I need you like water in my lungs.

I don't understand about complementary colors
And what they say
Side by side they both get bright
Together they both get gray
But he's been pretty much yellow
And I've been kind of blue
But all I can see is
Red, red, red, red, red now
What am I gonna do

Pie is strangely arousing.


Sushi is Love

LARA CROFT is SEX OMFGWTFLOLHAHA XD!!1!!1!1!!!!?!!

Sesame Street is childhood love.


SHIT.


Futurama is hot robot alien future love.


Aqua Teen Hunger Force is number one in the hood, G. love.




The Cheat is a Little Yellow Squeaky Thing That Somethetimes Steals My Ladytypes
...And Also Love

whats up guys, got my tattoo today.

Thanks for going with me honey~you made it so much less scary.

I'll post pics later.

Happy. St. Patrick's day. XD

"and then i felt sad because i realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you. As you grow older, you see the people in your life break one by one. you wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened." -douglas coupland

Surprise party tonight for Darwin.... Sweeeeeeeeet. ^___^ It's kind of weird... Almost all the people I know that are going to be there are from the office. I get to see what they're really like without having to kiss ass for the company. People change quite a bit around their supervisors. And to see them all with 2, 3, 10 beers in them? Maybe a bowl or two? Heh, this is just going to be interesting.

Then, I'm going to be sober for a while.. ew.

Better have fun while it lasts (and stay safe, of course)! And I'm sure happy I have the day off tomorrow~~~

Talked to Sherl0k today.

Chichikuri Katy: shut up
sherl0k says: *shuts up*

Anybody's got a problem with it, they can STFU N00b.

Y'know what, I thought about this a lot and decided it wasn't a good idea to put personal stuff up like this anywhere that it can be copied and spread. You all are welcome to talk to me in person, and I'd appreciate your advice, and I didn't mean to hurt anybody's feelings by turning them down. My bad.

(_) I HAVE NEVER BEEN DRUNK
(_) I HAVE NEVER SMOKED POT
(_) I HAVE NEVER KISSED A MEMBER OF THE OPPOSITE SEX
(_) I HAVE NEVER KISSED A MEMBER OF THE SAME SEX (x) I NEVER CRASHED A FRIEND'S CAR
(x) I HAVE NEVER BEEN TO JAPAN
(_) I HAVE NEVER RIDDEN IN A TAXI
(_) I HAVE NEVER BEEN IN LOVE
(_) I HAVE NEVER HAD SEX
(_) I HAVE NEVER HAD SEX IN PUBLIC
(_) I HAVE NEVER SHOPLIFTED
(_) I HAVE NEVER BEEN FIRED
(_) I HAVE NEVER BEEN IN A FIST FIGHT
(_) I HAVE NEVER HAD A THREESOME
(_) I HAVE NEVER SNUCK OUT OF MY PARENT'S HOUSE
(_) I HAVE NEVER BEEN TIED UP (SEXUALLY)
(_) I HAVE NEVER BEEN CAUGHT MASTURBATING
(x) I HAVE NEVER PISSED ON MYSELF (Do shoes when windy count?)
(_) I HAVE NEVER HAD SEX WITH A MEMBER OF THE SAME SEX
(_) I HAVE NEVER HAD SEX WITH A MEMBER OF THE OPPOSITE SEX
(x) I HAVE NEVER BEEN ARRESTED
(_) I HAVE NEVER MADE OUT WITH A STRANGER
(_) I HAVE NEVER STOLEN SOMETHING FROM MY WORK
(_) I HAVE NEVER CELEBRATED NEW YEARS IN TIME SQUARE
(_) I HAVE NEVER BEEN ON A BLIND DATE
(_) I HAVE NEVER LIED TO A FRIEND
(x) I HAVE NEVER HAD A CRUSH ON A TEACHER
(_) I HAVE NEVER SKIPPED SCHOOL
(_) I HAVE NEVER SLEPT WITH A CO-WORKER
(x) I HAVE NEVER HAVE BEEN FISTED AND/OR HAVE NEVER FISTED ANYONE
(x) I HAVE NEVER THROWN UP IN A BAR
(_) I HAVE NEVER PURPOSELY SET A PART OF MYSELF ON FIRE
(_) I HAVE NEVER TOLD SOMEONE "I LOVE YOU" AND DIDN'T MEAN IT
(x) I HAVE NEVER EATEN PROMITE
(_) I HAVE NEVER BROKEN A BONE

My LiveJournal Sitcom
Taking Care Of ChiChiKuriKaty's lawyer (UPN, 2:30): ChiChiKuriKaty (Minnie Pearl) gets fixufrmthestart (John Barrymore) drunk. Afterwards, katiscool4312 (Holly Hunter) convinces kekeke251 (Vanna White) to learn to speak Japanese. The week after, adamnmiller (Dustin Hoffman) and shintrunx (Bruce Lee) kiss at the mall. Nearby, sarajuana18666 (Diane Lane) bites riflerere (Margaret Cho). Later, dividedvocalist (Ben Affleck)'s new friend alienates cuzgoatsrkool (Julia Roberts). Wackiness ensues.
What's Your LiveJournal Sitcom? (by rfreebern)

Yeah, I don't usually post stuff like this, but the part that says my friend Patrick is played by Margaret Cho was enough to actually make me laugh. Dude, I'd love to see Adamn and Shin make out at the mall. Sweeeeeeeeeeeeet.

yeah, we had fun at Denny's a few nights ago.. a little too much maybe.

Meeting at the office until 9pm. I feel so out of place sometimes, yet so strangely successful. Rock. Pictures tonight maybe, stay tuned.

I'm reading Vogue Magazine, and other people's LJ's, and it's kind of disheartening. I need to keep up with my appearance a little more, eww. I'm a wonderful sort of mess.

oh p.s.
Props to Matt, he got a huge raise today, sweet. <3

Welcome, Katy!
You have 0 unread messages:
no surprise.

I'm thinking about setting up another account,
one that it's a little more..private. ::wink::
Fun stuff, the ideas are starting to run through my head now. ~Vrr~ Girls only, maybe? Heh.

Ugh. I can't wait until I get home. Cleaning the house is so much easier when I'm a little less sober.. I get a little bit OCD sometimes though.

So yeah, I'm at work, we're in training once again simply because they need to keep us busy for the day... maybe if Qwest got their shit together and actually gave us some phone numbers to call, we wouldn't be here. It's a waste of time, really, but I don't mind because I'm getting paid all the same. I just don't like not feeling productive. And just because I feel productive doesn't mean I have to actually be doing work, I could just sit back at the comfort of my own cube and fuck around all day, that's fine by me. I guess it will help all the people on my team who don't know what they are doing.

I HATE TV. I feel like I'm setting people up pretty badly sometimes at work. Ah, the joys of fine print.

I hate classroom situations like this. Makes me want to fall asleep, even if what the information being presented is remotely interesting or important.

Rasperry creme flavored coffee is my savior. Thanks to Cristo's Cafe, even if they are overpriced.

Anyways, so Matt got home around 1:30 in the morning. I felt kindof bad for not being very affectionate, I just don't like to be like that when I'm in a bad mood. He's got a lot of stuff to do this week, as per looking into getting a new job and working with me to get some stuff done around the house. I hope it doesn't overwhelm him, since he had such a relaxing week at home. He told me earlier that he was going to be busy with IIDX, he'll "try and squeeze in some time."... whatever, I don't really think that he has the time or the money to be messing around with it too much. He could have saved the $50 he spent on that controller for the organizer he promised me he was going to get. So far, he's said it's too expensive. The reason I want him to get one so badly is that within a few weeks before he left for Cincinnati, he forgot/disregarded/ignored a ton of stuff that was important to me. Ugh, I really hope he gets it all together. I have quite a bit to do when I get home tonight too, just chores, laundry...the usual. We were supposed to go grocery shopping this morning, but I wanted to sleep in...my bad. I got enough sleep, but I just didn't want to get out of bed once the alarm went off. I've been unmotivated lately.

~Ah, I love Les Miserables~
Freedom is mine. The earth is still.
I feel the wind. I breathe again.
And the sky clears
The world is waking.
Drink from the pool. How clean the taste.
Never forget the years, the waste.
Nor forgive them
For what they've done.
They are the guilty - everyone.
The day begins...
And now lets see
What this new world
Will do for me!

.
.
.
One week.

...

Now and then it seems worse than it is, but mostly the view is accurate. You see your breath in the air while you climb up the stairs to that coffin you call your apartment. And you sink in your chair, brush the snow from your hair and drink the cold away. You are not really sure what you are doing this for but you need something to fill up the days. A few more hours. There is a dream in my brain that just won’t go away. It has been stuck there since it came a few nights ago... I’m standing on a bridge in the town where I lived as a kid with my mom and my dad. And then the bridge disappears and I’m standing on air with nothing holding me. And I hang like a star, fucking glow in the dark, for all those staring eyes to see, like the ones we’ve wished on.

I can't sleep most nights, not planning on trying.

Wow, all of a sudden, a little bit of depression has set in for me. Maybe I just think too much for my own good. Maybe I take other peoples' actions too seriously sometimes. I'm afraid of the questions people will ask me.

Maybe I just need some time alone?

...but then I feel lonely, and underappreciated.

I dunno...


My life is losing its purpose.
I'm not finding happiness in things that should.
I'm tired of routine.
The things I look forward to don't end up happening.
I don't deserve what I want, and there's

no way in hell
I'll ever get it.

I don't really feel like going out tonight, but I need the company... whatever, I can always leave if I'm not having a good time.


I'm supposed to be at work for another three hours.
I already just got up and walked out for about an hour once, nobody even noticed. But then again, I deserve it. I only used up 33 minutes of my breaktime for the week as of Thursday; we get an hour and a half every day.

I've been busy. I work through my breaks so I can try and get stuff done, but it just doesn't happen the way I want it to. I can feel the cheerfulness in me breaking down.

The dialer was down anyway; I couldn't do anything productive.

Matt said he'd e-mail me this morning. No word from him as of yet.

Went to the mall today to chat with Shin on my lunch, realized I was wasting my time, and came back here. Last night was disheartening.

I'm going to go back to work now.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sunrise, sunset. You are hopeful and then you regret.
The circle never breaks.
With each sunrise and sunset there is a change of heart or address.
Is there nothing that remains?
For a sunrise or a sunset. You're either manic or you’re depressed.
Will you ever feel ok?
It’s a sunrise and sunset, your lover is an actress.
Did you really think she would stay?
For a sunrise and sunset. You are either coming or you just left
but you are always on the way.
Towards a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnet.
They are really just the same.

It’s a sunrise and a sunset. From a cradle to a casket.
There ain’t no way to escape.
The sunrise and the sunset. Hold your sadness like a puppet,
just keep putting on the play.

But everything you do is leading to the point where you just won’t know what to do. And at that moment you may laugh but there is someone there who will be laughing
louder than you.
So it’s true, the trick is complete. Now you have become everything you said that you never would be. You’re a fool! You’re a fool! Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset. The sunrise and the sunset.

Sunrise, sunset. Go home to your apartment and put the cassette in the tape deck and let that fever play.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Throughout the course of my thus-far short telemarketing career, I have come to be able to discern between many different types of people, simply by listening to how they say hello and answer my very first, simple request. They range in degrees of annoyingness and rationality.

The Persnickety Housewife: this is the woman, who, after I ask politely for her husband, snaps back that Why can't I talk to her, since she's his wife? and can I change their bank balance? When I answer no to both of these questions, she becomes offended. This is all despite the fact that I have nothing to do with her finances. Nothing at all. I cannot tell her her credit history, nor do I have access to 'private information' that anyone else couldn't just get out of the phone book. She's stuck at home all day, and acts something like a guard dog. I call, she woofs, I say "thank you' and she feels as if she's actually accomplished something outside of dusting the knick-knacks in the living room or reading the paper back to front. A truly splendid specimen if you want ignorant assumptions of women who have, most likely, never worked a day in their life after getting married fresh out of senior year at highschool. God bless 'em. Every one.

The Pompous Husband: this is the man who, when I ask, "May I speak to Mrs. ____?" replies "No." and simply hangs up the phone. He, too, acts like a guard dog. "Ha ha," he thinks. "I've saved us the bother of speaking to someone on the phone, and I taught that telemarketer a lesson! S/He'll think twice before calling us again!" And he walks off wagging his tail. Unfortunately for this piggish piece of work, is that when you hang up on us, we have to classify you as a 'recall'. That's right, dumbass! You hang up, we call again! So instead of acting like a prick, you might just want to say 'not interested', and then we won't call again.

But, of course, that won't give you the same feeling of smugness, so I guess that's too bad for us. :( BOO HOO (Note: these are same guys who marry the Persnickity Housewives. Since their spouses are totally dependant on them, these guys feel like the top dog. Can't you just hear their balls clank together when they walk? That's right, they're lord of their castle, mister, and don't you forget it!

The Baffled Beefhead:

"What? I installed this here box to keep you telemarketers away! This piece of shit!"

"Yes, sir, they are pieces of shit."

Those boxes (like the Telezapper) are complete and utter shit. They simply do not work. Telephoning BB's are a mingled pleasure. On one hand, you have someone who is so obviously distressed at having wasted forty bucks, but on the other hand, you have to put up with threats of "I'm gonna sue you!" A mixed blessing, but often provides amusement as they quote non-existant laws, and curse profusely. For added fun, start pitching the product to them, and listen to the resulting explosions.

The Sanctimonious Pervert:

"Hey, honey, listen. I'm just with my girlfriend here in bed, so why don't you assholes just call to push your junk another time? Don't you have anything better to do?"

First of all, who picks up the phone when in bed with one's girlfriend? Seriously. In this circumstance, please, just let the machine get it. The less moaning, rattling or giggling I hear, the better. Second of all, does he think I like doing this? Does he think i wake up in the morning and go "Yawn! Time for another nine hour shift of abuse and death threats! Gawd, I love life!"

I needed a decent paying job. If you were in my situation, you would do the exact same thing. It's worth it.

The Jesus Freak:
"Hello, Mrs. Blank, I have an offer here for you from Qwest, and.."

"Oh, no. I have an offer for you. He accepts everyone, with no credit check! His name is Jesus, and He loves you very deeply."

Isn't that touching? But what I want to know is, can Jesus get me 3 months of HBO for free? Because that would just be divine.


And, worst of all, I hate our some of our supervisors. Mine is a waste of space. He's never been on the phone, never had to solicit even one customer himself. Can't help any of us either, if we're having an order validation error he just shrugs and tells us to ask someone else. He thinks that we're there for the same reason he is: to move product! Yay! He seems to be under the impression that we aren't there to do our job and go home. No, I don't believe in what's best for the company. No, Paul, I don't want to be on your 'Super Selling' team. I just want to do my job and go the fuck home.

I think I might snap. If I do, I'll make sure to do it on the phone, and tell you guys aaaaaall about it.

<3<3<3

Shin

is coming over tonight... weee!