lllookalive: ([Beckett] o/~!)
So I was fully intent on asking:

Does anyone besides myself really want to see Spencer Smith in a pillbox hat? Anyone?

I had a post-it note to remind myself to ask, and everything.

But apparently I didn't even have to ask, because [livejournal.com profile] dorian_mauve is psychic and wonderful and we are totally on a wavelength. (HOW'S THAT KOOL-AID TASTING, BABY? TREATING YOU GOOD?)

Therefore, I amend-

Does anybody else really want to see Spencer Smith in a pillbox hat? Anyone else?


Vices & Virtues: It Came




It's like every Bon Jovi, Tom Petty, Journey, and Disney musical song all jumped into a pool full of glitter together and rolled around in convulsions of optimism. )

Ryan Ross's metaphor stick would totally be a metaphor cricket bat. Don't kid yourself.

So, uh. They're not expecting us not to see this as one giant band metaphor, right? I mean... It's supposed to be glaringly obvious. ...Right?

I am probably always going to associate this song with [livejournal.com profile] manipulant and Jack In The Box. No. Really.

One of my clients this morning nearly had a crisis trying to obtain a FOB CD for school. Since we got the request by phone and I didn't answer it, I don't know which of my clients it was and I kind of desperately want to know. But I can't just ask, because that'll make me look CRAZY. HA HA HA WHAT. I also really want to know which CD of theirs was so desperately needed. These things are relevant to my life.

All I did this morning was text. That is all I did. I am occasionally a really terrible employee.

I've officially drawn myself into a permanent state of raptor-hands. That hasn't happened since undergrad. WOO!
lllookalive: ([misc] Dream big.)



ARTSPAM! 8D

Rise if you're sleeping, stay awake. We are young supernovas and the heat's about to break. Drift through the streets, walk between the cars. Newborn sons and daughters spat forth from distant stars. )

And a SUPER-AMAZING bonus piece that kept me half an hour late at work today. That's right, because today is May 4th and I work on the psych ward staffed by a bunch of Star Wars nuts, I got paid like, $7 to do this. Well. Okay. Do this and then bum around a bunch basking in my own glory, teasing Denise and figuring out my Sith name. Whatever. /hands/
Just call me Raphael of the white board, baby. )
lllookalive: ([FOB] Bang the doldrums)
Or like, if I actually bothered having moral dilemmas in the first place.

The question is-
When you're keeping a kid company while she has homicidal auditory hallucinations, is it morally reprehensible to completely thrash her at Uno?

Whatever, she didn't really seem to mind.


On a completely different topic, I'm having a really embarrassing amount of trouble trying to decide if I wanna post this yet or not, so I'm just gonna do it. Impatient or whatever.

Of course, now I'm gonna completely freak out that it's not time yet, but OH MY GOD seriously, what even is my logic? Calling it logic is probably giving it way too much credit, anyway. I just feel bad posting the picture all by itself! It'll be all exposed and lonely and self-conscious slapped up on the internet without companion pieces to share your scrutiny!
...Holy fuck, H. Project much?



FINE, OKAY. HERE. I'll even post some random shitty gesture sketches to keep it company or whatever so I'll actually get some sleep today. )
lllookalive: (masked men of mystery)
I've caved and am pilfering [livejournal.com profile] graffitimoon's song lyrics as headers. Just. ...Btw.

Anyway, two weeks in and I still like my job, seems like a promising thing. I had trainings all this past week, so I only worked the Sunday AON shift and then did Tuesday, Thursday, Friday during the day, which was... bleargh. Waking up at 7:30 am every morning to deal with that shit does not a happy graveyarder make. Whatever. I'm all trained up on the important stuff (non-violent physical crisis intervention, aka CHOKE A BITCH 101, and basic unit management), so at least now I can be left alone on the unit with the kids. Not that they've given me any trouble so far, but all it takes is a fresh admit or a transfer and blargh there it goes. But yeah. Job is good. So that's nice. This whole income thing is just thrilling.

Not much else occurring other than work, except for [livejournal.com profile] zolac_no_miko and my recent bombardment of gay cowboys. Which, I must say, is pretty fabulous. And not Brokeback Mountain. None of that. Here's the link if anybody feels compelled to partake in gay cowboys living in their brain.
[livejournal.com profile] bluerose16, Melissa, and one of Chris' friends are visiting from Whitman this weekend, so there were seven of us that descended upon downtown Portland this morning. We did dim sum in Chinatown and then ransacked Powells Books like woah and ended up spending about an hour alone in the gay and erotica sections scouring the shelves for gay cowboys AND WE TOTALLY FOUND SOME AND IT'S AWESOME. Epic Gay Cowboy Readaloud ftw.

Also shiny and new in my life is the discovery of $1 rentals at the Blockbuster a ten minute walk from my house. Hells to the yeah.

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