“So you like Barbra Streisand?” the creepy Michael’s employee asked, indicating my What Would Barbra Do? t-shirt.
“Eh, I don’t know. I just thought it was a funny shirt… She’s okay.”
“I saw a thing on Saturday Night Live about her. They said she’s auctioning off all her possessions… and selling them on eGay.”
I laughed awkwardly.
Apparently I did a lot of driving yesterday.
I drove from Costa Mesa to Santa Ana to Costa Mesa to San Juan Capistrano to another location in San Juan Capistrano to another location in San Juan Capistrano to Laguna Niguel to Dana Point to Costa Mesa to another location in Costa Mesa to Santa Ana to Orange to Anaheim to Westminster to Buena Park to Fullerton to Costa Mesa.
Dude.
A Christmas Story 40” Leg Lamp, only $179.99 from Toys ‘R’ Us/Amazon.com.
You know you want one.
A man at Starbucks, discussing my car with his friends:
“Well, it’s got a hula girl, and it says U-H-L-L, so I bet it’s from the University of Hawaii. University of Hawaii… hono-Lu-Lu or something.”
This is Alex’s away message right now:
“how many emo kids does it take to change a light bulb? …. none. you let the fuckers cry in the dark”
And that, my friends, is just one of the many reasons why Alex is awesome.
Kohl’s has stuffed hedgehogs for only $5 each, and the proceeds go to charity. So the only question is, how many hedgehogs do I want?
They’re great for throwing at people. They even curl up into a furry little ball.
You know what’s even more fun, though? Stuffed animals at the dollar store. I went to a dollar store in La Habra, for instance, that had meerkats (they’re sort of like prairie dogs) for $1 each.
Because really, how fabulous would it be to have thirty meerkats?
I went to Kohl’s yesterday. All of the mannequins had paper signs which read “DO NOT INVENTORY” taped to their arms. I suppose it was easier to photocopy dozens of “DO NOT INVENTORY” signs and Scotch tape them to all of the mannequins than to just make a general announcement to the employees about excluding mannequins from inventory.
“I’m going to see the new Harry Potter movie,” I told my mom.
“Who are you going with?”
“Ashleigh, David, and Stephie. You don’t know them.”
“Is Ashleigh your girlfriend?”
My mom is so cool like that. And as my brother pointed out, she didn’t even ask if Stephie (or David, for that matter) was my girlfriend. She knew it was Ashleigh. And how did she know? Because she’s my mom, that’s how.
Amie and I stalked Amanda and Amanda at Fry’s yesterday. We knew they were at Fry’s because they got lost several times and called me twice to ask for directions.
So Amie and I crept through the aisles Mission-Impossible-style, and we finally found them near the video accessories. We hid behind a pile of VCRs and pretended to be comparing the [exactly-the-same] boxes as employees walked by.
“Oh, I like this color,” Amie chimed in, crouched behind the pile of identical boxes.
“This one feels good,” I added, lifting a box slightly off the pile.
Then we raced over to the cell phone accessory aisle so we could have a side view of our prey. Of course, soon after we entered the cell phone accessory aisle, Amanda and Amanda walked down the very same aisle.
So Amie and I stood with our faces buried in the car power adapters, laughed way too loudly, and proclaimed our love for various adapters. Eventually the Amandas noticed us, and the game was sadly over.
Who knew? When I add lots of water to it, the coffee at work is actually halfway decent! And it only needed two packets of blue stuff.
Granted, I’d prefer pink stuff, but they’re out of it. I’d also like some half-and-half, but they only have powdered shit, and I can’t stand powdered shit.
Starbucks needs to start putting their packaged drinks in twelve-ounce aluminum cans. That way I can get a Caramel Frappuccino from the Coke machine.
I finally have three days off from the insanity of Cabaret. The hell week from hell was topped off by a matinee performance for which both my ASM and my spot right were absent. I filled in for my ASM by running the backstage portion of the show (even though he forgot to leave his notes and I had no idea what needed to be done and when), while the director filled in for part of my job by calling spot cues, and the assistant director ran spot right and kept burning herself.