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Aug. 3rd, 2004 07:14 pmI made it through yesterday in a happy bouncy mood. Mr. Nothing Phases me. It was lovely.
Dave, on the other hand wanted to kill after five minutes.
I got a call from Mom in the afternoon about *stuff*, but there was no worries, so, ya know, good.
I went and plopped down some cash on yet more music yesterday: Elephant's Sunlight Makes Me Paranoid, The Revenge of The Nerds Soundtrack, and this 2CD import compilation of Electroclashy goodness.
Then it was home and then scribble scribble scribble on the writing.
Scribble, Scribble, Scribble.
Today, however was a stupid bust. Some expert made Rebecca cry, and I got into a really interesting "who can be the bitchier phone personality" contest with a doctor's assistant. This was followed in quick succession by Dave getting chewed out and burried by another expert, Rebecca riding my proverbial arse all day long, and 12 cases plopped on my desk within a four hour period, 8 of them wanting something by tomorrow afternoon.
And then came a diss. Whooo hoo, the hits keep on coming. But no worries.
Cuz I got--
I'm all cheerful. What's up with that shite, yo?
Dave, on the other hand wanted to kill after five minutes.
I got a call from Mom in the afternoon about *stuff*, but there was no worries, so, ya know, good.
I went and plopped down some cash on yet more music yesterday: Elephant's Sunlight Makes Me Paranoid, The Revenge of The Nerds Soundtrack, and this 2CD import compilation of Electroclashy goodness.
Then it was home and then scribble scribble scribble on the writing.
Scribble, Scribble, Scribble.
Today, however was a stupid bust. Some expert made Rebecca cry, and I got into a really interesting "who can be the bitchier phone personality" contest with a doctor's assistant. This was followed in quick succession by Dave getting chewed out and burried by another expert, Rebecca riding my proverbial arse all day long, and 12 cases plopped on my desk within a four hour period, 8 of them wanting something by tomorrow afternoon.
And then came a diss. Whooo hoo, the hits keep on coming. But no worries.
Cuz I got--
Hiiiiigh Hopes! He's got Hiiiiiiigh Hopes! He's got HIGH IN THE SKY STICK A KNIFE IN YOUR EEEeeeeeeyyyyyeeee Hopes!
I'm all cheerful. What's up with that shite, yo?
