i have 16 google wave invites.
if you want one, lemme know.

someone - have it narrowed down to either tycho or finnegan - has been peeing on the cat toys.
i'm guessing said someone is trying to mark them as their property, but i'm not sure which.
they both looked a little peeved at me when i threw them out, though.
jerks.

also, MLIT won't post the story i submitted.
i should tell MLIC about this.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAA...
i need to sleep so badly.

the printer.
the cat.
a pillow.
the scary thing on the counter that i just can't see, obv.
his reflection.
my reflection.

i don't know how to stop him from barking so much.
it's driving me insane.

okay, he's gone to do battle with the printer again..

why do our pets have a thing for the printer??
if it isn't tycho trying to xerox his ass, it's finnegan trying to kick its ass!

google wave-inspired "fights" make me laugh until my ribs hurt.
that is all.

GOOGLE WAVE!!!

kennapea@googlewave.com

since mom isn't talking to sidney or i still, i'm doing thanksgiving for us!

so far, i'm making:
roasted turkey breast
cranberry jelly
green beans and bacon
roasted brussel sprouts
honeyed carrots
stuffing
garlic mashed potatoes
turkey gravy
rolls (not sure what kind yet)
pumpkin bread

sidney's bringing:
pumpkin pie
sausage, veggie, cheese, cracker tray

i'll also pick up:
wine? prosecco?
cider.

i think there was something else i was going to make, but i can't think of what..

migraines make me hyperbolic.
TO DEATH!

will you all still love me after my alien fetus erupts?

i have a skull full of offal-flavored jell-o today.
i'm not sure where my mind is today, but it's not hanging around here.

VS called back.
i've got a job!
they just need to figure out where i'd be best.
she was going to put me in Pink, but there's a spot in Intimates that opened up, and she thinks i'd be great there.
i'll know by wednesday where i'll be.

also, i'm really hoping this flu goes away by then.
the doctor also put me on antibiotics because it seems i have a bit of a UTI (which i'm feeling now..) and a sinus infection.
so, evidently, my sinuses and bladder have been conspiring against me.
jerks.

i really need new work clothes, but they really aren't in the budget.
how long can i wear the same outfit before they start to notice?
my guess: not long.

KEVYN!!!!
jesus is coming back on the 10th!
tea party?

i just killed a bug, and now i feel really bad about it.

dear god of job interviews, itsy-bitsy toothbrushes, and freshly-plucked eyebrows,
please let tomorrow go really really well. like, "you're totes hired!" kind of well.
smooches,
kenna.
the mightiest of peas.

depression makes me feel like little more than a zombie.

i went into the bedroom to put finnegan into bed with george now that i got him mellowed out.

george: "i told you guys! I TOLD YOU!"
me: "told us what?"
george: "i told you guys, and you didn't listen."
me: "i'm sorry. what'd you tell us?"
george: "i said, 'purple and yellow'."
me: "what?"
george: "purple and yellow. yellow and purple."
me: "what's purple and yellow?"
george: "yellow and purple."
me: "right. what's yellow and purple?"
george: "i told you and you didn't listen and now the guy... he can't...UGH!"
me: "what did you tell us?"
george: *sigh* "that's not even funny."
me: "i'm sorry. you're absolutely right. i'll fix it."
george: "okay. take this." *tries to hand finnegan back to me*
me: "oh, no. he's staying in here now."
george: "nobody ever listens to me!"
me: "i'm sorry. i love you."
george: "i'm asleep."

me: *watching Meat Loaf's "i would do anything for love (but i won't do that)" on an old episode of Pop-Up Video* "but what is 'that'? what won't he do?"
george: *without looking up from his book* "he won't share is dr. pepper."
me: "what a brilliant song. it's about love, devotion, and a man's faithfulness to his soft drink of choice."
george: *looks up at me sincerely* "i'd share my dr. pepper with you anytime."
me: "that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."

i need a p/t job.
we're not taking in enough money to go around.
BoA put a bank charge through right before management went to cash our rent check, so we were a dollar short.
A DOLLAR.
now we have to get them a cashier's check for rent + $110.
and i can't do a damned thing to help right now.
i'd donate plasma, but my blood is worthless and my veins are too small.
i'd sell some of my stuff, but i don't have any left to sell.
i applied for several jobs, but it's not looking that great.

i'm going to apply for a handful more, but beyond that, i'm at a loss.
last night i dreamt i cloned myself just to sell its organs.
fabulous.

sometimes people make me so angry i could choke.

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