I dunno if I can wait
Mar. 22nd, 2004 02:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tiamatladyDavid Boreanaz, as a BAD GUY
not just a bad guy, a wanna be Demon/death.
*shivers in delight*
I know it's going to suck donkeys, I Don't Care. My love for the forehead is grand, and unending.
(and it has sexy little Eddie Furlong in it too. What I wouldn't give to have him, an hour, some duct tape, a ball gag and a flogger!)
(oh, and one of the other demons is one of the Japanese Race Car guys from Better Off Dead! I think the one who didn't speak English.)
(AND, the other Race Car Japanese guy? He's been a stunt double for CHOW YUN-FAT. I mean WTF? Wow. I love that movie. Damn John Cusak forbeing a pisshead about it. Now I'll simply have to gag him when I tell him all about how much I love BOD.)
And in a worse note - I have a headache that's blinding me. I'm not kidding, my vision is phasing in and out. I have to get to bed. I've been trying to work, and failing. I've just reached diminishing returns, and will hopefully be able to complete it in the morning, for turnover to the client. And I've sent out an email asking for a reschedule to next week of my Monday meeting. I just haven't had time to do their work, at least in the manner in which I'm accustomed. I have to prioitize my time better - or at least who is more important. My CPAs think they should be the be all end off of my existence, but you know, they don't PAY ME the rest of the year. I'm tired of being broke - I'm picking up other clients. And THEY will be more important.
If only I survive with my friends intact. I tried not to bitch at Ben but he just hurts my feelings without even trying. I know things are bad for him, but sheesh, is it SO HARD to help ME once in a while? it makes me feel better to help out my friends, even if it's just an ear. I feel useful and loved, and it's a two way street.
I'll say this one more time - You Guys Need To Quit Making Me Feel Unimportant. My needs and wants are JUST as valid as yours.
Repeat ad infinitum
Right. I'm rambling, and pissy. I'm taking my headache to bed, and kicking it out. Right on it's ear.
not just a bad guy, a wanna be Demon/death.
*shivers in delight*
I know it's going to suck donkeys, I Don't Care. My love for the forehead is grand, and unending.
(and it has sexy little Eddie Furlong in it too. What I wouldn't give to have him, an hour, some duct tape, a ball gag and a flogger!)
(oh, and one of the other demons is one of the Japanese Race Car guys from Better Off Dead! I think the one who didn't speak English.)
(AND, the other Race Car Japanese guy? He's been a stunt double for CHOW YUN-FAT. I mean WTF? Wow. I love that movie. Damn John Cusak forbeing a pisshead about it. Now I'll simply have to gag him when I tell him all about how much I love BOD.)
And in a worse note - I have a headache that's blinding me. I'm not kidding, my vision is phasing in and out. I have to get to bed. I've been trying to work, and failing. I've just reached diminishing returns, and will hopefully be able to complete it in the morning, for turnover to the client. And I've sent out an email asking for a reschedule to next week of my Monday meeting. I just haven't had time to do their work, at least in the manner in which I'm accustomed. I have to prioitize my time better - or at least who is more important. My CPAs think they should be the be all end off of my existence, but you know, they don't PAY ME the rest of the year. I'm tired of being broke - I'm picking up other clients. And THEY will be more important.
If only I survive with my friends intact. I tried not to bitch at Ben but he just hurts my feelings without even trying. I know things are bad for him, but sheesh, is it SO HARD to help ME once in a while? it makes me feel better to help out my friends, even if it's just an ear. I feel useful and loved, and it's a two way street.
I'll say this one more time - You Guys Need To Quit Making Me Feel Unimportant. My needs and wants are JUST as valid as yours.
Repeat ad infinitum
Right. I'm rambling, and pissy. I'm taking my headache to bed, and kicking it out. Right on it's ear.
