I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate buying cards (I also hate it), but since I'm feeling generous, and in a way a desperate need of affection, I'mma send out Christmas cards this year. Try to anyway. To me your Hallmark or American Greetings is way too general and impersonal: the card you get has been given to another person hundreds if not thousands of times. And usually they're corny or sappy as all hell. Thank the good heavens for blank cards. So, I send you a card with, I don't know, some cute fucking kittens playing with yarn on it, you open it and wham, my chicken scratch and a nice pat on the back.
I'd send packages, but no access to a post office; all I have are stamps and pockets full of dreams.
So, like, since comments are screened, comment with your address if you want.
P.S. Sry I haven't been updating this thing in weeks. I just... don't have the drive to talk about my "life." It's so pointless. I get my lols on the Facebooks sometimes, but that's about it.
Current Music: Marsh Where the Migrant Birds Gather -- Michiko Naruke
I know it's fall and all and I know it's supposed to rain, but dude, I have to walk around in this crap every day. It's not cool. I thought it was supposed to be winter up here already. Why was I not informed? I was prepared for a pre-Halloween snow. WHERE IS MY PRE-HALLOWEEN SNOW? I can handle the cold. Rain walking and room flooding, not so much.
Buffalo has a home game today, which is only about 10 minutes away from home. What's the big deal? I'm not used to this! Where everybody stops whatever they're doing to watch a Bills game; where old ladies in department stores ask if you're going home to watch it. I've never lived in a sports town. In southern New York, we like what's closest to us - Yankees, Giants, Jets, Islanders - but we're casual about it. Like "Gonna watch the game?" "Yeah." "Okay." Here it's like... bananas. B-a-n-a-n-a-s bananas. I'm not sure if my friends here living in major cities can relate. Mark and Josh went, actually. They had a great day to go. Weather was perfect, AND the Bills won.
Cath told me quite a few horror stories about fans, how rowdy they are. Making Patriots fans look like kittens, which I could never believe true, after being taught that Pats fans are the scum of the Earth. You learn something new everyday.
I feel sad I neglect updating my LJ and rather using Twitter and Facebook. It's quicker, and lord knows I don't have that much to say.
Job time. Alright. A week ago one of the places I sent an application to called me back and asked for an interview. Hooray interview! Boo no interview clothes! But tis okay; bought some. Went to the interview the next day, feeling a tad out of my comfort zone, but hey, there's no reward without a little risk. Awkward as I was, they pretty much confirmed me on the spot as long as the drug test results came out negative.
So right now, I'm still waiting. I went down an hour ago to ask again when I might be expecting the results back or SOME word on whether or not I have the job. One of the women I talked to during the interview talked to the manager and said I'd be hearing something by Tuesday -next week- at the latest: that I DO have the job and now it's just a matter of waiting. See, bitch knows I ain't on the whacky tobacky.
So you heard it here, kids. Your little Dani will have income. I'd cry if I weren't so cold-hearted. "What will you be doing?" I'm not telling you where it is (stalkers), but it is in retail, so my hours will be messy and I'll probably be working holidays. No matter, it's not like I have a life.
Now I have to buy some decent clothes. I have no... no pants that are not jeans. No jeans on the job. Why don't you cut out my eyes while you're at it. >:o