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On Vox: wow. it has been awhile. a long, long while. [Aug. 1st, 2010|01:53 pm]
anne

update: I am still an asshole, maybe worse than before.

unfortunately, i work in a profession where i need to be nice to everyone.
& considering i am the least bit talented at it*, causes problems.
because, as stated above, i am still an asshole.
at work, i just keep my mouth shut more. it seems to work ok.

i like the creative side of my job.
if i told you what it was, you'd probably think there was nothing creative about it.
you. are. wrong.
i am in no way suggesting you are stupid or judgemental.
it's just, until i did the job, i didn't think it was creative either.

well, well, i have no more time to type. work calls.

ps: i'm making no promises for tons more updates.
(since you were just dying for this moment to read something else i had to say... not.)
but, i might have some more things to say in the near future.
stay tuned.


*=at doing the part of the job that doesn't involve talking or dealing with people

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On Vox: stop reading... now. [Jan. 26th, 2007|02:06 am]
anne

I think this "theme" fits me better.
It appeals to me for some weird reason that I will not reveal in the next paragraph.
I wish it had the same font as the last theme I had,
but from what I gather (and I'm not usually very astute when it comes to computer shit) you can't change the font on a theme.

But if you know any way around this, by all means, enlighten me please.

In a related story:
I smoke too much.

In other news:
I want a cig.


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On Vox: did i ever tell you this? [Jan. 22nd, 2007|06:39 am]
anne

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I'm bored with myself.


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qotd: can't help myself... i'd still do him. [Jan. 9th, 2007|08:15 pm]
anne

What's the most obsessive-compulsive thing you do in a normal day?
Submitted by Nikki

Wow. Uh, are they really asking this? Shit. I was diagnosed with obsessive compulsive disorder 6 years ago. You tell me what the most OCD thing I do is. To me, it all seems normal.

Also, Bloc Party frontman, Kele Okereke has come out of the closet.
Damn, I wanted to have his babies. He's hot, and shit.
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don't read this, but keep in mind: ohio state sucks. [Jan. 9th, 2007|07:58 am]
anne
Now, I know this is hard to believe, but I watch a lot of football.
And I tuned in to the National Championship game last night expecting to see a good game.
I was highly disappointed. Ohio State sucked it up.

I was pulling for Florida*.

*=because
a) my mom went there
and b) I went to Auburn, and us SEC schools stick together.
and c) They are a damn good team and where as most people thought they didn't have a chance, I was pretty sure they were being underrated.

I was right.
I sucks to be an Ohio State fan right now. Especially knowing that you can have an undefeated season and then go to a Bowl Game against a defeated** SEC team and get blown out of the water.

 
**=Florida was only beat by one team this season:
Auburn.
I was pretty excited about that.
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On Vox: qotd: just can't get enough [Dec. 30th, 2006|04:18 pm]
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What is one of your addictions?Submitted by Paperheart.


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i think i might've been adopted. [Dec. 26th, 2006|02:25 am]
anne
Ok, so I guess I should start this off by saying something along the lines of "Merry Fucking Christmas."
If the "Fucking" part offends you, then I'll say "Merry Christmas" instead.
If the thought of Christ offends you, I'll say "Merry X-mas" or "Happy Hannukah."
If Jews offend you (like they do Mel Gibson), then I'll say "Happy Kwanzaa"
And if blacks offend you (like they do Michael Richards), then I'll say "Fuck you."
If that offends you, then I'm happy.

So basically, I don't mind Christmas too much.
It gives my parents a great excuse to shower me with pretty much anything I could possibly not need,
except
what's on my "Christmas List."
And then I get to laugh at how well they think they know me.

Yes, you read that correctly.
It's taken me 20 years of Christmases to see the complete flaw in it for me.
I don't quite understand why I have to make a fucking Christmas List*, if I get one thing that I write down and the rest are just random pieces of shit with missing receipts, so I can't even taken them back. I thought that happened to everybody. But no, people actually get shit they want. Goddamn, I got the bad end of this fucking deal.
Fuck. This. Shit.
*-and yes, my parents force me to fill out said Christmas List.
It's not really an option. We do them every year. Even when I'm not living at home.
It's absolutely ridiculous that I write down things exactly how I want them, and they find something that they'll think I like better. They are most likely wrong.
Who goes into H&M more often, Mom? Me or you?
Who would better know exactly what they have and what she wants, Mom?

Yeah. That's what I thought.
I just don't quite comprehend how it's hard to read my Christmas list and screw it up.
Seriously.

Basically it says something along the lines of:
A new iPod. (Preferably Black)
Gift Card from H&M.
United Nude Boot- Fold Hi. Size 91/2.
Starbucks Gift Card.
The Office (US version) DVDs. Seasons 1&2.
South Park DVDs. Season 7 or 8.
Little Miss Sunshine DVD.
NIN Downward Spiral-10th Anniversary Edition.
Slaughter House Five by Vonnegut.
Grapes of Wrath by Steinbeck.

And what do I recieve?
iPod. (check)
Starbucks gift card. (check)
The Office. UK Version.
South Park. Season 4.
Tennessee Titans Hat.
A wallet. (I get one every year. I send one to Goodwill every year.)
Three purses I will never touch.
Chocolate. (I'm not much of a chocolate fan.)
A couple of random books off the best seller list (which I don't ever read off of.)
The new John Mayer CD. I hate John Mayer's music. I'll even go as far as to say, I loathe John Mayer's music.
A Napoleon Dynamite Calendar.  (speechless)
Bracelets where one is neon yellow, one's neon pink, and one's neon orange.

Yeah. I know.
Compare those two lists for just a minute.
Fuck.
I need a cigarette.
 
At least half of the stuff I get for Christmas every year can go straight to Goodwill.
I wish I was kidding.
My parents never save the receipts because they're "just absolutely sure" I'm going to love everything.
I think I might've been adopted.

And if you don't believe that my Christmas List could be taken so terribly wrong,
then when I get my camera back from my friend who borrowed it, I'll take pictures just to prove it to you.

Merry Fucking Christmas.
 and for the record, I don't care if it offends you. I just wanted to make a point.
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how do I loathe thee? let me count the ways. [Dec. 21st, 2006|05:48 pm]
anne
Ok, so I'm still just not in the writing mood.
This whole "can't-write" thing is depressing for me.
That's all I really want to say about that.

In other news:
Christmas-time is upon us and I've almost finished my Christmas shopping.
You'll probably all hate me for what I'm about to say next, but here goes nothing:

I loathe Christmas music.

Yes, you read that correctly.
I loathe Christmas music.
I would say that I "hate" it, but "loathe" expresses my true feelings more accurately.

I mean, seriously there's like, what, a total of 15 main songs that are done by 12 million different people.
Therefore, each song is done an average of 80 million times.*
And THEN, they just have to be played without interruption from the moment Thanksgiving ends to the moment New Years starts. 
Goddamn I loathe Christmas music.

*-If you don't understand the math behind that, don't worry about it.
It's like, quantitative mathmatical astro-physics or some shit. Leave the tough stuff up to me.
You wouldn't understand anyway.

I understand your brain might be a little exhausted after all the elbowing your way through Best Buy while fighting with the old grandma lady over the last copy of Pirates of the Caribbean 2. And that's all after waiting in line for a fucking parking spot in the parking lot for three hours. Then once you actually win the fight against the old grandma lady because you kick her in the shins and run away, you have to wait in the cash register line.
I'm not bitter ar anything.**

But back to the Christmas music, everyone now does a Christmas album.
Heidi Klum did a Christmas album this year.
Yeah, here's the link to the youtube music video of her single Wonderland,*** and I have to say, it's the worst music video I've ever seen in my life.
Even worse that the I Wear My Sunglasses at Night one, but Sunglasses only has the leg up because the guy looks like a complete idiot and it's funny. Who thought that video concept, much less the song concept, was ever a good idea?

**-It's not like I did exactly that this afternoon.
I kicked the grandma in the ankles.
(I accidentally aimed too low for the shins, but I intended to kick her in the shins.)

***-I recommend that you take a shot of hard liquor before watching this. That way, you'll laugh instead of wanting to mass murder all  german people. I'm not even going to continue that with a Nazi joke. I'm insensitive, but I couldn't really come up with a good joke to follow not that insensitive. Come on.

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i know i'm the stupid type, but i'm not that stupid. [Dec. 5th, 2006|03:57 pm]
anne
I recently (and by recently, I mean about 15 minutes ago) had someone ask me if I had a hidden talent and yes, actually, I do.
But I'll be completely honest, it's nothing fabulous.
I know, I know. You don't have to say it, I know everything I do is fabulous, but really... this is not.

My hidden talent is that my shoulder blades are double-jointed and therefore,
I can touch my elbows together behind my back. Yeah, not so fabulous.
I was quick to point out to said person that never will I be at an elegant cocktail party where the subject comes up*.
And when/if it does, I will not be the person that goes,
I have this awesome hidden talent where my shoulder blades are double-jointed. Yeah, just watch this shit. Oh fuck, I have a backless dress on! You can not only see my elbows touch, you can also see my actually shoulder blades touch! Awesome!
Yeah, I know I'm the stupid type, but give me a little credit. I'm not that stupid.


*-There are two reasons for this.

1) When in hell am I going to attend an elegant cocktail party!?
and 2) Who in the hell talks about hidden talents at an elegant cocktail party?!

Also, I think this writers' block shit is wearing off, but this still reads a bit dis-jointed and such.
I'm sorry my negative 80 fans, you will have to suffer just a bit longer.
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one moment of your time please. [Dec. 4th, 2006|11:10 pm]
anne
Is a red crayon still red in the absence of light?
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