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Name: The
Birthday: 8/9/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: my current and ongoing welfare; my navy-bound missing boyfriend;
Expertise: wiping a six year old's nose (and covering his eyes when bad scenes come up in movies); accounting; billing; frantically rushing to finish a deadline
Occupation: Accounting/Finance
Industry: Computers (Hardware)
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
1/12/2004
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Laura no longer will use or check her Xanga account...because compared to MySpace it kind of sucks. I may later change, amend, regret, or destroy this message, but in the meantime....
look me up in myspace.
EDIT: if you need/want to find me in myspace...you'll have to do a little work to do so. due to privacy issues...you need to contact someone that knows me for my last name/email if you don't already know it. and if you don't know my phone number, get it from someone who does, because i don't feel like posting information of that nature. yeah. 03/09/06 | | |
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Behold Munchkin. The wonderfully epic and timeless game for countless days of family fun.
*this post is in response to TehillahJah's question.
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| Today was good. Considering it's only halfway over I'm taking back my last statement and reserving judgement upon today until tomorrow has come. Plans for the latter half of today include:
Watching Serenity at cheap cheap cheap prices at the dollar cinema (two for tuesday...)
Playing Munchkin at IHOP for hours
Drinking free refills on coffee at IHOP while playing Munchkin for hours
and that's all the plans I have so far. anyone who feels like it is more than welcome to join.
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| So Laura is adventuring into the wonderful world of Dungeons and
Dragons. Creating a character is interesting work...especially when
your boyfriend gets tired of explaining for the hundredth time
that...you just have to PLAY it to understand....no you can't eat raw
meat you have to learn how to make a fire and cook in order to be
fed...no you'd still get sick from eating raw meat...because I'm the
Dungeon Master DAMMIT and I said so!!!
My boyfriend is poking me and I don't like it. Unconciously i think my
mind is trying to formulate the illusion that he's making fun of my
pudge and therefore scornes his playful pokes as a form of mockery. I
just don't like being poked or pinched dammit. My boyfriend is also
wearing a pair of jeans that are missing the majority of the lower
right leg's fabric. I protested vehemently against his wearing such
atrocious jeans especially with such a nice shirt that looks so
becoming on him. the jeans turn him into some sort of
preppy-but-i-still-hate-life look. I told him five times i hated those
jeans and still he wore them. oh well life goes on. the biggest thing
on the agenda for today is coming to cameron's house where I am
currently comfortably situated on the computer, so it doesn't really
matter what he wears. hell if he wore boxers and cowboy boots it
wouldn't be so bad. but these jeans are simply horrendous.
So last night I dreamt of being in a humongous factory located on a
hill above a beautiful suburban community not unlike my conceptual
visualization of the housing complexes in Richard Bachman/Stephen
King's The Regulators. And in this factory mass produced were seasoned
curly fries; chemically treated and then released into a waterfall
running underneath the factory and into all the backyards of all the
pretty houses with their nice cars in the front. And all the people
just about died of happiness to discover FREE CURLY FRIES and ate
them...then promptly begun having convulsions and dying. I was teamed
up with a brave simian companion by the name of Dave or Davey...not
completely sure which was correct. We stormed the factory in an attempt
to put a stop to the mass murder being committed upon the innocent
neighborhood...but were shocked and surprised when the empty
warehouse/factory place was smashed in suddenly by a school bus; out of
which shot bright light laser blasts which killed poor monkey davey and
left me cowering under a desk and a trash can (improvised cover) Out of
said school bus poured grunts which bore a remarkable resemblance to
those little creatures in Halo and Halo 2 that fell asleep all the
time. Anyways I tried to kill them all but it didn't work out as I had
hoped. I think I died and woke up with a greater resentment for Jack in
the Box than ever before.
Good God I want a better job. I'm thinking something secretarial.
Something involving persuading customers of wonderful service...I think
I want to work for a lawyer and happily lie to seemingly nice customers
about how much money they'll save by employing my boss. Or perhaps I'm
just incredibly fed up with stupid people paying so much money for fast
food yet not respecting employees that produce their food.
An old and wizened and very very nice man struck up a conversation with
me in the Jack IN the Box drivethru not long ago. He said, in response
to my compliment about what a nice customer he was, that when he was
much younger he had dined at a very nice and upscale fancy schmancy
restaurant where he was priviledged or burdened with viewing a scene
that seems to come out of an over-dramatized movie. Apparently a very
nice employee was being badgered almost to death by three or four
horrible patrons of the diner. Said badgering involved lots of comments
picking upon the general atmosphere of the place, complaining that
their food wasn't enough for the amount of money they were being forced
to pay, complaining that their coffee sucked and just being class-A
assholes. After the extraordinarily nice waiter had dealt very
graciously with said class-A patrons and had escorted the idiots to the
door, he came by the old man's table to check on how his customer was
doing. The old man apparently asked the waiter just how he had the
capability to deal with such assholeish people. The waiter just smiled
grimly and replied, "It is never wise to anger those who prepare your
food."
That nice old man gave me a very good tip. and he got fresh fries with his food.
So I got to play manager at work last night. Julie, my "shift
leader/manager/boss for the day" had hung up on a customer who called
with the intent of complaining about receiving excess food with her
order. Julie is almost completely deaf (there's wax just ooozing out of
her ears...it's disGUSTING) and I do believe slightly retarded.
Apparently she couldn't even hear the woman on the end of the phone and
just hung up on her several times in a row, thinking that someone was
calling the store and just hanging up. After about half an hour of
hearing the phone ring and nothing happen...julie stalked off to the
bathroom to spend some quality time on the clock i'm sure. The phone
rang again and I answered it very politely. My ear was almost blasted
off of my head when woman screamed I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR
MANAGER!!!!!!! I calmly switched the phone to my "good ear" and said
this is the manager ma'am how can I help you? And I handled her
complaint in a very rational matter. The woman herself was an absolute
idiot and I think she just wanted someone to talk to because she called
back three or four times after I'd placified her by giving her a two
dollar credit on any item.
i hate people.
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| Hail to the big scary world.
Life is going well.
JintheBox has hired on a new shift leader manager person by the name of
Lynzee who happens to be the coolest shift leader laura has ever had
the priviledge of working beneath. We were closed due to maintenance
problems and spent a wonderful evening upon the roof hurling ice at
innocent passerbys beneath.
and Serenity was WONderful. they can't start the series up again now
unfortunately because of certain happenings during the movie but oh
such a good movie. It will be bought and reserved on DVD special
edition with a space waiting on Laura's DVD rack.
and I like Dr. Pepper.
I went grocery shopping and am going to go pay the electricity bill later today.
life is good.
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