The art of refusal

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While I'm generally against these, I love raspberry popsicles and it's nice to know they love me back. I wish I had one right now.

As is the trend, I am in a HEINOUS mood. It mostly has to do with the rain and the fact that my car in sitting in the parking lot of my internship. Dead. Because am have mental deficiencies and left my lights on most of the morning.

Also, I cannot find a lighter to save my soul.

On the bright side, Tara picked me up from my internship and eventually the battery in my car will no longer be dead and I won't be stabby anymore. This car episode makes us at least even from the couch moving episode. If not making me more indebted.

I have most of my nonsense for my Summer Job set. Craig is calling my references (Perry) and calling me back.

And now: The Seagull.

I used to work at Chuck E. Cheese's when I was younger. Yes, they put me in the suit. They put me in that suit ever chance they got. If I wasn't hosting a party, I was Chuck E. Prior to that, I was the mascot for my highschool football team.

I have experience in the suit.

So when my stepmom mentioned the Ferry Beach thing to me, she said, "Well, you could always tell Craig he should get a seagull suit and you could be the Ferry Beach Seagull."

I told Tara. It snowballed from there, but the general mental picture for this joke is me in a full size bird suit where you can see my face through the bill (feathers and all...like Big Bird) wandering around during dinner snatching food off people's plates going, "Are you done with those fires... TOO BAD. HANDLE IT--I'M A SEAGULL."


The next layer of funny: I'm TERRIFIED of birds. Especially seagulls.
But I would be phenomenal at it.

I also found out I was being internet stalked last week. It was an accident that I found it, but if you (and you know who you are)have gotten to this stage of internet stalker-ism), Don't use my pictures on your damned myspace profile. It isn't an artists rendering of you, it's a picture I like of me. If you want a copy where you still exist, ask. Then you can make your own rendering.

I lost my So Much for the Afterglow CD. I wanted to Listen to it yesterday (all I want to do is lose myself in your room, all I want is just a slow fuck in the afternoon) and it was missing. I mourned it until I realized my car was dead.