Un après-midi là

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 22:01:06 GMT

One taco....

It just... it isn't enough.

Sat, 25 Jul 2009 04:07:34 GMT

It`s nice knowing people (actually all of them) in the band, cause for both shows I went to tonight I didn`t pay anything.

Mon, 20 Jul 2009 00:48:30 GMT

not the loverman (7:28:10 PM): I was never very good at keeping my personal journal up

MAlienCat (7:28:18 PM): Me either.

MAlienCat (7:30:03 PM): My mother was a chinese trapeze artist.

not the loverman (7:30:38 PM): My mother was a japanese lady of easy virtue.

MAlienCat (7:31:20 PM): My mother was a Swiss goat herder's daughter.

not the loverman (7:31:41 PM): My mother was a Norwegian kick boxer.

MAlienCat (7:32:53 PM): My mother was a German ventriloquist until she lost her voice from fright.

not the loverman (7:33:06 PM): My mother was a Lithuanian Quaker.

MAlienCat (7:34:30 PM): My mother was the illegitimate daughter of a Catholic priest.

not the loverman (7:34:49 PM): My mother was the diplomatic liason with Mars.

MAlienCat (7:35:38 PM): My mother was an Indian silk worm farmer.

not the loverman (7:36:11 PM): My mother was a rice paddy dictator.

MAlienCat (7:36:37 PM): My mother was an Amazonian queen.

not the loverman (7:37:28 PM): My mother was an Aztex Goddess

MAlienCat (7:38:04 PM): My mother was an Egyptian slave with an accent.

not the loverman (7:38:23 PM): My mother was a cat.

MAlienCat (7:40:08 PM): My mother was the wife of a Taoist monk that discovered the elixor of life.

not the loverman (7:41:00 PM): My mother was a pagan priest who was the basis for the story of Jesus.

MAlienCat (7:42:56 PM): My mother was Mumtaz Mahal, and the Taj Mahal is her mausoleum.

not the loverman (7:43:33 PM): My mother was founder of the Illuminati.

MAlienCat (7:44:12 PM): My mother was a spy for the British during the American revolution.

not the loverman (7:44:43 PM): My mother was a bagman in the Cold War.

MAlienCat (7:45:28 PM): My mother was a street urchin with twisted legs.

not the loverman (7:46:29 PM): My mother was a chimbley, a chimbley sweep.

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Fri, 13 Feb 2009 15:04:22 GMT

Comic boooooooooks.

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 03:36:47 GMT

O hay guys.

I get my first tattoo this Wednesday.

ps who wants to draw my next tattoo?

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Fri, 02 May 2008 07:19:34 GMT

Fervently, we do prawn.

Sun, 30 Mar 2008 05:08:24 GMT

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMY

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 23:53:23 GMT

I has my ears pierced. Like, the lobes this time. 14g right now. I'll be stretching them once they've healed. I'm aiming for 00g.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

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Mon, 24 Mar 2008 01:32:38 GMT

Ok, who just rickrolled me?

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Thu, 20 Mar 2008 04:28:00 GMT

I got all excited cause I wanted to hear blues influenced Dethklok but then I remembered it was a cartoon.

Sat, 15 Mar 2008 21:51:35 GMT

So today, the Ides of March, was indeed a bad day.

It started out like it was going to be a good day. Me and Chris at work today, our manager person who always has us doing lots of work and not letting us get our stuff done was off, Cheeto was working inventory, it was gonna be a nice, easy, fun day.

Twennty minutes in, one of the delivery people called off. Chris had done delivery before when delivery people called off before, so he was the one who had to do it. So now we were split up. So much for a fun day. Back to being alone on a Saturday. Lame, boring, and at least Cheeto was there to keep my spirits up.

Sidenote: I got two hours of sleep last night. Maybe two hours. Probably closer to an hour and a half. I was counting on Chris being there to keep me awake, for me to bounce off of and stuff like that. But no. Just me in my head, slowly winding down into bored unhappiness as happens when I'm alone for too long. So, not great.

I mostly went around, displaying stuff, fixing other people's messes, covering for inventory and LP when needed. You know, normal merch stuff. Amazingly, the delivery truck was on time today, and Chris got back around 130. He started breaking down the boxes for the dryers, washers, and stuff that they had been delivering today.

So he's cutting a washer box and -- ffft -- "aw man, I cut my pants." I went off to display a moniter, and when I got back, he told me that not only had he cut his pants, but also his thigh. He described it as filleted his thigh. He put a mass of bandaids on it and kept going.

Then he bled through the crappy bandaids that we are supplied with. So he got some gauze and taped a bit on. He started bleeding through that. The whole time, Cheeto and a supervisor and the delivery guy are telling him he should talk to a manager, go get it checked out, because it's probably not that good.

Finally, they talked him into it. So he goes up front, and I follow him, to see what can be done. They get him bandaged up a little better and we (I think mostly I but whatever) convinced him to get it checked out at the hospital. Knowing that it would probably take a while and not wanting to miss the end of this, I volunteered to go with him, as we were off work anyway and I needed a ride home. He thought it was only going to take maybe a half hour, but I knew better and he'd appreciate the company.

We get to the hospital around 240. We get into a room, and we wait (poor Chris with his pants down and a sheet covering him). And we wait. and a nurse comes in a fills out forms. And we wait. And we wait. And we wait. And wait. And finally around 340 or later, the doctor person comes in. Looks completely sleep deprived, poor guy. Takes a look, decides to staple the wound because the numbing medicine for the stitches would hurt way more. So Chris has four staples in his leg. And now he can't work. Because everything they told him not to do (because he was getting it done on workman's comp) is everything we do. So he can't work. Until he's cleared. Which we don't know when that will be. He's has an appointment on Monday morning, so tomorrow, when we need him for the ad set, is definitely out. We finally got out of there around 415 and I just got home.

Anyway. Awesome.

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 05:53:47 GMT

YOU GUYS THE NEW GNARLS BARKLEY ALBUM IS AMAZING. IT MAY BE WAY BETTER THAN ST. ELSEWHERE BUT I'M HOLDING OFF JUDGEMENT UNTIL THE EXCITMENT OF NEW GNARLS WEARS OFF.

IN CONCLUSION: A++++++ ALBUM I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE THIRD ONE.

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 05:16:09 GMT

For some reason, people I'm around a lot never seem to notice me swear. Tonight at work, some carts were being really difficult, and it was the end of the night, so I said something and ended it with the word shit. Both Chris and Kaleb, two guys I work with a lot (especially Chris, up until maybe two weeks ago I was working with him almost every day), were surprised.

"Oooohhh, Tom swore," said Kaleb.

"I swear all the time," said I.

"No you don't," said Chris.

"Yes I do," I insisted. "Usually it's under my breath, though."

"Oh, see, Tom's just more discreet then us." Chris then gave an example: "'Fuck! Shit! Cock! Piss!'"

Kaleb barely swears, as far as I know. Tonight he was swearing with some regularity, but before this I've mostly heard him censor himself unless he just got hurt. I once said to him, "You know you can swear," and he told me that he knows, but he's a good Catholic. Which I laughed at.

I think it was Sunday, something was being difficult again, and I said frickin'. Chris, incredulous, asked, "Did Tom just swear?"

"No," said Jarred, who I don't work with very much, "he said frick."

"Oh, ok."

Now, I know for a fact that I swear a lot at work. I know this because I'm the one doing it. Work is about the only time I really will swear. What gets me, though, is that this has happened at both of my other jobs. And with people I knew in high school, and were around a lot. For some reason, people are very surprised to hear me swear.

I don't get it.

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 21:26:10 GMT

I've been meaning to post this up, but it's so much effort to actually copy and paste.

Comment here and I'll...

1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, a word etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 16:59:05 GMT

Fucking money.

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Tue, 08 Jan 2008 23:24:33 GMT

Pooooooooooosting to LJ on my new phoooooooooone and tryyyyyyying to conveeeeeeeyyyyy siiiiiiiiiinging and faaaaiiiilllliiiinnnnggggggggg.

Voice Post

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 05:14:11 GMT

1/5/2008

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 05:02:08 GMT

Hey Nick wanna see something cool?

1/4/2008

Sat, 05 Jan 2008 02:24:40 GMT

I'm posting this from my new PDA like phone. So this is like a test.

An example of my typical caffeine ingestion

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 21:11:57 GMT

Wake up at 1030 pm on 12/30.

Two cans of vault before I go into work at 6am 12/31.

A mountain dew (or maybe two I can't remember) while I was at work, in the morning.

A bottle of vault with lunch, which I stretched out through the rest of the day.

This might be a little too much caffeine to regularly ingest.

Pardon me while I go crash. Wake me tomorrow morning at 5am for work.

Sun, 30 Dec 2007 11:37:35 GMT

In the land of the blnd, the one eyed man s kng.

Sat, 29 Dec 2007 15:43:55 GMT

I promise I'm not dead. I'm just scheduled for 42 hours or about there a week. Which usually turns into a little more. Like, I'm pretty sure I'll be getting around 48 hours this upcoming week.

Thu, 27 Dec 2007 20:49:41 GMT

I love my job.

Sun, 23 Dec 2007 02:23:29 GMT

Hahahaha whatever that was Megan that was A+.

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 07:50:28 GMT

I'm supposed to be awake in an hour for work so it's not even worth it to try and sleep now.