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wThursday, May 29, 2003 | |
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i was messing around reading my old entries this morning, when i became annoyed with myself for typing such long, boring crap. then i decided that this was compounded by my big font and such a small table width. so i messed with the template (always dangerous, i didn't even back it up) and decided to go with the 600 pixel table. this means that if your screen res is 800x600 it looks like shit. but you know what, if that's the screen res you're using, you're an idiot. anyway, i still type a lot of drivel, changing the width didn't change that. (but i did find a mistake in the "current" link to my archive, so that's fixed.) posted by Jenny on 5/29/2003 10:55:00 AM |
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wWednesday, May 28, 2003 | |
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i said i was going to go to bed over an hour ago. at this point i'm thinking, "hmm, i could watch simpsons and then king of the hill... ooh, king of the hill." mostly i'm dreading going to school tomorrow. i had planned to go early, now i'm trying to remember why. i really hate that class. every minute of it makes me want to stab my pen in to something. so far, not a person. the other day i was thinking i should get a slurpee and take it to class. having something in my mouth is my best defense against getting in trouble. sadly, there are no 7-11's anywhere near the school. another reason why that city sucks, but i digress. after my superfudge comment i made waves with my rant on voting. someone was up on their high horse about catholic countries being opressive being too patriarchical and not allowing women to vote (wah wah wah). so i said, "dude, i should convert, i'm sick of voting. i have to wait in line, it smells like cat pee, and old people try to put stickers on me." that went over big on my half of the room, though i don't think the professor liked it. i'll get to how i'm curbing my behavior now at the bottom. on thursday i took my grandma out with me. she is obsessed with where cities start and stop. how the fuck should i know? i would just read the signs on the freeway, that seemed to work, sort of. also, she kept talking. blah blah blah. like the only thing i'm going to be interested in is old people's illnesses. and the worst was, she kept asking if i had to have the radio on. i told her just til i heard the traffic report. but then as soon as it would come on, she'd start talking! then when we got out further east she'd start saying things like, "imagine that, a shopping centerin covina! hmm, i never would have thought..." yes! there are places to shop in covina, and west covina even! things have changed since 1928, the year she is perpetually stuck in! for example. every time i take her out there i hear this story: i only got a ticket once (she lies, so i doubt that). before there was a freeway i used to drive this far twice a day (see what i mean). the speed limit was 35 miles per hour coming down the hill. it changed to 20 and there was no way you could stop fast enough. the judge was wearing overalls and the courtroom was a desk on his front porch. the fine was $2, i had to borrow the money from my father. she should have hired atticus finch. he'd have showed the judge who's boss and also waited outside the holding cell with his shot gun. anyway, i eventually go to school, which i don't remember being particularly awful, except that class gets out at 3:30 and the professor was screening a movie at 7:10 (then she admitted she didn't even really have the room until 7:30, grr). so i show up, and i'm standing in the hallway. on the left is an anime group drooling over some movie this chick brought. while they wait, the guys decide to start playing magic, that card game that is soooo 1996. on the right is a freshman spanish discussion section. they were so loud that all of the professors were coming out of their rooms asking them to be quiet. our profesor shushed them, and this big, fat, monster of a mongoloid girl (ok, just big, fat and ugly, maybe not a mongoloid) says "wh-hy am i being shushed?" i said to the people in my class, "it's better than smacking you upside the head, freshman." they enjoyed that. but, again, i digress. my professor (whom i've taken a class from before) says to me, "hi jennifer, how are you?" i start to answer, and she gets up, goes outside, and starts smoking. god, that is so fucking rude! then she comes in the room, starts the movie and announces that she's not going to watch it, she can't stand to see it again. gee, a glowing review. so she goes to her office and asks someone to bring her the movie when it's over. thank god it wasn't me, i wasn't going to stay all night to watch some german feminist movie crap. i was going to go early and watch it on reserve today, but we already discussed it in class. why put the movie on reserve at like 9:00 in the morning when you're going to discuss it at 2:00 that same day? i said that loud enough for a few people to hear. they seemed shocked that i didn't stay for the whole screening if i hadn't seen the movie. oh, come off it, brown nosers. well, that was when i started coming up with statements in my head to really cut in to the feminist sensibilities. the best one was: "scott peterson is so hot. i hope he gets out of jail so i can marry him and have his babies." later i revised that to: "have his bab- oh, was thinking outloud?" sadly, i rationalized that this was much less offensive. so far everyone i've said it to has cracked up. one person admitted it was horribly offensive, but they still chuckled. i've also said it to way more people than would have heard me had i just said it in class. then again, it's all about choosing your audience... posted by Jenny on 5/28/2003 11:34:00 PM |
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i got here about 11:20. clocked at 11:15, though. there were 2 w-9's in my inbox, i did those. so then by 11:23 i went in to my supervisor's office and told her there was nothing i knew how to do in the inbox (or, anything at all, really). so she gave me some stuff to copy, which i did. taking the staple out was the hardest part. i even let everyone who came in the room make their copies while i waited. next at around noon she gave me some stuff to file, and some stuff to enter and print check requests. did both of those. and now, at 1:30, i am completely out of things to do, again. on friday i also did 2 w-9's, and then i waited around for someone to put something in my inbox. when that didn't happen i went to lunch. then i sat in this cubicle for a few more hours and waited for someone to put something in my inbox. and when that didn't happen i went home. if it weren't for the internet, what would i do? although, i do worry that i'm typing too loudly, and that people who are trying to work are being disturbed. i at least hope that none of them are writing up a commendation because i seem to be working so hard with all this typing going on. for example, this whole thing has taken me just over 2 minutes to type, that's pretty quick, i think. posted by Jenny on 5/28/2003 01:42:00 PM |
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wTuesday, May 27, 2003 | |
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it seems i am slowly but surely running out of these things to dredge up from the past. the person to whom i'm refering is the aunt who bought be the cd's yesterday. and now, without further ado, two years ago today: 5/27/01 so here i was enjoying a quiet afternoon at home (my parent's house) and a psycopath walks in the front door. in all fairness it was unlocked, and some people here are actually delusional enough not to mind, but still, the quietness has been replaced by apoplectic screaming. god this sucks my first reaction was to reach out and kick the computer room door shut but that would announce my prescence not to worry, while i was waiting for my login to complete a frantic search revealled my location (not that i think my whereabouts needed to be know, i am well past the age to be considered "an adult"...) i immediately donned my mask of indifference which only brought about screaming and a spit shower of course, any reaction on my part would have gotten the same thing... this is soooo unfair i wish my parents wouldn't make me go through this it's my house (ok, it's their house, but it's my home) and i should be allowed to come home for the weekend and not have to go through this everyday... i mean, friday night, all day saturday, and all i get is a small break until mid-day sunday and it all starts over again! posted by Jenny on 5/27/2003 09:28:00 PM |
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i read in the paper today that google is creating a search tab for blogs. apparently results from recent entries show up at the top of searches, (especially for current events) and people then end up clicking on some morons blog. they say blogs accounts for something like .32% of results. also that the number of blog readers pales in comparison to the number of blog writers. first of all, if you search for something, google tells you what domain the results are on. you're an idiot of you click on something that says blogspot or whatever. also, read the sentence around your search, it should be obvious if the site is maintained by a moron. and, use quotes when you search, you'll get better results anyway. (i am the googlemaster!) and second, read other people's blogs. be cool. be cool, read other people's blogs. posted by Jenny on 5/27/2003 08:11:00 PM |
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wMonday, May 26, 2003 | |
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my current away message: I got the new coldplay cd. i got the new red hot chili peppers cd. i have coveted said cd since before it existed. i got both of them for $.6.25, total! i is the subject of my sentence, and what the predicate says i do. i take back some bad things i've said about my aunt, temporarily, because she bought me 2 cd's at best buy. because they were expensive i gave her $6. then i said i'd buy her coffee at starbucks. then after we ordered she decided to pay. i put in the quarter, though. i was at best buy because my parents were fighting about making coffee for my aunt. see, so offering to buy coffee was strategic. damn i'm good. posted by Jenny on 5/26/2003 05:42:00 PM |
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wSunday, May 25, 2003 | |
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Dear Graduating Student: Crap University will be hosting thousands of visitors at this June's commencements exercises. Many of these visitors will arrives from locations around the world. For the health and safety of our guests and the entire community, we urge those of you who anticipate having guests from SARS affected areas to advise them well in advance of the Center for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) guidlines and travel advisories pertaining to this disease Please inform your visitors froms SARS affected areas that they will be givien travel advisory information upon arrival in the U.S., and they will be expected to follow these guidelines. A copy of the current advisory appears on the reverse side of this letter. This is updated often. Your guests should check the CDC website at www.cdc.gov for the most current information as their travel date approaches. If guests begin to feel symptoms during the ceremony such as fever, coughing, or respiratory difficulty, please urge them to remove themselves from the crowd immediately and report to the Commencement First Aid Station. A diagram of the Commencement venue, indicating the location of the First Aid Station, will be printed in each ceremony program. Crap University has designated its Travel Clinic official as the main contact for SARS related health concerns. If your guests are experiencing symptoms prior to the ceremony or have questions about their compliance with the CDC guidlines, they are encourages to contact: Sucker Who Got Stuck With This Job Crap University California, U.S.A. After normal business hours advice and information is available through the California Department of Health Services SARS Hotline: English/Spanish: (800) 550-5234 Chinese/Vietnamese: (800) 750-2858 TDD: (800) 750-5281 Congratulations on your upcoming graduation! May your celebration be healthy and safe. coming soon: the "HEALTH ALERT NOTICE" from the back of the letter. posted by Jenny on 5/25/2003 10:18:00 PM |
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wSaturday, May 24, 2003 | |
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i am receiving no money for this endorsement. (what's up with that?) i have been playing monopoly online at playsite.com it is highly recommended. posted by Jenny on 5/24/2003 01:25:00 PM |
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wFriday, May 23, 2003 | |
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this is getting scary... Aries Mar. 21 - April 19 The Ram remains faithful to their cause even if it doesn't seem to make any sense to anyone else. You have your mind made up, and there isn't anything that anyone else can say or do to make you change it. Of course, that doesn't mean that you're exactly ready for action either. Right now, you prefer to think very carefully about what the plan is going to be before actually putting it in motion. That's a good strategy, especially since you aren't really interested in doing anything that requires very much physical effort! i wonder if walking "counts" as exercise when you're wearing flip flops. by the time i got to my cubicle today (and even before that) my arches were killing me. that's a lie, i was born with flat feet. the areas of my feet where arches should be were killing me. how inaerobic. when i rule the world, people who drive suv's will be openly persecuted. i hate it when they park in compact spaces, thus taking up 2 parking spaces for 1 horribly inefficient fuel mongering machine. here's how i would design parking lots: there'd be a hierarchy of fuel efficency, compact spaces would be the closest (except for the handicap spaces, which would be off in their own little section for old people don't put dings in my car...) then there's be regular size spaces for sedans only. then there would be 3-5 really big spaces and suv owners would have to fight it out to park in the last row. this would be strictly enforced. all suv owners parking in smaller spaces would have their vehicles towed at the owners further expense. (further because they're already paying an arm and a leg for gas, towed because slashing their tires would violate their rights or something.) now really, there is no reason to have an expedition. there isn't even a sport it can be used for where it's not going to tip over. if you need a blazer or something for going off road, why do you have to drive it on the street and blow your nasty exhaust all over the rest of us. trucks are for losers who only have 1 friend, because that's all they'll hold. if you need a truck on your farm or something, again, keep it off the city streets. if you have an extended cab truck, well, that's not a truck, you're a yuppie. and i'm not forgetting about minivans, i'm desregarding them. why do you need to drive around all that space? most of the time you see a single person driving an astrovan. sedans hold 2 adults and 3 kids in the back seat. if you have 4 kids, you can have a minivan. but you have to park in the hanicapped area, because i have yet to see someone with 4 kids who could control all 4 of those brats. station wagons can park in the regular spaces. if you have a station wagon, you're ok in my book. this, remember, is when i rule the world. posted by Jenny on 5/23/2003 12:09:00 PM |
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wThursday, May 22, 2003 | |
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today i was sitting in my sister's apartment while we watched the clock for the 10 minutes before she had to leave for class. she was slumped over eating kix out of the box. mmm, kix. 2 landed on her chest. she picked 1 up, popped it in her mouth and stuck her hand back in the box. i reached over and pointing saying, "you missed one." she smacked my hand away, yelled, "i'm saving that for later!" and continued eating. at first i shook my head and said something like, "that's so wrong." then i started laughing. this only made her laugh and yell, "i can't eat when you make me laugh!" now seriously, what is wrong with this picture? who saves kix for later on what was previously a clean shirt? actually, it was funny. getting my hand slapped wasn't so funny, but she was being lazy, and that's funny, as long as i don't want her to clean up a mess or answer the phone. more about today, tomorrow. right now, king of the hill is on. posted by Jenny on 5/22/2003 11:45:00 PM |
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last night my mom's boss gave her free tickets to the l.a. opening of lily tomlin's one women show signs for intelligent life in the universe. so naturally i invited my boss (the nice one who i hang out with, not the mean one). of course, my mom told me "wednesday the 22nd" and i repeated that without checking to see if it was right (and having know my mom for 24 years now, i should have known better). well, she couldn't go, so i called around yesterday (at work, haha) and found my newly out of the closet gay friend was really excited about it. i gave him a trial by fire finding the music center with my crappy directions (which were mostly, here's how taperahmanson.com says to get there, but don't take grand, park at the dwp on hope instead). he eventually called me and i was a like gps guiding him from the courthouse to dwp. i felt like saying "welcome to our 8 square blocks where l.a. thinks it's like new york." anyway, when i picked up the tickets we had a voucher for a free drink in the founders room at intermission and an invitation to the after party in the grand hall of the dorothy chandler. i sent him an email that said pants nicer than jeans and a shirt with a collar. i didn't want to seem all controlling about it. i neglected to say opening night. he wore jeans and a white and turquoise stripped polo shirt. i didn't care (not to self: lexapro might be working) we were pretty much in the back of the orchestra section. then at intermission we went to the founders room, he felt out of place. no one said anything to us, which might have been good, nothing like "jeans? really?". he got free champagne, i got a free diet coke. all of the rich donor people would get a drink, and then set it down without even drinking it. like some guy who got champagne and then looked at it, and get it down right next to the bar without so much and touching anything but the stem of the glass - we could have had 2 free champagnes. or the guy who got a diet coke, poured less than 1/3 of it into a glass with ice and gave it back to the bartender. we also say david hyde pierce (who excited my friend) and kathy najimy (eh, we worked her little tvland awards pre-show) and camryn manheim. ok, i only have one more name to drop, bear with me. i just read at work yesterday that half the cast of the practice got dumped. (the article said something like: last week abc paraded them at upfront, now half of them are out of a job). so we had a moment that went like: "so sorry you go fir - oh wait, that wasn't you... is lara flynn boyle here? lara flynn boyle! anyone?". haha, we make our own fun. last we saw jo anne worley, who looked really, really good. oh, i just looked her up, she's only 62. well, she still looked good. after the show (also, good, really good), we went to the dorothy chandler (which isn't lime green anymore, yea!). they were passing out shot glasses of tomato soup. my friend wanted to know what they were serving on the tables, and i said "probably dessert, it's kind of an after show tradition, having dessert." and it was desserts like chocolate covered strawnerries and little eclairs, whew, dodged the bullet there. also, there was a dance floor (like i was going to dance) and more free bars set up all around. at least we didn't push and shove and beat up on people for a free drink. a lot of people can't really say that ;) we went out on the balcony and looked out over the music center. the fountain was all roped off with caution tape and there was a big white tent between the taper and the dorothy chandler, but i still thought it was cool. he was wondering why we were standing out there. i suppose being raised in l.a. has some advantages. although the real advantage is probably that my parents are in to theater so they take me to the ahmanson. i did get to see the joffrey ballet once in the 4th grade. we sat in the 2nd to last row of the balcony. afterwards we had to do some dance in the courtyard with hundreds (or thousands) of other elementary school kids. i remember being squished up against the rail to the taper and being more interested in the water pool than the lady with the megaphone shouting from the dorothy chandler. but i digress. well, not really, the last thing i was going to say was, my friend commented that camryn manheim's date was gayer than mine was. i wonder who would "win" if it were a competition? posted by Jenny on 5/22/2003 10:39:00 AM |
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wWednesday, May 21, 2003 | |
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2:19 p.m. i think i will start a domain where i air grievences with total strangers. like the dick in a blue taurus station wagon i was driving behind yesterday, or the people who fill out the w-9's im processing today. i'd say, "john doe, 123 main st. - you're an asshole who didn't date his w-9" or, "jane doe, 45 1st ave - didn't you know that social security numbers have more than 8 digits?" also, i wish i could remember the things i had to say before i decided to do this running entry... 2:32 p.m. i love that when i can hardly sit still for another second i can strectch and put my arm straight in the air and no professor asks me if i have a question and then gets all huffy when i don't. 2:49 p.m. i think i've found someone to join me in using free tickets to the l.a. opening of lily tomlin in the search for intelligent life in the universe. i know where not to look... haha! i slay me! 3:03 p.m. a very happy doorlock that's what my title would be if i used titles for entries... i get up every hour on the hour and go downstairs and fax a report. of course this means i inevitably spend the last few minutes of the hour waiting to get up and go down there. well, i've gotten so lazy that i don't take my id badge off anymore to open the electronic door locks, i just stand on my tip toes and wave my chest in front of the access panel. well, except for downstairs, where the barcode actually has to pass in from of a certain spot on the door. that's a bend over and use the hands type of job... 3:06 p.m. what do you say when you've sneezed and someelse says "bless you?" i just let out one of my monster allergy sneezes. there was a delay, and then a "bless you" wafted over from the other side the to big cubicle wall (oddly enough, i'm the only person here in my aisle of 8 cubicles, 2 interns and 5 lazy workers didn't show up today, so why am i here?). i said "thank you" with a small sniffle. is that the right thing to say/do? 3:13 p.m. Wednesday, May 21, 2003 03:00 PM Don't Forget: Take Grandma to Claremont tomorrow. May 21, 2003 3:00 PM damn 3:26 P.M. someone must have been playing beautiful dreamer earlier, because it's stuck in my head. wake unto thee! 3:44 P.M. TOMMY TANGS MODERN THAI CRUISINE i think i'll leave that entry alone and make a duplicate entry for the same business. and, it's almost time for me to go fax, something to look forward too. 3:57 p.m. i just finished one of the 2 w-9 packets in the task folders (or, the one i didn't get to on friday). now i'm going to post this, fax something, and come back up here and work expeditiously on the last verification box that i see up here. because once i finish that, they can bring 10 more in... posted by Jenny on 5/21/2003 03:06:00 PM |
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when i signed in to my aol at aol.com and say this i was worried that somehow i forgot to sign out of aol, and that they still had my brithday which was in my profile like... 5 years ago. Aries Mar. 21 - April 19 Ariens work hard to achieve their goals, and you're no exception. Your enthusiasm takes you just about as far as you would like to go. You are the first to start something or to suggest something that really saves the day, and your friends, coworkers or family are bound to be both surprised and happy with the results of your enthusiasm and valiant efforts. The better organized you are, the easier it will be for you to move on to whatever is next on the agenda, so make sure you clean up and put things back in their place as you go. then i realized that horoscopes usually start on aries... duh. posted by Jenny on 5/21/2003 01:38:00 PM |
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i'm getting $60 per week in unemployment compensation. how am i supposed to afford a new digital camera on that? also, i have my free southwest airline ticket that expires in sept. how am i supposed to afford a hotel on that? my mom called me yesterday while i was home and she was at work and asked if i was going to use the ticket to go to the town the former pb lives in. whatthefuck? where did THAT come from? all i said was, "do you have to talk about this at WORK?" grrrr. i've been thinking of buying this camera. especially since yesterday when the loud mouth girl in class was wearing her same pair of black athletic pants witht he white piping down her leg. then there was a 4 inch gap of pinky white girl leg, then some black socks with brown kitty cats on them, then her dirty white tennis shoes. i'm sorry, but one can't let that pass without a picture. posted by Jenny on 5/21/2003 09:27:00 AM |
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wTuesday, May 20, 2003 | |
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 Japan - Viewed as the technological powerhouse of the 21st Century, it has lived a reletively solemn and singular history. Positives: Technologically Advanced. Economic Superpower. Healthy Populace. Negatives: Small. Isolated and Sometimes Ignored. Unlucky with Disasters. Which Country of the World are You? brought to you by Quizilla posted by Jenny on 5/20/2003 10:49:00 PM |
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wMonday, May 19, 2003 | |
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from two years ago, back when i had my own apartment... (ah, the good old days): 5/27/2001 at 2:43 a.m. i can't remember exactly how this happened but my schedule (my internal schedule) has gotten totally screwed up. i have no monday and friday classes, so that leaves me with a 4 day weekend, and some how i've managed to switch over to where i'm awake well past 4:00 (even as late as 5 or 6) and I don't wake up until after 1:00 the next day. also, i feel like i want to sleep all day, and sometimes i do take naps (which is bad), but then i can't sleep at night. my bed is horrible. i can't sleep in it at all, unless i'm reeeeallly tired, then i fall asleep, but the next morning my back hurts. plus, my kidneys are killing me, i think it's from the bed. i sleep on the couch sometimes, but it's too short and my legs hurt, plus, it's starting to sink from all the weight, it wasn't meant for that. anyway, my sleeping problems aside, this schedule thing is totally screwing me up. i have class in 9 hours, and lately i've been neding nine hours of sleep. even if i drag myself out of bed (and i need to shower, so i have to get up 10 minutes early), jump up and run to class as usual and get there late, i fall asleep in class. i don't take morning classes, so the professors think i'm insane for falling alseep at noon. plus i'm totally failing out, but yet i'm graduating (that's what happens when you keep barely meeting the requirements, one screw up can push you ever the edge). my parents don't know, they keep calling and asking me where i want to go to dinner for graduation and what i'm going to wear (well, my mom keeps calling, my dad isn't very involved). she puts so much pressure on me. i was going to say that in therapy but i took a week off and then i slept through my last appointment, so that's 3 weeks i've gone without, so to speak. anyway, i'm not at a low like i was when i started writing here, but i'm just at a standstill cause i still haven't done any of the work i didn't do then, and usually when i get out of it i do it... also, i'm not doing any stuff now, so that's like a double whammy (i can't believe i just used that word). Actually, it's more like a triple cause i got way more work this quarter. i have no idea what i'm going to do for the next few hours... i'm not going to sleep. i really want to get up from the computer. i don't want to watch tv cause i don't want to sit on the couch, but there's basically no where to go. i guess i'd go home, but i don't really want to drive this late and i do have class back here tomorrow. plus i don't want to see my family. i wish i could go home and have them not be there, then i'd be going for my bed (ah, my bed, i like my bed, i never did before, but i do since i moved here) and all my stuff, and good cable so i could watch the sopranos and 61* (cause they hyped it so much, now i gotta see it). and i can eat stuff and cook in the kitchen and if i leave the dishes in the sink someone else will do them and other stuff. my parents want to come here on saturday and stay until sunday. i was thinking about going home on friday and coming back with them and then going home on sunday and coming back again, that way i still get my own bed. the only drawback is them, but then again they were coming anyway. wow, i never planned to type this much (it is now officially 3:00, damn, no it's not, i forgot, my computer keeps dropping minutes, it's actually 3:10). i was going to go on about my screwed up schedule, but i've grown restless... the end posted by Jenny on 5/19/2003 11:52:00 AM |
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i also hate it when people do things like, give you a gift, and then before you're even done unwrapping it, they tell you what it is. or they say all of the things they were going to buy you instead of the gift you were giving. or when they grab the gift away from you and start telling you how and why you're supposed to use it. even worse is when they open it, assuming you were going to keep it and not return for something you actually wanted. and then the worst is when they start talking about how much it cost. because isn't the point of getting a gift that it's about you, not the person giving it to you? expecially if it's your birthday (like today, which is my dad's birthday). last night my aunt was here when he openned his gifts (something i doubt he would have gotten if she hadn't of hijacked my mom saturday morning). anyway, while he was opening the gift "from the kids" (while we stood around and waited to see what we got him), she was saying how it was something and she and my mom wanted. now wasn't that thoughtful of them to wrap it up all pretty? (we we out and bought a card, he seemed to like that the best. we also made him an ice cream cake, it was melty, so he liked that second best.) we got him a silver wine funnel. my mom said the best part was, after he unwrapped it, watching him try to figure out how to open the box. he also got some other stuff that they wanted, like 2 wine decanters. we already have 2, but my mom wanted to be able to put out 2 that match. there was a wine decanter cleaner sitting on the table in a bag from the wine store, but no one else figured it out. afterwards my sister and i ran upstairs because we were going to see the producers, again. all the way up i heard my aunt going a mile a minute yelling about how she picked ou the gifts and she paid for a decanter, and her her her. sheesh. posted by Jenny on 5/19/2003 10:32:00 AM |
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my aunt's in the other room right now talking about the french, and how we saved them in wwii, and they wouldn't help us. then my sister says something like "well, they did save us in the war of independence." my aunt's response is to yell, "i'm talking about recent history here!". my sister's response to that was some noise resembling "pssh." she has a point, though. we talked about this in women's studies (which is technically history of women, which is a history class, which is my major) on thursday. the professor was talking about wwi and basically explaining that this was a total war where the people on the homefront were starved in to submission, unlike today where we just swept through iraq, and the u.s. didn't need anyone else. (as an aside, at the time i thought about poland, and how poland is fighting in iraq, and to reward them bush is stopping in poland for like 36 hours as part of some other trip, and just basically how the whole thing was really lame.) but now i stick my head out in to the hallway and yell, "it's not like we needed them anyways!" i don't think she heard me, because it's not like her to just let something like that go... anyway, i've avoided talking about the "war", like i've avoided thinking about it, or noticing it, but i thought i'd throw something in. also, i had french fries for dinner yesterday, and they were good. the french toast i had for breakfast at the french restaurant we went to on mother's bad, not so good. it was 5 pieces of a baguette and really eggy. also, the waitress (who didn't have the acting chops to try a fake french accent like the men) made a joke about freedom toast. that was unappreciated. my mom just walked by me on the way to the bathroom and called out to my dad (who's barbequing), "jenny doesn't like her hot dogs real black!" to which my aunt responds from the den, "well, we do!" i said under my breath, "we don't care what you like." again, i don't think anyone heard me, because it's not like my mom to just let that go. posted by Jenny on 5/18/2003 05:43:00 PM |
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11:56 a.m. yea, they're doing a remake of cheaper by the dozen! (why don't they just re-release the original?) 12:07 p.m. there is a gay british guy here today well, he might not he gay, just annoying. since i got here today (about a half hour ago) there's been this british guy sitting with the other intern in her cubicle, and he hasn't shut up. at one point i turned to the accountant behind me (who usually talks on the phone all day, but who has been working so far today) and whispered "shut up and do some work". i think they heard me. one of the things he's saying is he doesn't know anywhere to hang out in l.a. if he asks me, i think i'll invite him out wuth my friends/co-workers. he's probably getting a degree in business from ucla or usc and really going places. i would like to fuck him up and make him stray from his path. trick him in to thinking being a page is the way to go. possibly get him to drop out of school. hehe, this might be fun. god, shut up! i'm going to pretend he's the reason i'm not working right now, but blogging instead ;) 12:15 p.m. it just got quiet over there for 12 seconds and i stopped typing and looked over to see if there were kissing! hahaha, what the hell is wrong with me? (they weren't, btw, he was looking at the computer screen, she doesn't seem to be much a talker). 12:29 p.m. the accountant guy behind me (who i think really is gay, but he's mentioned a wife) is trying to get his homeowner's association to pay for his mold problem. he says they should pay on the balconies (plural), and everywhere but this one shower. hehe, now he's talking about a woman, who i think is the wife. definitely gay. 12:33 p.m. the women on the other side of my cubicle, whom i rarely see walked by. i think she only owns 2 outfits: some long skirt and sweater and jeans and this god forsaken coral colored t-shirt. yuck. 12:34 p.m. make a wish! 12:35 p.m. he just said, "ok!", got up and stretched and then "what's your name? nice to meet you" in a single breath. and then it fell silent for 30 seconds until he came back, and said something else and then "see you later". damn. 12:38 p.m. aw, gay accountant guy just said hi like he was happy to see me. wasn't that nice of him? 12:42 p.m. ok, i just did a file that had 32 forms filed out for a single paycheck of $349.05 (canadian). that's for 3 days, with an hour of overtime on each day. 12:50 p.m. oh the lord is good to me, and so i thank the lord, for giving me the things i need: the sun and the rain and the apple seeds. it's the johnny appleseed song. did you think i got religion or something? (the away message i've had up today, no one has im-ed, though.) 12:57 p.m. casey jr's coming down the track, with a smokey stack... casey's gonna thrill, every jack and jill... time for lem-o-nade and crac-ker-jacks, casey jr's back, casey jr's back. yesterday someone left me the casey jr ride spiel and song on my voicemail, and i smiled for 8 miles on the freeway while i listened. it was the nicest thing someone's ever done for me. (i later found out it was my boss, how cool is that?) 1:10 p.m. lady on the other side of my cubicle went downstairs to get kettle corn and came back talking about bread dipping sauces. apparently the white truffle one is "good, go-ooood." 1:23 p.m. i just touched a time card that had a yellowy green crust on it. i'm shuddering and wiping my hands on my shirt, a lot. that's fucking disgusting. can't a person take care of a piece of paper for 6 whole hours? (this guy only worked 1 day, from 1:30 to 7:00 and he got a half hour for lunch). asshole's named derek, this guy's name is derek, and derek jeter's name is derek, coincidence? probably! posted by Jenny on 5/16/2003 12:59:00 PM |
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ever wonder how your site gets hits from something you've never submitted it to? well, i guess sometimes it makes sense, but this doesn't seem like the kind of site that searches for things to link to. ever heard of rootblog.com? i suppose i might as well submit my site now... (just as soon as a figure out rss) posted by Jenny on 5/15/2003 10:22:00 PM |
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wWednesday, May 14, 2003 | |
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here is why i hate ralph's and bally's. is it ralphs/ballys or ralph's/bally's? that is number one, confusion. the ralphs at school has this whole organic forzen food section, with tofu lasagna, soy ice cream, cheeseless pizza. ralphs across the street: all of the frozen lasagnas have meat sauce, except for the one that had sausage. all of the frozen pizzas had pepperoni, or sausage (mostly pepperoni), except for one cheese thing, that looked nasty and they had nothing organic nothing soy nothing tofu and no matter how many people there are, they never open up a 4th checkstand (hell, 3 is a rare gift). why do they have 7 of them? and just the fact that it's a general idiot magnet. like people who, week after week, try to buy beer or cigarettes with their food stamps. or coco puffs when it says they're supposed to get coco crisps, you know they try that every week. or people who won't speak english to the checker, so they have to call the manager to translate, and then when you get outside, you hear them speaking perfect english to people in the parking lot. or people who get in the express line with 12 items, like yesterday. (once my dad and i saw a lady put 11 items on the belt, and then kept draino and detergent under her cart, and left without paying for them!) or worse, people who get in the cash only line with their atm card. and then one bally's person sees someone buy power bar and bottle of water with an atm, and then they all want to use their atm card in that line, grr or the bally's girl today who walked through the market eating sunflower seeds, then went to pay for them. only she had torn the bar code when opening her precious roasted and salted sunflower seeds. so the checker asks her what happened to the corner of the bag (i.e. the piece with the code, and the number he has to type in if it doesn't scan) and she just stands there and shrugs repeatedly instead of saying anything. i know where it was, lying on the floor of the market because she's too fucking inconsiderate to carry her trash with her until she sees a trash can. plus, all of the stupid bally's people park there. hel-lo, you're going to work out, you can't walk an extra 3 blocks? so the shopping center has made a bunch of 20 minutes only spaces over near bally's for the rest of use who just need to go to the pharmacy or something. they park there anyways. then the bally's members decided they needed valet. so now they've taken a all of the bank's spaces and a big chunk from best buy so that bally's members can drive right up to the front door instead of walking across a parking lot. how lazy can you be? before i left yesterday i was saying that my internship may be boring, but i can always try to find information. and my friend said she doesn't get that from her job at blockbuster. i said sure she does, she gets to people watch, like at the market. yesterday i saw another good one. a women buying 13 cans of cat foot. 9 friskees and 4 whiskas. also she had a can toy, 2 first aid items and one other food thing that made me laugh, but i have since forgotten. anyway, she was hacking up a fur ball or something, and not covering her mouth. and the checker kept asking her to come forward and she was saying "no, that's ok, i'm watching the news". he was asking you, he was telling. plus, that's not the news, that's the obnoxious ralphs "how to pluck your eyebrows and how to make fajitas" videos they play at the checkout. even better was, last night we went out to dinner. afterwards i said "who wants to buy jenny and ice cream cone?" and to my surprise, my dad handed me $10. so i decided to go to baskin robbins and bring home 2 pints for $6. the lady in front of me was wearing her slippers, some faded, holey sweats and big flannel. she was getting a banana split with 3 scoops of coffee ice cream with strawberry syrup and the ends and pineapple in the middle. the guy screwed up and put pineapple on the ends, but she didn't care, she just go ther to go lid, stuff it in her flannel shirt, put her head down and got the hell out of them. see, people watching is good. posted by Jenny on 5/14/2003 06:08:00 PM |
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warning: repeat post this is something that has been bugging me for a few weeks (read: ever since i was forced on this ride twice in 8 days). whereas i've used other free poll sites before, this one is called "mister poll", which is reminiscent of mr. plow. that name again is mister plow, err poll! posted by Jenny on 5/14/2003 10:09:00 AM |
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wTuesday, May 13, 2003 | |
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going to class hit a whole new level of bad today. first off, i had a paper due, which i wasn't going to work on last night, then i was going to work on it last night, then i decided not to. so i was going to wake up early and work on it. then i decided i should go to school and write it there so once it was finished i wouldn't have to drive out there. i get there at 11:00, and the humanities computer lab doesn't open until 1:00. plus, the vending machine was out of reese's pieces. so i went to... the library. then at 1:00 i typed until about 2:15 (my class started at 2:10) and found out that that lab doesn't have a printer either. not that the paper was done, but i was going to print up the first few pages and turn it in incomplete. (you know, one of those deals where you turn in 3 pages and at the end of the 3rd page it mysteriously cuts of mid-sentence.) ok, i'll go to class. first i get the evil eye from the professor when i come in late, again. then i have to walk across the front of the room (because there's no back door) and cross in front of the projector as she decides she needs to point out there sarajevo is on a map. as i make my way to the back of the class i'm walking through trash and all kinds of i don't know what. this is because it'd be more disruptive for me to squeeze my fat butt between the rows designed for anorexic sorority girls than it would be to cross in the front of the room and go down the last aisle next to the windows. later on she mentions some memorial statue at a flame for an unknown soldier in east berlin and how disturbing or haunting it is. then this annoying girl (one of the 6 jennifers in that class, or 5 and one jenny) starts talking about how in the artists self-portraits she doesn't wear make-up. she says stupid stuff like this all the time. one of her favorite things to do is to mention some totally irrelevant work by whoever the author dujour (or mentioned in the lecture) as if to show that she knows something about this person. unfortunately she never adds anything relevant to the discussion, so there's no point in asserting false authority. anyway, i look over at this girl as she rambles on, and she's just a fashion nightmare, so a lean to the side and look her up and down and i hear the girl behind me laugh (btw, damn you for taking the seat in the back row). then mismatch girl says "i wrote a report on her a few years ago, so i know" and i turn around and say "i wrote a book report on superfudge in the 3rd grade." the girl behind me laughed, i swelled with pride. then at some point we're sitting there talking about ww1, and the professor is doing her thing where she says things for shock value and then waits for a reaction. unfortunately she says things that anyone who's take 2 history classes would know, so it rarely happens. for example, today she was writing "verdun and somme" and saying something about how they were big battles, blah blah. then she said something about men had to be switched out at the somme because it was so bad. petain actually started that at verdun, but ok, i'll let that go. then she says that 50,000 men died during vietnam. some guy started yelling 60,000. then 2 of the old people in the class started saying 50,000, so i'll assume the professor was right, since no one else was alive then. she started to talk about the high number of british casualties alone at the somme and verdun, but then she switched just to the somme (possibly realizing that verdun was the french military?) then she says that a lot of bef (british expeditionary force, and no, she didn't know the acronym or the real name) died on the first day at the somme. and there was no reaction. then she said that 20,000. no reaction. then she starts saying all dramatically to imagine how long vietnam was and this happened in one day. well, i happen to know that the bef had already completely replaced itself by the time the somme came around. also, i knew the number was more like 40,000. (incidentally, i looked it up in my notes from ww1 when i got home and it was almost 60,000!) then as i'm leaving class i walk over to the art computer lab and i happen to pass mismatch girl walking across the street. even though i don't claim to be artistic, i drew a picture of her, and i think it conveys what i was going for: 
she had on some black athletic pants that were way to tight (i forgot the single bit of white piping down the sides). partly because they were too tight and partly because of the way she was sitting in class with her legs wide open, you could see that she had on neon pink socks. they looked great with her scuzzy white tennis shoes. then she had on an oversized, off-white t-shirt with some sort of multi-colored silk screening. i decided to make it a southwest theme to explain the big cow print pleathery messenger bag/purse she had, that was so short it didn't even reach her waist. apparently it didn't fit in the giant suitcase she was towing... (actually, she was pushing it, but in the picture i made her pulling it. also, i made her waving, even though she isn't that nice). if i knew how to draw scraggly, dirty blonde hair with lots of split ends, i think you'd have a more complete picture. anyway, after class i went to the art lab and typed up more stuff until 4:30. then i went to my professor's office hours, which ended there. i was going to ask if it was better to turn in an incomplete paper now, or turn it in tomorrow (i.e. would i lose more than a single letter grade). but, by the time i got up there it was 4:40 and she was gone. so i came home, and traffic was horrible. i was supposed to go with my parents to training night at a new movie theater in town. we were going to get to see a movie for $1 and you can get a hot dog and a drink or popcorn and red vines for $2. i was late, so i agreed to meet them at the parking structure across the street. when we got there we found out it was cancelled because they still haven't finished building the theater. we went out to dinner. afterwards they were done pouring the cement in front of the theater, i wanted to run across the street and write my name, but my dad wouldn't let me. then i went out and got chocolate dipped ice cream cones and twice magic shell and 2 kinds of ice cream from baskin robbins and had dessert at home. that part wasn't so bad, but school still sucked. posted by Jenny on 5/13/2003 10:04:00 PM |
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Her (15:02:34): i did something really stupid Me (15:03:50): what? Her (15:03:59): i hit a pole Me (15:04:08): driving or parking? Her (15:04:19): backing out of a parking space Her (15:04:24): in my building Me (15:04:30): did you hurt the pole? Her (15:04:38): i laready called mommy Her (15:04:42): shut up jenny Me (15:04:46): is she freaking out? Her (15:04:51): i don't know Her (15:05:01): but i hit it on the driver's side Me (15:05:05): well, that's important, you might have to pay for damages if you damaged propety! Her (15:05:14): and i knocked it completly out of alignment Her (15:05:21): i can't drive it Me (15:05:22): so it doesn't close? Her (15:05:33): it closes good enough Me: don't you have class now? Her: yes! Me: oh you mean you knocked the wheel out of aligment Her: I called my friend to ask her if she can drive me Her: but she isn't here Me: can you take a cab? Me: and then maybe she can pick you up. Her: i don't ahve any money Her: she's home Me: well, do you have a phone book, find a cab company that takes visa Her: actaully i don't think i do Me: or, have the cab driver take you through a drive through atm Me: does your roommate have a car? Her: no Her: she doesn't drive Me: well, do the cab thing Me: do you have $3 Me: if you run you might catch the 13 bus on the corner, it leave in 5 minutes and you'll get there 15 minutes late Her: no money! Her: seriously Her: not even change Her: i have osme pennies Me: ok well, do you want me to find you a cab company? Her: no Her (15:16:18): forget Her (15:15:11): it Me (15:15:39): are you sure, i already got the numbers? Her (15:16:18): it's ok jenny Me (15:16:40): so you're not going? Her (15:17:25): no Me (15:18:34): well, call daddy and see if you should call aaa to get your car towed. Her (15:19:15): i did Her (15:19:19): he said he'd do it posted by Jenny on 5/12/2003 03:40:00 PM |
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this is something that has been bugging me for a few weeks (read: ever since i was forced on this ride twice in 8 days). whereas i've used other free poll sites before, this one is called "mister poll", which is reminiscent of mr. plow. that name again is mister plow, err poll! posted by Jenny on 5/09/2003 05:16:00 PM |
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i was thumbing through the stack of mail today, when on the bottom i saw that matt leblanc got married. i surmised this from the picture of him kissing a veiled women. one cannot see her face. could she be a man? possibly. i was going to get my nails done. but i didn't. so now i'm here, thinking i should. i might. posted by Jenny on 5/09/2003 04:50:00 PM |
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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis! Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Test posted by Jenny on 5/06/2003 10:04:00 PM |
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once again i have discovered a whole new brand of boring. i had my exit interview this morning, for which i will be paid for one half hour of minimum wage. (the good new is, whent he new season starts i'll go up 25 cents an hour.) then i went home and made/ate lunch, because i figured that i was the last person to leave on friday, so all of the things i didn't want to do then were still going to be sitting here today. right now i'm doing the 30 random checks plus. the plus means that i have a box with a lot of folders full of payroll information. first i have to verfiy all of the pages that pertain to taxes and salary and stuff (in canada). this means i have to check the number of pages (between 7-9) and make sure that they've all been scanned into the computer (front and back). for whatever reason, some of them are xeroxed and in there twice, so i have to check to packets. then i have to count the time cards in the folder and find them on the computer and make sure that all of the pages attached to the back are in there too. i suppose this wouldn't be so bad, except that this is godot's server and i have to wait a good 30 seconds for a bigpacket to load, and 20 for a time sheet. so it's like: pull out a folder enter name and ssn click search wait type name wait click on first item wait look at screen look at page flip page look at screen look at page flip page look at screen look at page flip page look at screen look at page flip page look at screen look at page flip page look at screen look at page (etc...) click next item wait look at screen look at page flip page look at screen look at page flip page look at screen look at page flip page look at screen look at page flip page look at screen look at page flip page look at screen look at page click next item wait look at screen look at page flip page look at screen look at page flip page look at screen look at page flip page look at screen look at page flip page look at screen look at page flip page look at screen look at page enter numbers into spreadsheet switch folders posted by Jenny on 5/05/2003 04:01:00 PM |
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well, in the last half hour i've really blazed a trail and finished. i've also started faxing on the half hour. hmm, what to do now... posted by Jenny on 5/02/2003 03:27:00 PM |
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my intern supervisor is out of town for 5 days, effective last wednesday. at 10:00 another intern showed me how to fax big reports. so every hour i get up, go down a scary hallway, and down an even scarier stairwell and into a room with a lock that doesn't like my id card, stick 40 or so pages in a machine, push a few buttons, and go back up the stairs to a door that doesn't like my access code. right now i'm doing this 30 random items check, where there's a big box of envelopes sorted by person, and i have to pick some, find them in the database and make sure all of the receipts in the envelope have been scanned. i'm on number 11 out of 30 on this box. i plan to do about 10 an hour, 2 more faxes, and then i'll go home. for lunch i had a disgustingly acrid smoothie that i got downstairs. it was raspberry, blueberry, blackberry and strawberry. the cup says mocha kiss , but that's not a real website. also, the lid is too big for the cup, so it's just loosely on there. this didn't stop them from overfilling it, though. finally, all they did was pour some syrupy stuff from a bottle, some bottled water and a few frozen strawberries in to a blender. i declined the spray can whipped cream on top... then i went to the gift shop, and saw that they sell bottle caps in rolls like mentos. so i bought those thinking i'd take them with me tonight. i'm so bored, they're almost all gone. yeah, that's the reason. tonight i am going to see a fleetwood mac cover band at this place. i'm not to excited about it, but at least it's not outdoors, since it's supposed to rain. (something i remembered when i saw everyone on the shuttle this morning had an umbrella... posted by Jenny on 5/02/2003 02:25:00 PM |
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i found a big fat wallet on the chair next to me in class today. i was going to turn it in, but when i was walking out of the room the guy who lost it came back in and saw me carrying it. mr. platnium visa - you're welcome! then i decided to go get a new id card (or, i already had, and it just happens to be next to the lost and found.) i walked over only to find out 2 things: 1. the public computer terminal is broken so i couldn't look up my new id number (they dumped ssn's) and 2. the card office closed yesterday to move to the science library and isn't reopenning until tomorrow. AAAAAHHHHHHHH! that is the stupidest fucking thing ever. who the hell wants to walk up the damn hill to the science library in the middle of nowhere (well, i think there's a crappy dorm up that way) instead of going to the student union (or commons, or whatever they call it). then when i got back to my car (i parked in a meter because last nigh the parking guy gave me my change in quarters, and i was late) i had 2 minutes left on the meter. they were already ticketing the cars around me. it was actually quite funny to watch to fat, aging, white guys try to put a parking ticket on a car. expecially the one who had to bend over to get the vin number... posted by Jenny on 5/01/2003 06:08:00 PM |
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this is what i do at work when i'm supposed to be working. (that's sneak on to other sets and take pictures touching the boobs on their statues) 
this might be why i was laid off effective... now. posted by Jenny on 5/01/2003 12:00:00 AM |
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