Allright vinehumpers, I command you to get your hands on the song 'P*ssy Control' and learn it, live it, love it. I swear, Prince is a fucking genius.
So, I've been listening to a lot of hip hop dance music lately. I've had a lot to do, and it seems like this is the best thing to keep a pace with. I'm enjoying Mina a lot (my mini Ipod) as I get around in my own little musical world. Set her on shuffle, and I'm set. Not to mention that I get an exceptional amount of satisfaction at the gym while I work out. I'm listening to all sorts of naughty lyrics that the proper little pigtail sporty goody goody next to me would have to whip out a dictionary to fully appreciate.
Spring cleaning in the house, the store, and the yard is what has been keeping me away from journal-land. My hands are so dry and split from all the washing and chemicals I've used. Even using gloves, the powder dries out my hands.
Next week, I get to spend a few days with Mike. He and I are going to go mushroom hunting, and go looking around the Dayton area.
I am considering a new job because I think that my job is screwing me around and trying to wait and see exactly how long they can keep me waiting before promoting me. Not to mention that I plan on asking them for a ridiculous starting wage for the next level. I don't expect them to accept it or pay, perhaps they'll think that I'm trying to play the negotiating game, but really, I won't accept less than 34K. But I'm truly not willing to wait 6 more weeks for the possibility of them saying, 'we'll promote you mid august.' I told them I didn't want to stay in this position for that long. I'm going to get out before they screw me.
My chariot awaits.
Posted by hawkie at April 19, 2005 09:20 AMI've been laying out my window boxes and my hands are shot now. Drier than during the dead of winter.
FYI - Elvis is coming to Columbus this summer.