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Hee. Watched Lock Stock and 2 Smoking Barrels again last night. Guy Ritchie is a tiny god. So are the Jasons. I want a pair of Jasons for my court jesters. They play off of each other so very well.
Had another breakdown yesterday, my third in as many days, ugh, ugh, and double ugh. Fortunately we found my birth certificate and name change certificate, so we now have proof that I exist as a citizen of this country, no matter how much I may or may not like the fact. That did much to assuage my unease about... well, a lot of job-related things. The end result being I think I've managed to get through the next 24 hours without another breakdown, go me. Reset the clock, start all over again, it's like being an alcoholic but I've managed this far. And as much as I may not want to think so, He's right. I can't give up. And I can be strong; I'm stronger than I think, sometimes.
And hey, it never rains but it pours, and it can't rain all the time. Had an appointment with a temp agency today, then got a phone call when I got home from another company asking me if I could interview tomorrow afternoon. And then got a call back from the same agency asking if I could work tomorrow. So here's hoping the one company doesn't penalize me for rescheduling my interview for the next day, and here's hoping something very good comes out of this temp job. Besides money, because I know I'm going to at least get enough to finish covering the bills for the next month. I really need to get my driving license, though. At least it's a walk-in type thing and not a schedule-a-test-months-in-advance type thing. Stupid maneuverability.
So, I'm doing better. Did some more work on the LXG fic that only two people are reading. BLEH. Except on fanfic.net, which.. I don't know why people on the slash community are complaining. That's apparently the only place I can get anyone to review anything I post. Oh well. At least I do have some comments. and then sometime .. tonight? Next week? I can work on some cobbled together fanart for the story. Or maybe I can save the pics to disk and actually try and make some use out of my crappy-screen laptop. It's been a while since I've had time or inclination to cobble together fanart for anything.
Hrr. What else. Had a minor heart attack the other day when Gretchen-kitty appeared to be sick... listless, didn't want to play, anything. Seems that we just fed her too much chicken. I swear, the kitty's getting spoiled on human-food. It's great. I love having a cat again.
Oop, there goes my ex-boyfriend-now-sullen-and-quiet-roommate. He hasn't come out of his room except to eat in days. I wonder what the hell he's doing in there.. jerking off? Hell. I don't really care. As long as he's not conspiring to take any of my stuff (he already reads and snitches my mail if I'm not careful), go through my journal (which he's done once) or anything else, he can do what he likes.
Durble durble. As I said, watched Lock Stock yesterday. That gave me a happy for the rest of the evening. I adore the Jasons Statham and Flemyng. I think I might pick up Deep Rising on VHS soon just for Jason Flemyng with a beautiful mop of hair and sweet smile... despite the fact that he plays a snarking vicious mercenary. And I need to get The Transporter, and LXG when it comes out on DVD. And I adore Guy Ritchie, too, for being such a damn good filmmaker. And Sting! Whee! What can be better, I ask you.
Wow. Watching The Rock... I never realized how much of a cluster fuck that movie became. For the characters, not the movie in general.
So, not much going on, but good signs on the job horizon. Sitting here at my desk feeling full and listening to the German Rubber Ducky Techno song. And I'm going to change the damn channel because all these dead bodies and depressing soundtrack is just... bleh. I guess I'll go write some and work on some fanart.
Ta!
Had another breakdown yesterday, my third in as many days, ugh, ugh, and double ugh. Fortunately we found my birth certificate and name change certificate, so we now have proof that I exist as a citizen of this country, no matter how much I may or may not like the fact. That did much to assuage my unease about... well, a lot of job-related things. The end result being I think I've managed to get through the next 24 hours without another breakdown, go me. Reset the clock, start all over again, it's like being an alcoholic but I've managed this far. And as much as I may not want to think so, He's right. I can't give up. And I can be strong; I'm stronger than I think, sometimes.
And hey, it never rains but it pours, and it can't rain all the time. Had an appointment with a temp agency today, then got a phone call when I got home from another company asking me if I could interview tomorrow afternoon. And then got a call back from the same agency asking if I could work tomorrow. So here's hoping the one company doesn't penalize me for rescheduling my interview for the next day, and here's hoping something very good comes out of this temp job. Besides money, because I know I'm going to at least get enough to finish covering the bills for the next month. I really need to get my driving license, though. At least it's a walk-in type thing and not a schedule-a-test-months-in-advance type thing. Stupid maneuverability.
So, I'm doing better. Did some more work on the LXG fic that only two people are reading. BLEH. Except on fanfic.net, which.. I don't know why people on the slash community are complaining. That's apparently the only place I can get anyone to review anything I post. Oh well. At least I do have some comments. and then sometime .. tonight? Next week? I can work on some cobbled together fanart for the story. Or maybe I can save the pics to disk and actually try and make some use out of my crappy-screen laptop. It's been a while since I've had time or inclination to cobble together fanart for anything.
Hrr. What else. Had a minor heart attack the other day when Gretchen-kitty appeared to be sick... listless, didn't want to play, anything. Seems that we just fed her too much chicken. I swear, the kitty's getting spoiled on human-food. It's great. I love having a cat again.
Oop, there goes my ex-boyfriend-now-sullen-and-quiet-roommate. He hasn't come out of his room except to eat in days. I wonder what the hell he's doing in there.. jerking off? Hell. I don't really care. As long as he's not conspiring to take any of my stuff (he already reads and snitches my mail if I'm not careful), go through my journal (which he's done once) or anything else, he can do what he likes.
Durble durble. As I said, watched Lock Stock yesterday. That gave me a happy for the rest of the evening. I adore the Jasons Statham and Flemyng. I think I might pick up Deep Rising on VHS soon just for Jason Flemyng with a beautiful mop of hair and sweet smile... despite the fact that he plays a snarking vicious mercenary. And I need to get The Transporter, and LXG when it comes out on DVD. And I adore Guy Ritchie, too, for being such a damn good filmmaker. And Sting! Whee! What can be better, I ask you.
Wow. Watching The Rock... I never realized how much of a cluster fuck that movie became. For the characters, not the movie in general.
So, not much going on, but good signs on the job horizon. Sitting here at my desk feeling full and listening to the German Rubber Ducky Techno song. And I'm going to change the damn channel because all these dead bodies and depressing soundtrack is just... bleh. I guess I'll go write some and work on some fanart.
Ta!
