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…Work. Five days. Forty hours. Often accomplished by the everyday working stiff, yes. But those overnight/early mornings, man…they’ll kill ya. In a last ditch effort to stay awake, I just inhaled a What-Cha-Ma-Call-It bar.
Best Buy training has been doing just dandily, but I hate being the new kid. I really do. I like to jump right into that employee-comraderie thing, and these people just aren’t quite ready for me yet. The intensive application/interview process gave me the impression that I was up for some hardcore, special agent Best Buy work. Actually? A monkey could do this job.
(That college degree should be arriving any day now…)
In other news…”Reeling in the Years” is possibly the only Steely Dan song that I really like. I welcome all attempts to enlighten me, but I must warn you that my dad has been trying it for the past 21 years. (My Dad has been the earliest and best influence on my musical tastes. I can remember singing “Hey Jude” on a summer day in the late eighties, and I can remember loving Paul Simon’s Graceland as a six year old. But last summer, on a trip up north – for non-Michiganders, read: basically Canada – I just couldn’t get into the Steely. You can’t win ‘em all, Pops. You can’t win ‘em all. This was perhaps the longest parenthetical jaunt in my LiveJournal history. Probably should have just made that a paragraph. …Yup.)
And to close, a word on Josh Leo.
If you read 
Kevin’s journal, (which, let’s face it, we all do), you were introduced to the vlog of Josh Leo, the cah-razy Grand Rapidian. Listen, I’ll give credit where it’s due - his storytelling/editing abilities are well-done and entertaining. (I need something with which to amuse myself on these damn overnights.) But is footage of your poison-ivy afflicted foot really that necessary, Josh Leo?
He’s adorable. And way too good for me. By that, I don’t mean he’s better than me, he’s just gooder — you know, in that church-going, sober kind of way. (anyone who has “wholesome” in any description of his favorite activities probably won’t get on well with me.) Besides, I could never date a vlogger. I rarely wear makeup anymore. He’d catch me at times like tonight, when I’m irritable and tired.
He’d stick a camera in my face, “What are you thinkin’ ’bout?” he’d say. I’d angrily mutter, “I’m thinkin’ ’bout how long it’s gonna be until you put out.” His next journal entry would be a special break-up one where he burned pictures of me to a soundtrack of “Everybody Hurts.”
If blogging is masturbation, then vlogging is amateur porn.
June 14th, 2005 at 3:27 am
Little does Josh Leo know, I’m the asshole who placed that geocaching treasure of ballerina slippers in a bed of poison ivy so he would get his stupid all swollen. Moron!
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June 14th, 2005 at 3:46 am
Hey at least my foot wasn’t oozing or anything like that…
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June 14th, 2005 at 8:51 am
You know what? You know what I think? I think you wouldn’t know a diamond if you held it in your hand. Even if it were right in front of your face, screaming at you, you’d be oblivious. You disgust me.
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June 15th, 2005 at 8:16 am
You definatly want to hear the song dirty work by the dan. they get worse with every album but that first one is pretty good. Dirty Work is their best. the song I mean, that’s not an album.
you probably knew that.
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June 16th, 2005 at 9:33 pm
Do you notice, too, that it’s necessary to call him by his first AND last name? You’d think with our constant watch of the boy we’d be able to simply call him “Josh,” but I for one always call him fully, “Josh Leo.” (Never trust anyone with two first names, I’ve been told.)
Did someone tell me you were into geocaching too or is that just a weird dream I had? Let me know, because I seriously might have had a dream about you geocaching. Which might mean that you and Josh Leo got all jumbled in my subconscious, which is kind of sexy/not very nice.
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June 16th, 2005 at 9:58 pm
I’m assuming you are referring to Josh Leo here, in which case I shall respond: “He is hardly a diamond, let alone a screaming diamond.”
I can totally picture your smirk as you’re typing this, which is weird because we’ve only hung out in non-LiveJournal-world a handful of times.
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June 16th, 2005 at 10:04 pm
I am listening to Dirty Work right this SECOND, and you’re right, it’s pretty damn good. And yet, as I listen, I have this picture of my dad taking a huuuuge hit off a joint, circa 1972.
PS Sorry about the delay on the Doughty-CD. My burner software is out of whack. I’ll keep you updated.
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June 17th, 2005 at 2:23 am
Actually I was referring to the song “Reeling in the Years.” Specifically, the part where it goes “You wouldn’t know a diamond if you held one in your hand…”
I assure you, my comment goes no deeper than that.
But yeah, I had a bit of a smirk.
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June 17th, 2005 at 9:05 am
Hellooooo!!!!
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June 17th, 2005 at 2:54 pm
**Makes another tally for those I’ve made switch to LiveJournal**
(It’s a vicious cycle)
Hi Honey!
I’m giving you a call this weekend. Beeeeee ready.
I love you!
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June 18th, 2005 at 5:25 am
Yeah, it did get mentioned that I might start geocaching here. Though, it all came about completely independent of the JL. So not sexy.
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