yeah...
October 23, 2003 � 6:53 p.m.
Second Entry Today
I am soooo excited!!
I get to see Satan and the rest of the band tonight for their CD listening party up at Mako's.
Part of me, being the idiotic dreamer that I can be sometimes, keeps thinking that maybe there will be an impromptu mini concert, and Satan and the boys will hop up on stage and rock out instead of people just "listening" to the CD. Yeah...Satan will jump on stage and I will stand right down in front and stare up at him with big, adoring eyes, singing the few words that I know, and bobbing my head and shaking my hips to the lyrics I don't know...
yeah...and he would look at me while he sings "Salvation" and point to me and throw my name into the song somehow and stick his tongue out at me...
yeah...and then...after the show he would come up to me and say that I...being his favorite friend in the whole world and the first person he calls when anything happens...am his inspiration and he can't stay separated from me anymore and he wants to give me the world...
Yeah...well that little tirade went just a wee bit too far...don't you agree? But oh...it would be nice, though....
*sigh*
To clarify (for my friends that read this), yes...I really DO have a crush on Satan, but it's one of those inoperable crushes...you know...the ones that you have and never act on. I think it was the leather pants and singing that caused this recent flare up of Satan worshipping, but take care, poppets...Thea is still Thea and she is not chasing after Satan.
She has not allowed herself to fall in love with the wrong guy yet again.
I already have Swiz for that humiliation, and that's quite enough.
S'alright?
S'alright!
And stop being jealous 'cuz I'M his favorite girl...I mean...I am the H.B.I.C. so what do you expect?
Heh Heh
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Sometimes I really hate being good at what I do.
I mean at work perverts, work!!
It's like I get penalized for being able to get through my work quickly and efficiently, while others lag about and louse shit up and bitch and moan about it all day. Damn, I really hate that!
And I hate motherfuckers minding MY fucking business and worrying about whatever the fuck I'm doing.
You know what...I am not a fucking slacker! I surf and shit while I'm either on the phone with the banks, waiting for the system to load, or I'm fucking finished and I have to wait for more work to come into my queue.
My work is never backed up. I have been told I have one of the lowest margins of error in my work and I am the most efficient, so whoever this fuck wit is that finds it proficient to rat on me and complain about what the fuck I'm doing all day, you need the shut the fuck up before I find out who the fuck you are and then just start spilling the dirt on you to the boss.
I have dirt on eeeeeeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvvrybody up in here...I will just start being a royal bitch and start snitching on what folks is doing and complain about it and start fucking up and lagging in my duties so I can be seen like everyone else. When it comes to raises and accommodations I'm treated the same anyway, so what does it matter?
*sigh*
It would fucking matter to me.
I could never do that shit. Well...be a bitch I could do easy...but the snitching...no...and the lagging...my anal personality wouldn't even dream of it.
So I guess I'm stuck.
No surfing and shit until later in the day...even though EVERY FUCKING BODY here surfs during the day...checking mail, checking stocks, checking the news...I get pointed out because since my work is finished, I don't have to be sneaky about it.
Fuck all.
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Jack finally explained the drag queen reference. He said if you saw a pretty diva and saw a pretty drag queen, you would always remember things about the drag queen first because they go the extra mile and make the outrageous courageous...and that's how he thinks of me.
So I'm a drag queen.
With an analogy like that...
I think I can live with it.