work, beeatch!

monday
no work! went to agua verde and had lunch with laura and the joneses. great times. had cod. are we allowed to eat cod? isn't going extinct or something? we went kayaking and i loved it. had only been in a two seater, so this was quite a change for me. the four of us paddled around the lake (good fuckin' times, yo). the arboretum was lot's o'fun. i highly recommend the trip. saw some fish (three), four great blue herons (i almost hit one), some coots or cooters or some near-offensive bird name and about three hundred and seven mallards. those birds are funny when they're eating and have their bottoms up.

i had to pee about half an hour into a two hour trip. damnit.

flirted with some hot chicks and they flirted back. whoa. that was nice. but they were smoking (smoking hot, yes, but smoking cigarettes) and i think that's nasty and not in a good way. of course, upon talking to them, i was reduced to grunts and some unintelligeble banter "buh, duuuh, uhhh, *snort* yip, bork-bork, hayiee!"

i'm such a smooth muthufuckuh.

afterwards, we had margaritas, ceiviche (sp) and quesedillas. yum. had a call for an interview at starbux.

tuesday
woke up and i looked like a racoon. after sunday's hours in the park (what, like 6 hours?) and then the same time on the lake, i was filipino brown. i'm talking from the motherland brown. except around my eyes. i mean what would i do with out uv protection? not look like a freakin' snowboarder, that's for sure.

so i have my interview and i felt drunk. only i hadn't been drinking. i think, THINK i had TOO MUCH SUN. is there such a thing in seattle?

i thought the interview was terrible: she just told me about the job, what they were looking for and asked if i had any questions. typically, i am usually asked questions about myself, how i would handle certain situations, what's my sign, etc. uh, okay.

wednesday
no calls. i freaked. went to the hardware store for paint colors and to get a handle for my desk. the handle sucked so i walked to fred meyer. yes, that's right. i walked from the top of queen anne down through fremont over to ballard and into fred meyer. i hadn't been to a place like that in a long time.

thursday
went to bellevue for an interview with a microsoft temp agency. i hate the east side. i mean, the burbs just ain't my thing.

so i got home and dennis & rebecca were watching big brother. i had some smart ass comment - "do you know who the prime minister of iraq is?" and d got pissed. i do shit like that a lot - stuff i don't get, i attack. i got what he was saying and apologized. me: recovering modern jackass.

we went to cafe diablo. i had the diablo chocolate cake and some kind of cuban cappuccino. got a call from volt saying i had the starbux job, only it would start until the middle of sept. fuck. i hope i can get unemployment.

watched "bad santa." movie wasn't great, but i laughed a lot. and that's important.

music:
moby | hotel