I'm a drinker not a fighter

Hey guys, one last post. I think it's time. Time to let the curtain fall...on this, my LJ love. My best friend Nick isn't on here anymore, so many people I've known are gone, and I'm just not into it really. The heart and soul of LJ has left for me.

I wish you all good things! Each of you have touched my heart at some point and we've probably shared a laugh or two. Take care, friends. If anyone wants to friend me in RL I'm on Facebook--about the only site I frequent lately--I'm captainjane. Or just email, I'm always around!

Fare well and good luck.

To my darling jhobbit. The Jay Hobbs. For some reason whenever I think of you I say "J-J-J-J-J-J-JAY ho-BIT" in my head. I think it's a G-Unit 50 cent thing? Weird.

Love you lots, lady!

Hey guys! Don't get mad. I know I haven't been around. Don't get mad! I've been...hanging out with my young-looking vampire lover, and he gets a little...possessive. This is the first time I've had away, honest. So much vampire baseball to play, so little time.

So. Let's get right to it.

My customers drive me crazy. They make me want to crack a plastic hanger in two and stab them in the shins. This is what happens, every day. And I've watched ladies--it's not easy. But they do it.

Ladies will look at a perfectly organized and stately hung rack, pick up an item, look at it, then when they go to put it back--IGNORE ALL LAWS OF PHYSICS OR LOGIC. They 'underhang'. They try, against all odds or how they hang at home, to slip the hanger in behind the rod, and hang from behind. Why. Do they hang this way in their own closets? They hang backwards? It isn't even easy--I've seen women going at it for 30 seconds or more to underhang that shit when just a regular hang would do it.

ill. 1. Regular hanging



ill. 2. The underhang



Section 2. The Magic Pat

Women will pick up an item on a perfectly lovely folded table. Trust me, that shit looks ORGANIZED. They're just curious mind you, no intention of buying--heh heh, we're in a recession. *scowl* Then they put the item down, in what sort of looks like a fold, THEN PAT IT. I witness a few "magic pats" a day. Do they think, by patting it, they magically make their lump go into the neat fold they found it in?

I hate people. *sigh*

I love my cat's smelly cat breath. I want her to breathe on me. If I was a lesbian cat she would be my girlfriend. But I'd still make fun of her with the other cats because she's so dumb.

*sigh* Moment of truth here. I bought a bathroom scale yesterday to see, out of curiosity, how much weight I've gained in the last year. The fact that I'm eating salad for lunch should say it all. The fact that my boyfriend has not said a word to me about it besides supporting me in my efforts to eat healthier, is shocking and wonderful to me. (He actually loves me? Wow.) I need to look great for my vacation in May. Maybe not bikini good, but let's aim for capri and t-shirt good.

I found this little gem of a photo when I was searching for pics of hot guys.

Why.

My left armpit smells pretty bad. My right one is okay though. Smells a bit like pine needles.

Snowstorm out tonight, wish I could teleport like in Jumper then I could be in Sacramento, immediately. And make my brother cook me some tacos, dammit. I'd be like, 'Get on that, bro!'

*sigh* Drinking.

When I get irritated with my cat I toss cat food around the kitchen floor and make her eat it from there.

So my best friend left LJ today. It's so weird, how time flies and how things change. We used to be addicted to this site and made hundreds of comments a day. My posts used to be funny. That's been over for awhile now, and we've moved on to other things. Yes, Nick is gone from LJ, but I know I can go and email him over on my next tab. I suppose it's only a matter a time before you all leave LJ for good--how many friends have we known here that have already moved on? How long until I stop posting altogether? I can feel it drifting away from me already. So many people I used to know on here have left. Promise me, if you liked my posts and you liked me, that you'll keep in touch? My email address is open 24 hrs.

In memory of Nick, I give you my ( next list. )



Bye Nomo! Catch you on the flipside!

I totally returned two Christmas gifts today. I brought back two tops that were given to me and bought the most ridiculous sparkly top. It's got sequins all over it. Awesome!

I am now officially divorced. I was much sadder than I thought I would be. I thought I'd want to throw a divorce party and burn photos of him and shag on top of the ashes. But no, I had to be all nostalgic and respectful, wow--that's totally no fun at all.

*sigh* bored. I have four days off this week and I wish I was doing something productive, like shagging on top of piles of ashes. I'm just so demotivated--I get so lazy when I'm not forced to work. I end up sleeping all day then getting up to take a nap, then making entire boxes of sausage rolls and eating it in front of the movie Jumper again. DAMN I wish they'd make a Jumper sequel. I want to know what hijinks that loveable Christian Haydensen will pull next!

Hope you guys are doing alright.

Boondock Saints II! Being made! Imagine my surprise! Many thanks to nyyankeeschic who pointed out the youtube video asking for extras for the filming today. I didn't even know BDS was being filmed in Toronto....something tells me I should be checking my fanclub emails more often.

So here are some pics of the four-hour ordeal!

( What's my motivation, Troy? )