A few weeks ago, my friend Paleboy invited me to a midnight screening of Serenity, the Firefly movie. It was last night...
Great movie though, and worth rejecting a free ticket to garbage (they’re, you know, ok) from an old friend who called me at 9.
So anyway. Dear god, the nerds. Not my kind of nerds either, but spazz nerds. You know the ones. Lots of velvet, frumpy long hair, overweight, fantasy novels, bad skin. One spazz nerd is fine, great, let’s have a conversation. An entire room of them is… a bit much.
You know what I hate about myself? I’m so fucking contrary sometimes. Like, if they were all trendsters I would’ve shifted into a more nerdy gear. Anyway.
Got my first rejection letter for a job on Monday night. That (well, not so much that, but the idea of having to find a job in such a competitive industry) coupled with all the other tiny shitty things, I had one of those crappy meltdown days yesterday that one wastes just sobbing. But I was ok at night, and it was great to see Paleboy. I do so adore him. (Though he narrowly misses out on the list of ‘the five non-family people for whom you’d shiv somebody: Hi-Skool, Jaxx, Sunshine, Junior, Lankyboy, Curly, Comic Writer Boy, Dreds… hm, top 8).
Anyway. So the movie was good. He drove me from my house (a stone’s throw from Stablands… I mean Northland, not that I ever go there, coz, brrr) to the movie at Southland, then back. Awww. (And no, perves, it wasn’t because he wanted to fuck me, he’s got a lovely girlfriend).
So yeah. Good night. Free drinks at call centre job tonight with Dreds.
THEN, after my driving lesson on Friday, I am going to start my fiction. I am. Shut up, I am. Oh, what the hell do you know?
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