Ice

I don't think there is enough ice to keep me satisfied.
I find that deeply saddening.
I'm going to have to buy trays to supplement my ice maker.
Boo.


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Night Shift

I love working at night. I really was born to. I'm so much more alive.
I feel so much more like myself.
And you actually have to force me to take a break from repairs.
The feeling of accomplishment, knowing I'm getting better, and that I'm helping people. I just really love it.
And I honestly feel like I'm in my own skin at night. Not the shell I slip into for daytime.
I took the time to pin up my hair and put on mascara.
I got so much done today.
And I've discovered I need an external TB drive for my iTunes. Good lord.
Though I am enjoying compiling the library...

Oh, and if I haven't said, go see Frankie at Quick Draw Tattoo. Seriously the best I've found. I'm getting a fantastic response from random customers, so that's a pretty good test. :)

And I'm not above shameless begging. I have been waiting for the late shift for three years. (Also not opposed to 9 or 10. It's the 11s and 12s that I am absolutely over. :D ) Just sayin...

And thanks again everyone for your support. No matter how much weirder things get around me, I have this amazing group of people around me. Means so much to me. :-*



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Location:Villa Fiori Ave,Las Vegas,United States

Faster, better, stronger

I can honestly see an improvement. Phew.
I was so worried about that.
So concerned about letting people down.
But I'm really getting the hang of this.
And I honestly enjoy what I'm doing.

Now if only there was a way to make everything else better.
Guy interested in me thinks it's ok to insult Cyndi Lauper.
Tool.

Another promises friendship and loyalty freely, but I'm afraid he's not telling the truth.

And that girl. I don't hate her, I don't wish her harm. But I have every reason to think she wants that for me, and I am frightened of what I may do if pushed too far. When threatened, I will go to any lengths to protect me and mine.

My anger is never really that far away. More like a well chained beast. But every beast breaks it's chains now and again.

I love working with Lindsay. I feel supported, I learn so much, and then there's the part where we laugh constantly.

And I may not say it, but I really appreciate the quiet loyalty of others. Yes, I'm looking at you JF. And a ton of others. I appreciate you more than you know.

OK, first line. I'm rather horrified. It's in my forehead. No idea how it got there. But I'm going to see what I can do to stop it now...

Enough of this heat. Back to the grind...


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So.

Who taught Emma how to bark?
Why are some people so lazy?
The wind tonight is actually quite lovely. It's made it bearable outside.
When I see spectacularly bad films, I question my decision not to make the good ones I know that I could.



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Saturday Morning

I hit the Pandora button on my TiVo and it just started playing Duran Duran. Not only is Pandora just about the coolest thing ever, but what really makes me giggle is that the speakers on my TV are better than the stereo speakers I had when this stuff was new. And now for some "Don't You Forget About Me".

Man, John Hughes really shaped my generation.

.....

I'm finding it very difficult to find the appropriate words to describe how I feel lately.

I'm so happy to be alone.

I'm so disgusted at people's behavior.

I love my dogs.

I miss my cat. A lot.

Lone Pine

Went to Cowboys & Indians with Stinky and her bestie. Really quite a lot of fun. Looks like it was filmed in Lone Pine, like all the old westerns were.

It was nice to get out of the house. Though I've finally been enjoying being in it.

It's so good to have my home back. So very awesome. It's so peaceful and lovely at home.

A friend recently pointed out that every time I am nice to anyone it ends badly for me. And the sad bit is that he's totally right. The more generous I am, the worse it is for me. Isn't that backwards or something?

I'm finally getting into a stride at work, and she's trying to ruin it for me.

And I don't even know how to describe what he's doing. Really? I mean really? I'm so much better than that. Completely illogical.

There is a pit in my stomach at the thought of what lies ahead.

Ugh. I'm going to bed.