wednesday was a hellish day, for the most part. briefly:

i went to the 2nd interview bubble test thing�in which they asked me things like would you feel comfortable kissing someone of your same age and sex? and choose one of the following: 1. i like to ignore responsibilities and obligations. 2. i enjoy making fun of people that i consider to be stupid.. forced answer. fuck you. and how oh how do they get to legally ask questions about my sexual preference? i am thinking that this question was to make sure that i am not homophobic or something. ass. anyhoo, i did very well on these analytical and personality profiling tests, so fuck you TheMan��i win. *shake*shake* perhaps i will hear about this job early next week. i would have completely written them off as fucks if this job were not such a good opportunity for me�and really, many many companies and institutions are using psychological profiling to screen the loonies and lazies out of their applicants. it is now between one other person and myself (i think) and since i rule, and happen to be a bona fide sexy librarian, i shall prevail. �or maybe not. *shrug*

bona fide has a space in it? lovely! *bounce*

after the five hour long bubble test from hell i was fortunate enough to have the time to stop by the vet with the freyjachunk. it seems she has eaten a hole in her stomach due to the infection of her spay sutures. i decided it would be in our family�s best interest not to wait so i rushed her in as soon as i could. now the little dilophosaurus

(jurassic park and spit and neck frills, you dig? even though through some research i have found that these dinosaurs neither spit acid nor had neck frills, damnt.)
prances around all elizabethan in a satellite collar so as not to lick and pick. today she is off to the eye doctor�i hope the good doktor does not chuckle too much. *smirk*

after the vet i was off to the dentist. woo hoo, how much fun can i stand in one day? i so do enjoy being talked at, pattered at so to say, while someone rakes the inside of my mouth. do you need to spit? rrr. i have two little spots they want to sand away and fill with porcelain. yay for no real cavities, though. and yay for my insurance changing to cover porcelain instead of just amalgam!

after this day of running around annoyance-ness�there was thefisherking and coconut tofu with the f0o and the redbaron. and last night theroyaltannenbaums with the same crowd + TT. my cup it runneth over.

sometimes having amazing people around can just slough all of the frustration and stress away�just knowing that someone enjoys your company. it is a good feeling, it is�and can make one glow even through a long and drawn out friday.

touch�!

i dreamt that the clasp on my book bag broke again.

i dreamt that TT and i visited mr.p and tookextacy with him. this drug was given to us in powder form, coating the outside of thumb sized jagged rocks which we had to lick and suck on. mr.p�s apartment was full of life size vampyre models made of wax and rubber and leering at us from the corners. his apartment had the exact layout of my last apartment except for a few additions. it seems that there were stairs going up to the side kitchen door�old rotten wooden stairs that broke when we walked up them so we fell through and down onto the flagstones underneath. also, in the kitchen mr.p had the most beautiful stove�the top of which was a large piece of steel that became griddle hot. beautiful! we were cooking something on it, something that melted quickly, sizzled and popped.