Friday 102398,0935pmHST
These kids were adorable. It was taken after the boy's aunts' wedding ceremony and during the picture taking I decided to snap a shot of the bored flower girl and ring bearer at the edge of the pond blowing bubbles. As serene as the photo looks I've concluded the little girl will grow up as a narcissistic(sp?) bitch and the boy an arrogant dick.
Sorry. The truth must be told. These kids are brats and have the idiot parents as proof.
Last Saturday was truly the worse club experience of my life. Rz encouraged me to go and get drunk exclaiming "we'll have the time of our lives...you haven't been out with us in so long". There was a reason for that. Spending 6 straight hours in a smokey club with random unattactive men hitting on you while crappy hip-hop music blares in your already deaf ears was not my idea of fun. I even drank a bar iced tea, strawberry daquiri and midori daquiri thinking my sober-ness was the reason for my loathing.
Unfortunately that only gave me a headache, a weak buzz (suprizingly since I haven't drank any alchohol since....I can't remember when) and a hateful attitute to everyone who frequent clubs on a regular basis. I couldn't belive this is what Rz and Lori called "fun". To get away from it all I strayed outside sitting alone on a bench in the lobby having the passerbyers look at me pathetically. So imagine what I said when Rz asked if I wanted to go out clubbing tonite with a few of our old high school pals......."um, NO."
I recieved a rejection letter from QUEENS Hospital on Wednesday. "Thank you for your interest in the Queens Medical Center," it said. "Your application has been reviewed and at the present time we are unable to offer you a position."
At least they were kind enough to send me a letter stating "you suck and we don't want your kind working at our prestigious hospital." Maybe I was not meant to be a Psychiatric Assistant. Screw those unworthy hippies. Why don't they keel over and die by having IV needles drain the blood out of them like that chick in HALLOWEEN.
Muahahahahaha.
Jobs? Jobs? Call me an idiot, a stupid hypocritical drone slave worker, but I've decided to stay on as a copy editor at the school newspaper. Yes I am fucking crazy. I realize that the job itself is shitty and the pay like a scab on my ass...but I like the people there and enjoy socializing with the co-workers. I've raved about how insulting the pay is ($5 per issue = $5 per day you work no matter how long you work) but I enjoy the company. There's Chief CHRISTY and Biancha who are great people to be around. Biancha looks like someone I would have worshiped were I still in High School. She has that grungry look with a bit of class and has a cynical attitude but not vain and overcoming. Christy is Christy. I've like her since day one. I love to hear her bitch and moan about other people at the paper just because its damn hallarious. Rz is there and honestly this is the only time we both have to spend with one another. Not since SVFA have we seen so much of one another. There's Brian in Editorials the smart talking Christian (or so I've heard). He's the nerdy-dork type. He actually irritated me in the begining but he's grown on me. Then theres the arrogant Kevin and the brand spanking new guy Matt. We hate them and its fun to hate them. Only adds to the shiny-happy clique of the copy editors.
I don't believe I devoted a whole paragraph to that sleezy paper job. I'll live.
I still need to find other forms of employment. But since the club job is steady and I'm not in urgent need of money (only because the club job is Full Time and pays OK) I think a new job is not pertinent. I just want some change of pace or scenery so I'll keep looking and if one doesn't come and bite me in the ass its OK. Its OK everything is OK.
Now excuse me while I go sacrafice another animal in my demon worship ceremony.
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