September 23rd, 2005

Stiltzkin

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message on my cell from manager at work:

"Hullo, Aubrey, this is Steve Hemplemann from Officemax. Was wondering if you could come in tomorrow morning at 7 am instead of 9, as we cancelled the morning crew. Call if there is any problem with this. Again. This is Steve Hemplemann from Officemax."

next message:

"Hullo, Aubrey, This is Steve Hemplemann from Officemax. Was wondering if you could come in this evening to close, maybe 330 or so until closing, and then come in tomorrow at 7 am. doesn't that sound fun? Give us a call if you can."

so. call if i CAN come in tonight, but CAN'T come in tomorrow, i should call? Methinks I shall wait a tad longer to call to let them know that i CAN come in tomorrow at seven, and not tonight.

Besides. i have me an ex roommate to hang out with! I had forgotten how much I love me some Andrea time. I feel like i have part of me back that i lost, to put it creepily. It just seems like forever since i've had GIRL time. (gay boys do NOT count.)

She helped me to begin my moogle hat. WOOPS! ran out of eyelashy yarn. crap. She did the little bauble in the red yarn that goes on the top, though :D Haven't decided if i want to actually put a moogle FACE on my hat yet, or just ears and a bauble. and if i were VERY creative, i would make a matching scarf with tiny little purple wings, too. but i'm not VERY creative.

now we're off to go eat hamburgers with no buns at fat dave's. woo.
chocobo

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back from Corpse Bride, which i hadn't planned on seeing at all, but faetal and i decided to check out on a whim. IIIII personally think it's better than Nightmare Before Christmas, but i wasn't a big fan of that movie to begin with (all the gothies gasp in horror.)

i almost cried.

almost.

saw a preview for Goblet of Fire and it made me want to race to the store to buy everything in the Harry Potter series because, dagnabbit, i feel like i'm suddenly MISSING OUT on something. maybe there were subliminal messages in that thar preview? hrm. methinks i'm onto something.

and now it's 9 pm on a friday, and i must away myself to bed so that i can get up in the weeeeeeee hour of the morning and walk my arse to work in 45 degree weather.

woot.

okay, maybe not THAT cold. but may BE.

i have a funny taste in my mouf.