Wednesday, Oct. 6, 2004 - 4:53 pm
The monkey replaces the keynote speaker's notes with a list of dumb-blonde jokes at a feminist convention in Montpelier, Vermont.
why the fuck do i read these old emails? i think it's time to spring clean some of my saved folders and documents.
so i went and did the whole training class ditty on south street. and last night was my first at work. it was a little surreal, i have to admit. for the first 20 minutes i found myself looking up from folding and stacking and thinking, "i really fucking work at the Gap...?" 16 year old me is shaking her fist at present me from some space-time contiuum, i just know it.
so my co-workers seem pretty nifty. rich seemd shady and aloof at first, but we started to joke around about sex and animal plant, so he warmed up. edwin is very funny and very gay, so he was immediately my favorite. (hello, my name is angie, and i am a fag hag. i just fell off the pink wagon again...) kubra, the manager was friendly and bitching about being there till 2 a.m. gotta love a boss with an abhorring amount of expletives to throw around at helpless manaquins. and of course, vanessa, my good ol'/new buddy.
did i mention they made me sing outloud, in front of all of them, a capella? i could fold clothes properly for 5 minutes, my hands were shaking so badly. apparently, their favorite pasttime is belting out catchy r&b tunes while they work, so they bullied me into a few bars. apparently, i was satisfactory, because they clapped, exclaimed, "oh shit, girl, you can sing, what the hell were you bitching about?" and left me alone for a moment so i could collect myself. jesus, you'd think after being in choir my entire life and doing every school play that came along would have stamped out any performance anxiety i've ever entertained.
god, why do i save all of these im conversations? a few in particular feel like i'm ripping open old wounds... not so old, i suppose...
the delete key is getting warmer and warmer.
so this whole quitting smoking deal--i loathe it. and it's not fucking working. not because i lack the will-power (although, admittedly, i was a fucking psycho yesterday after going without a cigarette for 9 straight hours). no, fits aside, i can handle. it's ben who halts the damn proccess every time. and it was his fucking idea.
but hey, if he keeps buying 'em, i'll keep smoking 'em.
sucker.
hm, this one had a sad overtone but made me happy. nick is a good guy. sometimes you forget how nice and sincere some of your friends are when they're hundreds of miles away...
speaking of hundreds of miles away in a big gay city that likes to suck in your best friends and hold them hostage for months at a time.... i miss bron. she'll be home in 2 or 3 months, but it still seems so fucking far off. i'm looking forward to meeting her very own ben... i just hope our bens don't like, go to shake hands and wind up absorbing each other and meld into one...
dude, it'd be like an old school power rangers episode when they all join forces at the end of every episode to make that giant, ass-kicking dinosaur that totally wiped out all of the bad guys.
mm, benosaurus.
i should patent my homemade otameal and sell it to paul newman.
mm, patents...
aaight, i have to expell some urine and grab a shitty but effective marlboro light.
peace.
