andcuriouser
Active Member
Alternate title: Making the most of my damn degree!
Two events happened today that have completely renewed my belief in the absolute wonder of life.
1) This morning I got up bright and early and drove to my parents' house to help them go through all the crap we have in storage. Now, apparently my parents have some sort of strange complex about my size, as I have discovered that many of my tee shirts from second and third grade fit me. Not only that, but my sister's too! Her comment was, "You're supposed to be making an ironic nod to your fictional childhood, not your actual one." And I'm like, "I KNOW! AREN'T I TOTALLY BLOWING YOUR MIND!?"
2) I had the following conversation on the telephone a little while ago:
Employer: "So, what's it going to take to get you on this project?"
Me: "Um. How about five thousand dollars."
Employer: "Done!"
Me: "Holy shit! I mean, pleasure doing business, chum. Wotwot."
Employer: "We're going to need all this by early September."
Me: "What? I can't hear you over all the money. You'll have to speak into my good money."
And then the following conversation shortly afterwards with my boyfriend:
Me: "Five thousand dollars! Five! I can buy cough syrup! And gin!!!"
Matt: "But you're fucked."
Me: "I am not fucked!"
Matt: "That's like a month. To do a book. You are so fucked."
Me: "Mr. Cheque says I'm not fucked. Mr. Cheque says everything is gonna be hunky fucking dory. It also says I'm very handsome and talented and my shits smell like apple pie."
Matt: "Have you even finished that other thing for Rachel?"
Me: "LA LA LA LA I JUST CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD BOY YOUR LOVIN IS ALL I THINK ABOOUT"
Matt: "Suit yourself. I'll be hearing from you again in a month, I guess."
me: "Come on, cheque. We don't need him. You want Daddy to get you a Sno Cone?"
In other words, I am so fucked. But maybe soon I will be telling you how fucked I am on a laptop that doesn't require an act of God to start and several severe beatings to load Windows.
!!!
Two events happened today that have completely renewed my belief in the absolute wonder of life.
1) This morning I got up bright and early and drove to my parents' house to help them go through all the crap we have in storage. Now, apparently my parents have some sort of strange complex about my size, as I have discovered that many of my tee shirts from second and third grade fit me. Not only that, but my sister's too! Her comment was, "You're supposed to be making an ironic nod to your fictional childhood, not your actual one." And I'm like, "I KNOW! AREN'T I TOTALLY BLOWING YOUR MIND!?"
2) I had the following conversation on the telephone a little while ago:
Employer: "So, what's it going to take to get you on this project?"
Me: "Um. How about five thousand dollars."
Employer: "Done!"
Me: "Holy shit! I mean, pleasure doing business, chum. Wotwot."
Employer: "We're going to need all this by early September."
Me: "What? I can't hear you over all the money. You'll have to speak into my good money."
And then the following conversation shortly afterwards with my boyfriend:
Me: "Five thousand dollars! Five! I can buy cough syrup! And gin!!!"
Matt: "But you're fucked."
Me: "I am not fucked!"
Matt: "That's like a month. To do a book. You are so fucked."
Me: "Mr. Cheque says I'm not fucked. Mr. Cheque says everything is gonna be hunky fucking dory. It also says I'm very handsome and talented and my shits smell like apple pie."
Matt: "Have you even finished that other thing for Rachel?"
Me: "LA LA LA LA I JUST CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD BOY YOUR LOVIN IS ALL I THINK ABOOUT"
Matt: "Suit yourself. I'll be hearing from you again in a month, I guess."
me: "Come on, cheque. We don't need him. You want Daddy to get you a Sno Cone?"
In other words, I am so fucked. But maybe soon I will be telling you how fucked I am on a laptop that doesn't require an act of God to start and several severe beatings to load Windows.
!!!
