OK, Im way past due for an update
Well, this weekend was supposed to be dedicated to buying a new car, but P.E.s grandma passed away a couple of days ago so the hunt may have to wait another week until after the funeral and whatnot. I just hope my transmission doesnt fall out before then.
Oh, and, by the way, P.E.s weird. When she said her grams had passed, I was up and ready to go be the consoling shoulder to cry on, but no She was fine; the same old cool cucumber that she always is. Ya know, in the all the time weve been together now, Ive only seen her cry like twice! That amazes me. Granted, there are a few drama queens in my past, perhaps tainting my overall perception of the fairer sex, but still
Anyway, back to the quest for a new car As anxious as I am to be rid of my old beast, I cant say that Im looking forward to running the gauntlet of salesmen. Seriously, its like Night of the Living Dead the minute you walk on to a lot
You sneak onto the sales lot determined to have a quick look around; youre not there to buy today, just browsing. You spot a pack of salesmen wandering in aimless circles, waiting to pounce on some unwary customer. But right now, thankfully, theyre distracted by the hot Latina receptionist who started work last Tuesday. This is your chance! You make a run for it, ducking through the rows of cars, comparing sticker prices as you jot down hasty notes. But just then
One of the salesmen spots you!
You see the fake smile wash over his face as he stumbles in for the kill, his hand already reaching into his jacket to retrieve the business card. NOOOOO!!! you scream. But theres no use running. Hes already on top of you, hissing promises of the best deal in town into your dying ears as he sucks the life essence from your very soul!!!
Yes, as you may have guessed, Im not fond of car salesmen. If theres a grain of truth to every stereotype, car salesmen take the whole Goddamn beach! (Im going with grains of sand for this particular analogy) They are indeed slimy, pushy hucksters who would sell their own mothers if the price were right.
Anyway, on to the part of the update that I like to call, Well, Thats Fucked Up!
I got an email from an old friend with a link to some how shall I say? Very, VERY hardcore porn; something youd expect to have come out of Germany or perhaps Japan. Anyway, I was directed to a video and told to see if I saw anyone who looked familiar.
Yep, I can now say that I have run across a former acquaintance in a bukkake video.
And, well Thats fucked up!
Anyway, now that the boss-man is in the UK, Im relishing in being able to work at my own pace. I think its actually allowed me to accomplish more in less time. Its ironic how supervisors, the very people who are supposedly there to ensure that your nose remains to the grindstone, can actually end up being a hindrance to productivity.
Writing-wise, Im more than busy too busy, actually but I kinda like juggling multiple projects; keeps the momentum going. Anyway, I just finished a new first draft, am in the process of finessing another two scripts, and now the boss wants me to start on another one.
And again I say, can I PLEASE have a raise???
OK, that be it for now.
Well, this weekend was supposed to be dedicated to buying a new car, but P.E.s grandma passed away a couple of days ago so the hunt may have to wait another week until after the funeral and whatnot. I just hope my transmission doesnt fall out before then.
Oh, and, by the way, P.E.s weird. When she said her grams had passed, I was up and ready to go be the consoling shoulder to cry on, but no She was fine; the same old cool cucumber that she always is. Ya know, in the all the time weve been together now, Ive only seen her cry like twice! That amazes me. Granted, there are a few drama queens in my past, perhaps tainting my overall perception of the fairer sex, but still
Anyway, back to the quest for a new car As anxious as I am to be rid of my old beast, I cant say that Im looking forward to running the gauntlet of salesmen. Seriously, its like Night of the Living Dead the minute you walk on to a lot
You sneak onto the sales lot determined to have a quick look around; youre not there to buy today, just browsing. You spot a pack of salesmen wandering in aimless circles, waiting to pounce on some unwary customer. But right now, thankfully, theyre distracted by the hot Latina receptionist who started work last Tuesday. This is your chance! You make a run for it, ducking through the rows of cars, comparing sticker prices as you jot down hasty notes. But just then
One of the salesmen spots you!
You see the fake smile wash over his face as he stumbles in for the kill, his hand already reaching into his jacket to retrieve the business card. NOOOOO!!! you scream. But theres no use running. Hes already on top of you, hissing promises of the best deal in town into your dying ears as he sucks the life essence from your very soul!!!
Yes, as you may have guessed, Im not fond of car salesmen. If theres a grain of truth to every stereotype, car salesmen take the whole Goddamn beach! (Im going with grains of sand for this particular analogy) They are indeed slimy, pushy hucksters who would sell their own mothers if the price were right.
Anyway, on to the part of the update that I like to call, Well, Thats Fucked Up!
I got an email from an old friend with a link to some how shall I say? Very, VERY hardcore porn; something youd expect to have come out of Germany or perhaps Japan. Anyway, I was directed to a video and told to see if I saw anyone who looked familiar.
Yep, I can now say that I have run across a former acquaintance in a bukkake video.
And, well Thats fucked up!
Anyway, now that the boss-man is in the UK, Im relishing in being able to work at my own pace. I think its actually allowed me to accomplish more in less time. Its ironic how supervisors, the very people who are supposedly there to ensure that your nose remains to the grindstone, can actually end up being a hindrance to productivity.
Writing-wise, Im more than busy too busy, actually but I kinda like juggling multiple projects; keeps the momentum going. Anyway, I just finished a new first draft, am in the process of finessing another two scripts, and now the boss wants me to start on another one.
And again I say, can I PLEASE have a raise???
OK, that be it for now.
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girly:
I try. 
perdy:
Do you know what? I've never considered that. It's quite wierd really.