06.09.05

Be proud of me (I suck at this sort of thing), I've asked the new mangler for a meeting outside of the store to discuss our communication problems. Today I told him that when he speaks to me as if I'm 14, it reminds me of how my ex- spoke to me. That ain't a good thing, and I react badly. He seemed to get it, a little. It might need reinforcement, but it's a step in the right direction.

Today, I made t-shirt transfers. Whee! Soon, me and muh gurlz will be a-whoopin' and a-hollerin'. Or something. All I can say is watch out for Trick Bitch Seven, baby. Here's hoping I don't screw up the actual transfer process. I made two copies (TB7 on the front and 7 and my posse name, Spike, on the back) and only bought one shirt. I'm a doofus. Well, inshallah, it will all be good in the end.

Now to watch Cowboy Bebop. I knew if I waited long enough, it'd come on cable. I taped it this morning and will wallow this evening. The evening is turning Japanese *huh, uh-huh huh, uh-huh huh huh* (imagine Beavis & Butthead laughter there) with anime and sashimi for supper.

I'm the luckiest girl. Now, back to wrasslin' with the knitted uterus. Whoopee!

Go. Be fabulous.

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