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Went to the Hollywood Bowl last night for the Tchaikovsky Spectacular. Mmm, Tchaikovsky owns anyone who ever pitifully tried to dab a note onto a staff. DID YOU HEAR ME? HE IS THE ULTIMATE MUSICAL GENIUS OF ALL TIME! DAMN YOUR UNENLIGHTENED PEASANT EARS IF YOU DISAGREE!
Right.
I'm such a huge music dork. I knew every single note of every single piece they played last night.
Fireworks and cannons going off at the same time rule.
Then arrived home where the scene was not so pleasant. Snobby Sister pissed off Crazy Dad, who ended up unplugging a good number of things in a rage, including the computer, the printer, and the phone. I think I need to move.
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eag who is just as lovely and entertaining in person. Had the revelation that incest=angst. Picked up a dozen or so snacks, all of the "lots of sugar" type. Then trotted off to work where I take sadistic pleasure in telling kids that I gave no refunds for vending machines, so their puny little $2 allowances were LOST FOREVER. I'm not usually this mean to kids, but they were of the snot-nosed punk variety.
And what is it about the front office that offers this confessional booth air? No less than six people came into the office and ranted and raved about how much one of their co-workers sucked. And today isn't the first day this has happened. I mean, I don't say anything. I don't offer them absolution. I don't even know who they're talking about most of the time. So what's the deal?
Dinner with the gang tomorrow. I should go before my dad finds out I've secretly plugged the computer back in.
Right.
I'm such a huge music dork. I knew every single note of every single piece they played last night.
Fireworks and cannons going off at the same time rule.
Then arrived home where the scene was not so pleasant. Snobby Sister pissed off Crazy Dad, who ended up unplugging a good number of things in a rage, including the computer, the printer, and the phone. I think I need to move.
Today, had lunch with
eag who is just as lovely and entertaining in person. Had the revelation that incest=angst. Picked up a dozen or so snacks, all of the "lots of sugar" type. Then trotted off to work where I take sadistic pleasure in telling kids that I gave no refunds for vending machines, so their puny little $2 allowances were LOST FOREVER. I'm not usually this mean to kids, but they were of the snot-nosed punk variety. And what is it about the front office that offers this confessional booth air? No less than six people came into the office and ranted and raved about how much one of their co-workers sucked. And today isn't the first day this has happened. I mean, I don't say anything. I don't offer them absolution. I don't even know who they're talking about most of the time. So what's the deal?
Dinner with the gang tomorrow. I should go before my dad finds out I've secretly plugged the computer back in.
