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Apr. 13th, 2007 @ 03:24 pm
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Not much going on, just realized I hadn't fucking posted anything in FOREVAH, so now was an opportune time :)
Still in school, which has it's moments of glory but is usually more of a race to the finish rather than an enjoy the journey kind of experience.
Emily is nearly 6 now and Blake is nearly 5, and I still get no child support for them. Have been to court twice but apparently Anthony (aka the Prince of Darkness, aka HRH The King of the Dickfolds) has gone MIA and the State of Texas remains unable to locate him.
Sadly I am not lucky enough for him to have been hit by a bus. Damn.
Not much else going on other than that, work continues to rule in many many ways. How many jobs pay you wayyyy above minimum wage to come in three days a week, fart around on the computer and do your online classwork, do your laundry while you are at work, and play from many fine selections of bartop machines/classic upright arcade games? Not many, my friends, not many.
I am proud to note that I have the company high score on Frogger, which currently ranks Number 1 in "Games at work that are my bitch." Runescape is currently Number 2 because my boss and I are total dorks and try to outdo each other with our high scores.
Hope all is well with everyone on the f-list, and that everyone had a great easter and has a great weekend!
Love and a donkey punch,
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Sep. 6th, 2006 @ 03:30 pm
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This is the face of a frustrated woman.
School SUCKS. But hopefully the semester will be over before I know it, because if I don't think positively, then why bother thinking at all.
May you all have a fantastic day.
Swine Slut
P.S. I really do love all you guys even though I hardly get to talk to you anymore. (((((HUGS))))) |
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I am still reeling from the shock of SpyDaddy death.
Le sigh.
It should be noted that the only thing that has cheered me up re: my Jack Bristow explosion a-go-go was the suggestion of an Alias Shirt over on the TWOP forums that says "And now is the time on Alias when we DANCE!"
Mine is a sad, pathetic existence. I know, I feel the shame.
Peace out, homies!
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Was totally bummed today, because.....
(a) cracked the rim on my tire last week and had to buy new tire and actual wheel, using up my hard-saved plane ticket money to Vegas. Am now saving again.
(b) above-referenced saving has been thwarted by the evil daycare Nazis who want me to shell out nearly 50 bucks for a cap and gown for Emily's graduation from Pre-K to Kindergarten. You know, so that then they can make me buy ANOTHER ONE NEXT FUCKING YEAR. That's what I get for sending my kids to a private school that protests Planned Parenthood. Yes, I feel the shame.
(c) Electric will apparently be cut off unless I, you know, pay it. With what, I ask, with what?
Day turned around, though. Why, you ask?
(a) One of my aunts is a principal at a local school and wants me to sub once my classes are out (May 2nd) for the rest of the month of May two days a week. While it is always questionable for me to be around impressionable youth, as some of you may know, it is also 65 bucks a day. So, some sweet supplemental cash with which to purchase my Vegas ticket. Yay for me!
(b) I have the BEST FUCKING JOB EVER. They heard me arguing with electric company, and 5 minutes later, the owner hands me a check made out to me for 200 bucks. "Call it an advance", he says. He then tells me he'll just take 25 a week out of my check until it is paid off, and if I need anything else, let him know. I nearly cried, thereby nullifying all arguments that I am, in fact, a robot with no feelings.
Or am I?
Peace out, bitches, and have a great Friday!
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Am I the only person in the world who thinks that getting the phrase "Ribbed for His Pleasure" across my double-pregnancy induced stretch marks on my lower abs would be funny?
Probably.
I rented Chronic(WHAT?)cles of Narnia last night, along with Saw II. My best Adult Store Shopping partner in crime Will watched Saw II with me. Hid behind me the whole time. However, this show of cowardice was swiftly pushed to the back of my mind when he helped me clean the kid's bathroom. He's a cleaner AND he puts out. A sweet deal to be sure.
Chronicles of Narnia reaction? Eh. It was so-so. It was one of those movies (to me) that would have been tons better with some of the purely expository shit cut to shorten the film. I spent more time thinking "can we got ON with it already?" than I did actually enjoying the movie.
Imagine my joy when my mom called this morning to tell me that she bought me a copy. Oh, well, the kids will love it, although now I'll have to sit through about 50 viewings.
I am so ready for Vegas. I hope Ralkana has a wet bar. And the number for some male strippers. And possibly a tarp and chocolate sauce. We can make do.
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I've been watching too much Chapelle Show. Especially answering questions at work with "I'm Rick James, Bitch!" - not the most appropriate thing in the world.
Turns out I can't write serious fic. It pisses me off and I can't make it interesting for shit. There are those out there who are supremely gifted in all the angsty, dramatic fic that I love to read.
It seems I am cursed.
So I scrapped all 16 pages and am having to totally rewrite. Now, of course, it's all about the comedy. Markedly easier flow to the whole thing.
Now if only my children would give me five minutes' peace to finish....and still need a Beta, people! Let's get crackin' honkies!
Just kidding, but if anyone has the time, it'd be appreciated. I'll even leave a $50 on the dresser for you.
A
Jul. 21st, 2005 @ 04:49 pm
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Today is one of those days where I'd like to sit down, clear my mind, and compile a comprehensive list of all those bitches I'd like to choke at this coal mine of a company.
The girl in marketing, the skeezy whore sitting on my left, the original Fat Bastard constantly demanding things from me all day even though I'm not HIS executive assistant, the idiot in Actuarial who doesn't do shit....Oh, the list goes on and on.
And I'll do it, too, because I'm Rick James, Bitch!
Not yet, though - I do need my health insurance through the end of the month.
1 wk and 3 days. Then I can tell these buttfucks to kiss my ass. Another interesting fact - I found out they hired *2* fucking people to replace me, both of whom are starting at abouty $9,000 more a year than me.
Just so I understand - they can't pay me enough to even make it worth my while to pay nearly $800 bucks a month in DAYCARE, and won't bump me up to where I'm even making something CLOSER to what the underqualified shitheads around me make, and yet I quit and they need 2 fuckers to do the job I was killing myself to do?
This is why mama is going to law school.
In other news: re-read the 16 pages of fic, hated, and drastically overhauling. Now I don't even like the premise. I should just search some challenge sites and pick something from there. I feel really fucking unoriginal right now.
Peace out, A-Town
Jul. 19th, 2005 @ 11:54 am
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So, HBP depressed me so very badly that I actually wrote 16 pages of fic (Buffy fic, that is) last night. That hasn't happened in one sitting in, like, years! Will be needing a beta in the coming days, so anyone interested can either reply below or just shoot me an email at amanda1450@sbcglobal.net. I re-read an old fic and was so deeply ashamed of myself at using "two" instead of "too" that I wanted to cut my own fingers off. For Shame.
Anyway - It's not necessarily as intentionally witty as the last ones have been, but an idea I've been toying with for awhile but have decided how best to handle. Hollah at your girl.
Amanda
Jul. 18th, 2005 @ 11:32 am
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You know, one of the most de-motivating things in the world is to bust your ass, everyday, only to glance up in the midst of pivot-table (obscure excel reference, yo!) madness to see one of the other "assistants" filing her nails. For 45 minutes. And so, it is my personal vow (even though it goes against every FIBER of my devious, scurrilous and scandalous being) to do as little as possible until July 29th.
Especially when I know the nail-filing assistant is screwing the VP I work for. The kicker? She knows I know, hence the said ass-kissing in my previous post. What a wicked web we weave.
Of course, my departure will include a detailed letter to the CEO nail-filer works for, complete with email prints as back-up, detailing this illicit little encounter. That skeeze. I should mention both parties are married, of course. It's no fun unless you're cheating, I guess.
Maybe I'm wrong, or being to high-minded about this, but it's a big factor in my leaving. I can't and won't work for someone I don't respect. I refuse to continue to take work home every night, and come in on the weekends, just to live a real-life "Office Space".
Anywhoo, when I blow the lid right off of this motherfucker, I hope they aren't too shocked. I'll just be sad I won't get to see it go down in person.
So, anyone seen any good midget porn lately? :)
Amanda
Jun. 22nd, 2005 @ 10:13 am
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So, in a bold turn of events (especially bold considering the time that has passed since I last actually POSTED something in my LJ), I have given my resignation (in what seems to be a growing trend of unrest amongst my various LJ cohorts).
Or, as my friend Tracey puts it, I have "Given those motherfuckers the deuce." That works just as well.
I'm going back to school full-time, since the various and sundry penis wrinkles in power up here seem to feel that since I have neither a bachelor's nor a dick, I am incapable of any other job function than an "administrative assistant" position (read: secretary/bitch/slave). Not to mention the shady goings on that I gleefully take pride in knowing about, causing them to hate my guts and yet have to kiss my ass for my remaining month here. As a side note, how nice am I? I gave them a freaking month and a half notice.
And so I am painstakingly counting down the days until July 29th, not only as the date of my departure but also the glorious revelation of the wrong-doings that these buttfaces seem to think are okay. You know, normal stuff that anyone without a conscience would be cool with.
Oh, how fantastic it will be! Mwa ahahha.
Danielle, should I really sell tickets? I bet most of the executive staff would buy some.
I am such a bitch sometimes. :)
Amanda
Jun. 21st, 2005 @ 01:29 pm
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