your tongue is a rudder, it steers the whole ship.

09/04/2009

hm. i guess i haven't written in a weekish? i assure you, you haven't missed much.
i'm down to 15 shifts at work. thank god. i have mentally checked out of that place, big time. my boss tried to make me work an extra weekend. fuck that shit. less than a month before i'm done there and i finally grew a backbone about scheduling shit. that said, monday will be the longest shift of my life, literally and figuratively, because i'm doing a favour for this d-bag i don't even like. but he has taken call for me in the past when i needed it, so i'll come in an hour early so he can get to a concert. i still think he's a wanker, tho.
we're having a yard sale at lindsay's tomorrow. i'll take my stuff over, she'll bring her stuff out, and another of our co-workers is going to bring things over. we'll sell what we can, and whatever's left at lunchtime is going to goodwill or the dump. i'd love to make another $100 selling stuff tomorrow, but in all honesty i just want it out of my house.
the packing has come to a bit of a standstill, in that there's only so much you can pack without having to live out of boxes in your own house for weeks. i think we're going to disassemble some furniture this weekend [shelves, chairs?], which will make me feel a little more productive in the "getting shit ready to move" category.
today i got this text from emma: "last night a man came up to me (i think he's gay). he said 'as a phtographer and a jeweler, you ripple my spine.'" i fucking died. i love my ridiculous friends.