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Cherish is damn sick of Billy Joel;
Apparently she CAN hear it, over the phone.

Updates, foo:

- Still dealing with the Disability Job program; I revealed verbally, for the first time, to Mom that after I do this job placement test thingy, I am pretty much bucking the program from there. Well; I say 'bucking', and mean 'will look for a job, that day, and try really hard to not have to do the mandatory "Job Club" bullshit.' They actually encourage us to try this, if we can manage.

- Had coffee with Chris, the other day. I seem to have this running gag in my head about kidnapping interesting people, and making them be my chat slaves. I wish he didn't live 3 hours away.

- He didn't bring the tower. I'm back to square 1. He DID bring a genuine, grade-A, serial key included WINDOWS XP DISC. Fucking yes. That makes him kind of a demi god in my books. Now, if only I had a tower to install that to...

- Had tooo much fucking coffee. Know how I can tell? I was also sleep-dep-ing, and it did what it should do: motivated the fuck out of me. Yay!

- Ran to Mom's, to avoid a dull evening of waiting for Cherish to call.

- Camped on her computer. Got miffed when Internet Explorer and ICQ had a disagreement about opening the French Chatroom. Actually, it was more than that: I was pissed right the fuck off. I want my French, damnit.

- Ranted at my mom about me definitely not being BPD (because all of the ones I know are insufferable drama queens; I have way more social range than that!).

- Finally got to speak some French. Relied only minimally on my Verb Book; which made me sad. I needed an online dictionary for about 1/6 of the words. You know what made this conversation awesome? Cherish and I were discussing PORN in FRENCH. Yee-ay-ah, motherfuckers. That is what I want. More of that randomness. Yes, yes, yes. Moar!

- This segued in to me BELATEDLY finding out that "American" had already been released. Though.. I guess it makes sense I missed it; I never saw a North American release dates, just UK ones. Cherish had better Youtube-fu than I did, and found the whole video. You know what? I'mma gunna buy that.

- My train of thought from here was, "Gee. I bet if I actually had an audience to test shit with, I could just rattle out Story Jokes and anecdotes. In a suit! In my new suit jacket [that I bought for $11; can you believe that they sold a hand-stitched Chinese suit jacket for $11?!]!"

- This rolled to: "Where art thou, Cherish?" C'est 1 AM! Que Cherish? Je fais le phonecall du 2 AM! Du 3 AM! Merde! Elle est dormir..."

- This rolled to: "D'aw, fuck, Vermilion. How will I ever get past the first line?" Which progressed from me mowing down Mom's leftovers (while desperately making a spider chart with details), to asking MK if she had ideas on crowded police stations and shitty mornings.

This also is a time for me to remind our readers that Lambert has this thing wherein every 3 months or so, she has this epiphany that she fucking hates her life, and needs to get it going; remember the last one? That was when she went to the program to look for a job. This one is a curiosity about writing courses/cleaning my motherfucking house.

There's also this issue steaming in my head about women + Lambert = angst.

Added; I emailed my Group councellor. Oh, poor lady. I sent her a goddamn rant about wanting a fuckin' Gay Salon; coffee, tea, cookies, and fine homo/sexually variant minds, duking it out for the greater good of my social life. And rah-rah stuff about related matters.

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