Mal ,'Shindig'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I indulged in junk food therapy all day (although one of my "junk foods" was a crepe).
I think I'm in the wrong career but I have no idea what to do next with my life or what I might actually be good at doing instead.
I'm still convinced we all need to go into some kind of business together. With our brains, we just need a step 1 and a step 2, and then step 3, PROFIT!!!, is guaranteed! Right?
Is there a job where most of the daily activities are looking at Outlander gifsets on Tumblr and playing TwoDots?
Something at Buzzfeed, I bet.
I always thought working for the Weekly World News would be a hoot. Story meetings must be nuts.
I am dissatisfied with life and wish to indulge in pointless retail therapy, except it would be pointless.
My recent bout of pointless retail therapy has been pretty awesome, actually. A (good!) replica of the ankh from The Hunger, pointy pointy goth boots, and a sparkly cravat. Oh, and super-glittery eye shadow, because I'm coping with the looming apocalypse through ridiculous makeup.
I always thought working for the Weekly World News would be a hoot.
That was my dream job in high school. I had a notebook of possible article headlines.
Roy Dotrice has died at 94. [link] Among loads of other things, he played Wesley's father on Angel.
This meeting is agonizing. How can a group of communicators be so bad at meetings? The person who's running the meeting has an echo on her mic, so she had to move to someone else's desk. She doesn't know how to use the software, so we have to sit here and listen to her fumble. People constantly forget to take themselves off mute. It makes me homicidal to get up at 7 for this every two weeks.
Strange men stomping around my roof really freak out my cats. Loki is hiding under a chair.
Loki still under a chair. They're gone. Pumpkin investigated, then took a nap, then tried to steal my cheese and crackers.
My mother stayed in my spare bedroom last night, as she has friends in from out of town, and poor Buddy was on edge all night. At least, I'm going to blame that for how badly I slept.