Wow, that was.
Aug. 6th, 2009 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgNo glasses. Only ones they had did not match the only cats-eyes glasses I ever had which were PINK and very sparkly. (Hey, I was in third grade. Gimme break.) So I did what every Good Girl did back in those days. No, she never saw you. I can vouch for that. She didn't see much of anything else, either.
(I look like an astronaut's wife in this. Yikes. She looks like some of my elementary school teachers. I am cursed with a VERY good memory.)
I still do crafts with the costume jewelry from that era. It is gaudy and sparkly and amazing. As jewelry, totally useless. Can't believe anyone every wore it, but then again - I remember when they did.
Links for the day:
HAY - you really want a server job in Los Angeles? No, you don't:
When he sits back down, he tells me that "we" have a problem. He said that I looked different than when I came in for my interview because then I look put together and wholesome and now I don't (um, I don't look wholesome now, yet you want me to go to the restroom & put on enough makeup to look like a whore? confused much? I know I was was). I ask if I possibly look different because the glasses and he says it's not the glasses, but asks if it's necessary that I wear them. (no, douche, they're the fake trendy ones from like 1989...of course, they're real, you idiot...and they're PRADA!). Now here's the best part, he looks me up and down when he says I look and hints that I'm heavier than when I interviewed (he's staring at my midsection). Then he tells me "well you can either come back tomorrow and try again or we can be done here".
There is no industry, only Zuuuuul....
Here, bookmark this and join in: Help track the monarch butterfly migration each fall and spring as the butterflies travel to and from Mexico. Do we get monarchs at our house? Yes, yes we do.
Do people die at 59 from heart attacks? Well, both my mother's brother and her father did - from what seems to be the exact reason John Hughes has passed on. His movies were the ones we saw on dollar movie night while I was in college studying to make films. I look at what I have to choose from these days (Hint: barf.) and just miss him all the more.
Dear John: kick Michael's butt, give Freddie our regards and I'll see them later.
Now, for the acid test - is thing going to actually POST or not. Here goes....
(I look like an astronaut's wife in this. Yikes. She looks like some of my elementary school teachers. I am cursed with a VERY good memory.)
I still do crafts with the costume jewelry from that era. It is gaudy and sparkly and amazing. As jewelry, totally useless. Can't believe anyone every wore it, but then again - I remember when they did.
Links for the day:
HAY - you really want a server job in Los Angeles? No, you don't:
When he sits back down, he tells me that "we" have a problem. He said that I looked different than when I came in for my interview because then I look put together and wholesome and now I don't (um, I don't look wholesome now, yet you want me to go to the restroom & put on enough makeup to look like a whore? confused much? I know I was was). I ask if I possibly look different because the glasses and he says it's not the glasses, but asks if it's necessary that I wear them. (no, douche, they're the fake trendy ones from like 1989...of course, they're real, you idiot...and they're PRADA!). Now here's the best part, he looks me up and down when he says I look and hints that I'm heavier than when I interviewed (he's staring at my midsection). Then he tells me "well you can either come back tomorrow and try again or we can be done here".
There is no industry, only Zuuuuul....
Here, bookmark this and join in: Help track the monarch butterfly migration each fall and spring as the butterflies travel to and from Mexico. Do we get monarchs at our house? Yes, yes we do.
Do people die at 59 from heart attacks? Well, both my mother's brother and her father did - from what seems to be the exact reason John Hughes has passed on. His movies were the ones we saw on dollar movie night while I was in college studying to make films. I look at what I have to choose from these days (Hint: barf.) and just miss him all the more.
Dear John: kick Michael's butt, give Freddie our regards and I'll see them later.
Now, for the acid test - is thing going to actually POST or not. Here goes....
