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Yay time to update.
Apr. 2nd, 2007 02:35 amIt’s been about a month since I’ve typed in anything, so I’d best inform everybody that I’m, Yanno not dead.
First of all the Yaoi game is still on hold, not for lack of inspiration, but more of the fact that I haven’t had any time to get a write up done. More on that latter, but that is a world set I feel really good about, and I hope to get it down in file after things clear away.
Secondly things with my arcade job are both good and bad; on the downside there’s the fact that my boss can be an unrefined bag of feminine waste products… but he’s been giving me the chance to learn new things and has even given me (minor) power over some aspects of the store. This has raised my view of things from, “fuck if I’m giving him notice” to, “yeah I’ll give him full notice, otherwise I’d feel guilty”.
The biggest thing however, is the job application. In the past few weeks I haven’t really had a moment to myself,( Read more... )
-And that was possibly the longest run-on sentence I may have ever typed; go me.
This is of course, in addition to the usual things that go on, and I hate to say it but this all is starting to show. My nerves are worn to the base, I’ve told off my boss lord knows how many times (mainly because he accused me in a roundabout way of stealing from the till among other things) and it’s to the point where I’m not having dreams about people in erotic acts, I’m having dreams about getting a week off where I can get my apartment organized. I’m not sure what that’s all about, but I’m pretty sure it’s some type of sickness.
The only good things right now are that I’m almost finished with this whole process and I can get around to either having another job, or start looking for another one. At least I wouldn’t have to jump through those hoops again.
What gets me though is as I’m writing this (and the main reason why I’m writing something quick to distract me) I have to actively resist the urge to murder Boy inna closet. Because of him not only did we not have the DNIN game, or munchkin second edition (aka my only real sources of recreation), but also I have to do twice the load of laundry tomorrow without the normal help, and all the while suffering from allergies so bad I’m not going to be able to go out of my house to get the damn meds to cure it and possibly have to call in sick for the same damn reasons.
Long story short (oh who am I kidding, this ain’t short); the boy pulled late his goofing off at work,( Read more... )
Right now? It’s past two. This whole thing started at eight or so. As it is neither phone of the two people who went out are available. I left a message on Closet boys’ cell and that I wanted to know what happened. Mainly because if he did run out of gas, that would make me feel better at least, as I’m quite bitter right now.
Honestly right now I’m beyond pissed. It’s to the state where I’m getting tears in my eyes, not “oh god how could you, you promised” but, “you’re right over the phone and damn I wish you were here so I could just show you how fucking upset I am and you had better be glad that the Us has laws against it otherwise I’d have you strapped down and give you a few motherfuggin’ broken bones for your stupidity. Why can’t you physically be here WHY? AGH so powerless.” That sort of thing, that’s normal right? Yeah didn’t think so.
The best part was that I said, “If you don’t have the money come by and pick me up again and I’ll get the cash and the allergy shit.” He was the one who didn’t want me to spend my money, he was the one who if he had called saying, “hey I can’t get the cash, you want me to come by?” this shit wouldn’t have gotten this far. The only hope I have is if the bastard brings the stuff in the morning after my mom has swiped mine and hope I’m awake and not in some allergy-ridden half comatose state. Also mom has to go to the bank before her lunch, which makes her not happy, which makes me not happy because one guess who she’ll rant at.
Yeah. So I guess this is a happy Easter or something.
(Ps: dom/dommes out there? Any good ideas for punishing a slave who fucked up royal? I need some tips)
First of all the Yaoi game is still on hold, not for lack of inspiration, but more of the fact that I haven’t had any time to get a write up done. More on that latter, but that is a world set I feel really good about, and I hope to get it down in file after things clear away.
Secondly things with my arcade job are both good and bad; on the downside there’s the fact that my boss can be an unrefined bag of feminine waste products… but he’s been giving me the chance to learn new things and has even given me (minor) power over some aspects of the store. This has raised my view of things from, “fuck if I’m giving him notice” to, “yeah I’ll give him full notice, otherwise I’d feel guilty”.
The biggest thing however, is the job application. In the past few weeks I haven’t really had a moment to myself,( Read more... )
-And that was possibly the longest run-on sentence I may have ever typed; go me.
This is of course, in addition to the usual things that go on, and I hate to say it but this all is starting to show. My nerves are worn to the base, I’ve told off my boss lord knows how many times (mainly because he accused me in a roundabout way of stealing from the till among other things) and it’s to the point where I’m not having dreams about people in erotic acts, I’m having dreams about getting a week off where I can get my apartment organized. I’m not sure what that’s all about, but I’m pretty sure it’s some type of sickness.
The only good things right now are that I’m almost finished with this whole process and I can get around to either having another job, or start looking for another one. At least I wouldn’t have to jump through those hoops again.
What gets me though is as I’m writing this (and the main reason why I’m writing something quick to distract me) I have to actively resist the urge to murder Boy inna closet. Because of him not only did we not have the DNIN game, or munchkin second edition (aka my only real sources of recreation), but also I have to do twice the load of laundry tomorrow without the normal help, and all the while suffering from allergies so bad I’m not going to be able to go out of my house to get the damn meds to cure it and possibly have to call in sick for the same damn reasons.
Long story short (oh who am I kidding, this ain’t short); the boy pulled late his goofing off at work,( Read more... )
Right now? It’s past two. This whole thing started at eight or so. As it is neither phone of the two people who went out are available. I left a message on Closet boys’ cell and that I wanted to know what happened. Mainly because if he did run out of gas, that would make me feel better at least, as I’m quite bitter right now.
Honestly right now I’m beyond pissed. It’s to the state where I’m getting tears in my eyes, not “oh god how could you, you promised” but, “you’re right over the phone and damn I wish you were here so I could just show you how fucking upset I am and you had better be glad that the Us has laws against it otherwise I’d have you strapped down and give you a few motherfuggin’ broken bones for your stupidity. Why can’t you physically be here WHY? AGH so powerless.” That sort of thing, that’s normal right? Yeah didn’t think so.
The best part was that I said, “If you don’t have the money come by and pick me up again and I’ll get the cash and the allergy shit.” He was the one who didn’t want me to spend my money, he was the one who if he had called saying, “hey I can’t get the cash, you want me to come by?” this shit wouldn’t have gotten this far. The only hope I have is if the bastard brings the stuff in the morning after my mom has swiped mine and hope I’m awake and not in some allergy-ridden half comatose state. Also mom has to go to the bank before her lunch, which makes her not happy, which makes me not happy because one guess who she’ll rant at.
Yeah. So I guess this is a happy Easter or something.
(Ps: dom/dommes out there? Any good ideas for punishing a slave who fucked up royal? I need some tips)
