surly

I finally decided that it was going to take chemical assistance or a new movie to get my mood up. The movie was, frankly, cheaper and more legal. So skimmed my memory for every movie recommended by Lj over the last six months, then bought The Butterfly Effect.

I tend to trust my LJ list over reviews these days, mostly because I get the feeling that sometimes, reviewers have no idea what they are actually watching, especially in horror or genre. Then there's Ashton Kutcher.

Back when I first started watching Smallville, every time Clark annoyed me, which was often, I'd mentally shove Lex in bed with Ashton for romping. Because you know, tall, dark--seriously, it's all about the shallow gratification angle. Sometimes, I'd try to cast him into some DC character or another, but really, it was all about the pretty factor. And God, is Ashton pretty. Just looking at him makes me intensely happy. He doesn't do much for me in That Seventies' Show, though I love the show deeply. The hair. But my. My my my.

I'm just that easy sometimes. Mmm. Ashton. Happy.

Things That Went Right

The bill was faxed by Panamerican, finally, telling me exactly what we owe. For those attending Slumberparty, the bill is about seven hundred less than they originally told me. No, I'm not joking. Seven hundred dollars. I have paper proof going on here. irishcaelan is going over it with me tonight so we can get the amount everyone owes per night, so yay. This is me. Far less unhappy with the world. Then again, I have Nestle Quik and milk, and apricot pie, and waffles, adn God, you don't even want to know how much I spent at the grocery store, but it was a lot. And I'm correspondingly less peeved with the universe. Also, it's less than three weeks away. I still have to find luggage to buy, borrow, or steal, get my hair recolored, buy new pants, and figure out how me and svmadelyn will survive shopping alone in NY on Thursday night. I suppose getting hopelessly lost on our first night would be really, *really* bad.

Speaking of which, svmadelyn has a poll up about dinner Saturday night. If you are in NY and want to come, vote! And also, if you haven't already, tell us you are coming. I think the ones she listed require reservations, so we'd like to have as close to an accurate number as possible.

Surly

I pre-warned everyone at work that surly was going to be my middle name until they put me in the next TANF training class. Everything thought it was cute. I threatened to dress up as Catwoman for Halloween and openly carry a whip to use on those who annoyed me. I was helpfully referred to websites to buy the proper boots. I was also pointed to teh dress code, which does not allow for bodysuits.

I said I'd wear a jacket with the ensemble. Boss looked worried. Also cheering. I get my kicks very cheaply.

I found playin #1 Crush and singing along makes people very nervous. That was fun.

So, I need surly, unhappy music to play in my office. Vaguely hopeless, and dark, and something that I can sing along to, so as to terrify anyone with a lick of sense. Also, hurt their ears. I did point out I am unable to carry a note, right? Yes, this is the pettiest of revenges. Recommendations?

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[djinanna.livejournal.com]

Um ... not sing-to-able. But you can yowl to it...