was annoying as all get-out. Thankfully Cyler is 1) my favourite assistant manager, and 2) the leat anal of the three managers/assistants, so we didn't do all that much extra. That made me hapy. I mean, I like Jay and all, but he's such a psycho sometimes. And Kyle is too, on occassion.

I'm getting increasingly bitter about the whole work thing, too. It looks like Jay is going to keep Josh instead of me or Jason, even though me and Jaso both outclass Josh in job/people skills. Josh is cool to hang out with and all, but sometimes he just says a lot o shit he ought not. He really doesn't know when to quit.

When i was upstairs I was singing really loud to myself. I like doing that when no one' around to hear me but the dog. Cause she tends to just not care. I feel more like myself when I'm either by myself or with King. I just feel like I can be. I don't feel very mch like I can say certain things around my mom and dad for fear of pissing them off, and people at work are, well, people at work.

The thing about humans is, they all have these prepackaged preconcieved notions about other people they know. They think they have you pegged, and they know everything about y0ou, and they usually never do. For example: people see me at work and think 'Oh, a cute blonde. I bet she got the job here cause she wears skirts.' when I actually have a fair amount of knowledge about games. *shrug* I don't understand people. I swear tho, if one more fifteen year old comes up to me and starts going off about how much more he knows about games than I do, someone's collarbone/reproductive organs are going to have to be replaced, and/or removed from anal orifices.

Holy hells I've written a lot... So I'm off for the moment, unless Gaia's still down. Fucking Gaia...

-J