telemarketing annoys the fuck out of me but not half as much as the new automated telemarketing that has recently begun to invade my evening peace. if i'm going to be disturbed for no good reason, when i'm relaxing in my own home, then i at least expect the marketing companies to have the balls to put a real person on the phone for me to get pissed at. sure i can put the phone down a lot quicker when i'm hanging up on a robot (i like to imagine there are offices of people shaped robots calling me) but there is absolutely nothing satisfactory about doing this. nor is there anything satisfactory about getting up out of my chair and expecting to hear a human voice with something interesting to say especially to me and finding myself listening to metal mickey blathering on about magazine subscriptions. automated telemarketing is just god damn rude and i would rather die than buy anything from a dalek!
7:25 p.m. - May 01, 2003
either the PB has her period (yes i know i'm supposed to be a guy to say that) or she's pissed with me for some reason because she's being a little too snippy for my liking today. i was just in the kitchen with her and a couple of other random colleagues and there was a plate of leftover pastries from an earlier meeting. i guessed one of them was a nanaimo cake but asked what the orange one was. her response, over the top of someone elses less annoying answer was "dessert". i asked the someone else to repeat what it was and she once again said "dessert". i walked out. it occurs to me that she might be pissed with me about some comment i made yesterday re bridesmaids paying for their own wedding dresses. i had no idea that they were supposed to pay for their own and expressed my indignation at this idea. i'm guessing that her bridesmaid is paying for her own and she thought i was saying she was cheap. i didn't even think about her wedding since that was not what we were talking about. i don't think she's cheap and i don't give a shit about who pays for what. i just wanted to know what the orange pastries were :)
3:44 p.m. - May 01, 2003
i realised today that very few of my female friends swear. this makes me a little uncomfortable. i don't particularly want to hang out with a bunch of fish-wives but there is something to say for people who are totally open with their more extreme emotions.
12:23 p.m. - May 01, 2003
i'm listening to yo la tengo - i can hear the heart beating as one. it's the perfect soundtrack for my mellow morning mood.
either i've suddenly become a warp-speed typer or the computer guy is fucking with me and has reset my machine to delay the display of the letters i'm typing.
i cooked for 2 hours last night (which is most probably the longest i've ever spent in a kitchen). i made garlic and honey glazed chicken and scalloped potatoes, and served them with a side of carrots, sweetcorn and brocoli. for someone who has never cooked and can't even begin to force themselves to follow recipes i think it turned out pretty good. the coolest guy said it was the best meal i've ever cooked. i couldn't resist replying "what the hell was wrong with everything else i've cooked".
i love this song (track 4 - damage). it kills me.
last night i had a dream that i moved into an apartment with 4 guys i knew in high school. i had sex with them all (in the dream and definitely not in high school). when i woke up i couldn't decide if i was repulsed or horny.
8:56 a.m. - May 01, 2003
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