Due out sept 4th. Amazon's sending me the emails already. They KNOW me. I swear.
Like best friends, they lurk behind the bushes waiting to sell me the things I so adore. Graphic novels, DVDs, music, and kitchen stuff.
Not that I've ever bought kitchen stuff.
Today's Friday the 25th and I gotta drive to Victoria.
Woowoo
I don't know what the plan is this weekend but there are movies to be watched. None in the theatre, though. I'm not going to be watching Stepbrothers unless I hear that it is BRILLIANTLY FUNNY. Because I'm not that interested. Because Will Ferrell maybe works too much.
I am goddamn psyched. Also, broke.
Alex Robinson's work on Box Office Poison is some of the best comic book work I've ever read in my life. Last year's Lower Regions was a blast to read.
Now there's a new one. And I'll be buying it soon.
I love stuff.
Yesterday I told a co-worker to go fuck himself. I overreacted. I was mad about stuff. I felt bullied. Then I was pulled into the office by our boss, because I was told on.
"keep that 'fuck off' stuff outside the lab," he said.
Then he said things about my attitude. It was really, really embarassing.
I think I like welbutrin.
I was up an hour early today. Sorry, Bethers. That means I'll pass out before we get through even one episode of Weeds.
I have so much stuff. In one place.
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Re: your comment about Cyndi Lauper, B-52's and Joan Jett.
Actually, you'd be surprised. The audience was an even mix of gay/strait. I know this because Carson Kressley from Queer Eye and How to Look good Naked was the host and he said "Clap if your gay" and then "Clap if you're strait" and the claps were about the same.
We did sit (in our lawn chairs) directly behind some gay guys who were dancing up a storm badly!
lmao. It was kinda funny till they started blocking my view. Then we moved to another spot.