I had the opportunity to go out and eat sushi with people, but choose instead to go to La Fonda and eat (and get totally blasted on half a pitcher of margaritas) all by myself...

I don't know if this is my usual assertion of independance or just plain sad, really. I mean, this would be by second time since Saturday's "Three beers, a shot of rum and some Blockbuster" night solo that I've gotten tispy by myself.

On a high point, I now own the entire first season of Bullshit! and also got a hit of my favorite drug--sex! all this weekend, so I guess stuff isnt' too bad

Kiki's brain hurts a lot right now...people are annoying the fuck out of her...

Oh, look! Kroger was selling sake...and look here! All 4 volumes of Gravitation! And check it out, an empty apartment by which to enjoy both...

My mood is improving...

First of all, Ryan Lafitte is the bestest person ever! After telling him about my shitty day, he answered in a way that only a good friend should (at least, one that's spoken for, anyway): "Could you use a drink?"

So yeah, since he and his girlfriend live in the same complex, I took him up on the offer. Yay! Now I can relax a little and tell you all about my shitty day:

Job #1 (the Revenue gig) called me back unexpectedly last week to have me come in and work this week. "We need five people for the rest of the month, and you're one of them" they said. So I jumped for joy and gave Job #2 (the Discovery Channel Store) my two week notice.

Today my boss tells me that her boss' boss' boss (the guy that answers to the Commissoner) wants all temp employees gone, and that includes me. So much for "the rest of the month", right?

So I sit there, grinning my "yes massa" grin , while thinking "I'd like to rip off that guys head off, shit down his throat and mock the expression on his face for days before dropkicking his head in a vat of corrosive acid!"

Luckily, I wasn't replaced at Job #2 yet, so I have some money coming in for the rest of the month (in the form of 6 hour shifts, that is)...but, i'm just sick of being jerked around with this first job.

Problem being, I"m starting to like the work...and the pay is more than anyone with my meager skill set could expect...

*snarl*

Oh well, I can wait for Janurary...

...well, swing dancing was a freakin' huge failure...

and I've learned an important lesson in Karma...


So why do I still feel like I really need a drink?

On a high point, I got to see "But I'm a Cheerleader" twice!

I'm drunk...i just wish to annouce this to anyone that cares...my hands feel fuzzy and my head is spinning...and i feel awesome...still not laid yet, but hey...drunk is good enough for now....at least for now...


that's all...

( Kiki's Heaven and Hell Experience, Version 2 )

Will I do this again next year? *shrug* Maybe.

Made it to Hell, baby. The first one...got a pair of flamey shorts for my efforts.

My brain is spinning...coo coo cachoo...can't remember a damn thing after trying to puke up hell. I hope I didn't do anything too stupid.

( So, there was this party, see... )

Oh, salisian, are you playing 1 or 2? Minsc and Boo so rock the house on both, IMO...