Need to change my mood theme
Mar. 1st, 2005 12:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
itsallovernowStill in panic attack mode -hyperventilating, and almost hit some guy on a bicycle last night. Argh.
Sent out 10 resumes and cover letters yesterday, all of them dated Feb. 28, 2004. Yup, that's me - attention to detail. Argh, again. I'd be so very good at any and all of those jobs and I want to jump up and down yelling Pick Me!! Pick Me!! I do have an interview tomorrow with a non-profit. The pay is crappy, but there might be room for advancement. That's something to look forward to at any rate.
Oh, before I get to self-involved, GIP, GIP!! Look at what![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sdwolfpup made for me. Hee hee. I now have four icons with porn in the text. I'm a lucky, lucky girl:)
Also, I, unlike the TV news crews outside my house, know why the geologists are taking soil samples of the mountain. They want to know:
"how much water is being retained by the -- I assume --clay in the soil will tell you the likely hood of a
liquifaction event (big mountain sliding down in the event of a minor tremor, for example)."
This is thanks to resident expertcretkid, whom I trust far more than the TV News reporters. You'll all be proud that I did not go outside when they were filming right by our apartment and yell, "Fuck," or wave to my mom. It was tempting though! Very tempting.
Reasons I love Tom Waits:
"With her charcoal eyes and Monroe hips, she's gonna take that California trip."
The Frames are playing The Troubador in April. I would very much like to see them in a small space. I should find out about prices and start saving my pennies!!
I have nasty habit of word overuse in fic and this month's offender seems to be petulant. But damn, it's such a good word, such a nice combination of sulky and pouty and little kid unhappy.
Sent out 10 resumes and cover letters yesterday, all of them dated Feb. 28, 2004. Yup, that's me - attention to detail. Argh, again. I'd be so very good at any and all of those jobs and I want to jump up and down yelling Pick Me!! Pick Me!! I do have an interview tomorrow with a non-profit. The pay is crappy, but there might be room for advancement. That's something to look forward to at any rate.
Oh, before I get to self-involved, GIP, GIP!! Look at what
sdwolfpup made for me. Hee hee. I now have four icons with porn in the text. I'm a lucky, lucky girl:)Also, I, unlike the TV news crews outside my house, know why the geologists are taking soil samples of the mountain. They want to know:
"how much water is being retained by the -- I assume --clay in the soil will tell you the likely hood of a
liquifaction event (big mountain sliding down in the event of a minor tremor, for example)."
This is thanks to resident expert
cretkid, whom I trust far more than the TV News reporters. You'll all be proud that I did not go outside when they were filming right by our apartment and yell, "Fuck," or wave to my mom. It was tempting though! Very tempting.Reasons I love Tom Waits:
"With her charcoal eyes and Monroe hips, she's gonna take that California trip."
The Frames are playing The Troubador in April. I would very much like to see them in a small space. I should find out about prices and start saving my pennies!!
I have nasty habit of word overuse in fic and this month's offender seems to be petulant. But damn, it's such a good word, such a nice combination of sulky and pouty and little kid unhappy.
