Tuesday, August 10, 2004
To offset the melodrama of the post directly following this one, I decided to include this.
Tuesday
I went to the Xiu Xiu show last Monday. It was alright except for the guy upfront who kept motioning to the band while they were playing. His right hand was raised and he kept moving his index and middle finger in a 'c'mon, give it to me way'. I decided to call this move fingerbanging an angel. The only other negative about this show is that I knew there would be a million livejournal entries made that night about how fucking awesome it was. Here's a million and one, except I didn't think it was 'fucking awesome', it was just ok. After Xiu Xiu, I went to Hell and proceeded to pour about a half dozen glasses of water out on my lap. This sentence would make sense even if I was literally talking about 'Hell'.
Wednesday
I have no idea what I did this day, but no doubt it involved me being pissed off that there's a million fleas inside and outside (waiting to get in) my house. The only good thing about the whole thing is that Vickers now wears a collar and he actually looks really cute.
Thursday
Y'all probably disagree with me, but whatever...Dirty Work is probably one of the funniest movies starring a current or former Saturday Night Live cast member. I bought this on Monday. I just thought for a second that Monday was Labour Day and there'd be some eerie connection between the movie and the day, but it was Natal Day and it has nothing in common with the movie. I don't understand how Natal Day is a holiday, everything was still open, except for white collar places of work. I have a white collar job (for the time being), so I didn't work. I almost thought I lost my job this week, more on that later.
Friday
I bought comic books on Friday. I went to the comic shop that's on the way home from work. They play magic there. They had a magic tournament there on Friday, lots of autistic kids and socially inept adults showed up. The comic shop owner kept talking about how Thunderbirds the movie was so faithful to Thunderbirds the tv show, I don't think he's autistic, I think he's retarded. He kept praising the director for not changing anything about the Thunderbirds. THEY'RE NOT PUPPETS ANYMORE, YOU DUMBASS.
That night I went to Stage Nine with Kirkwood Brown and Mike 'Pay' Day. I made prank phone calls from the bar's complimentary bar phone to patrons in the bar. I'm beginning to like that people bring cell phones everywhere.
Saturday
I bought the Jenny Piccolo split with the Locust and Drive Like Jehu's Yank Crime. I kept blaming my grade five teacher's deceased husband for the Donald Marshall debacle. Why? I had also bought wine. I then dipped birthday cake into my glass of wine. I then later puked up that wine soaked cake all over my bed sheets.
Sunday
I woke up and the sun was shining, there was also puke all over my bed sheet. I left my house and hung out outside the Pavilion all day. It was August 8th and there wasn't a hippie in sight. Thank god for NOFX Day and Mike Day as well.
Monday
Found out my contract for work was to be terminated August 31st. I didn't understand, didn't I just get a letter (that would go in my permanent record) praising all my hard work in moving and reorganizing the entire microfilm collection just the week before? 'BULLSHIT, THIS IS BULLSHIT' I cried (not aloud, but just in my head). I couldn't believe they were going to terminate me, after all the hard work I hadn't done. Noone knew what was going, as per usual.
Tuesday
Turns out it was some clerical error and I'm back on the payroll until March 31st.
Tuesday
I went to the Xiu Xiu show last Monday. It was alright except for the guy upfront who kept motioning to the band while they were playing. His right hand was raised and he kept moving his index and middle finger in a 'c'mon, give it to me way'. I decided to call this move fingerbanging an angel. The only other negative about this show is that I knew there would be a million livejournal entries made that night about how fucking awesome it was. Here's a million and one, except I didn't think it was 'fucking awesome', it was just ok. After Xiu Xiu, I went to Hell and proceeded to pour about a half dozen glasses of water out on my lap. This sentence would make sense even if I was literally talking about 'Hell'.
Wednesday
I have no idea what I did this day, but no doubt it involved me being pissed off that there's a million fleas inside and outside (waiting to get in) my house. The only good thing about the whole thing is that Vickers now wears a collar and he actually looks really cute.
Thursday
Y'all probably disagree with me, but whatever...Dirty Work is probably one of the funniest movies starring a current or former Saturday Night Live cast member. I bought this on Monday. I just thought for a second that Monday was Labour Day and there'd be some eerie connection between the movie and the day, but it was Natal Day and it has nothing in common with the movie. I don't understand how Natal Day is a holiday, everything was still open, except for white collar places of work. I have a white collar job (for the time being), so I didn't work. I almost thought I lost my job this week, more on that later.
Friday
I bought comic books on Friday. I went to the comic shop that's on the way home from work. They play magic there. They had a magic tournament there on Friday, lots of autistic kids and socially inept adults showed up. The comic shop owner kept talking about how Thunderbirds the movie was so faithful to Thunderbirds the tv show, I don't think he's autistic, I think he's retarded. He kept praising the director for not changing anything about the Thunderbirds. THEY'RE NOT PUPPETS ANYMORE, YOU DUMBASS.
That night I went to Stage Nine with Kirkwood Brown and Mike 'Pay' Day. I made prank phone calls from the bar's complimentary bar phone to patrons in the bar. I'm beginning to like that people bring cell phones everywhere.
Saturday
I bought the Jenny Piccolo split with the Locust and Drive Like Jehu's Yank Crime. I kept blaming my grade five teacher's deceased husband for the Donald Marshall debacle. Why? I had also bought wine. I then dipped birthday cake into my glass of wine. I then later puked up that wine soaked cake all over my bed sheets.
Sunday
I woke up and the sun was shining, there was also puke all over my bed sheet. I left my house and hung out outside the Pavilion all day. It was August 8th and there wasn't a hippie in sight. Thank god for NOFX Day and Mike Day as well.
Monday
Found out my contract for work was to be terminated August 31st. I didn't understand, didn't I just get a letter (that would go in my permanent record) praising all my hard work in moving and reorganizing the entire microfilm collection just the week before? 'BULLSHIT, THIS IS BULLSHIT' I cried (not aloud, but just in my head). I couldn't believe they were going to terminate me, after all the hard work I hadn't done. Noone knew what was going, as per usual.
Tuesday
Turns out it was some clerical error and I'm back on the payroll until March 31st.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 4:26 PM 
