A Cartoonish Life

Since I'm still new-ish to DreamWidth (but everyone who follows me on LiveJournal knows about this), here's where I explain that I'm in the process of writing a book! I've been working in the customer service/retail sector for the better part of my life post high school, but I've been employed for the last 4 1/2 years at a grocery store as a cashier. And it royally sucks. I've had to deal with so many mean, rude, terrible customers (and had some clashes with management), and I can't tell you how many people hear my stories of cashier abuse that they sometimes don't believe it, but it's all true. For the last couple of years, I've been keeping both a written journal and a work-related blog (15 Items Or Less) about my work experiences and just to generally vent.

Well, for a good chunk of last year, I was trying to outline this book project and to better organize how I want this project to go. I'm thinking I may turn it into a book/graphic novel. But yesterday, I was going through my work-related posts on my LJ account and running off those pages so I have something to look at and do my editing/organizing when I'm not at my computer. Holy crap, I've got about half of the LJ entries ran off so far and I've already realized it's a lot of material. I haven't even gotten to "15 Items Or Less" yet or my pen-and-paper journal.

What bothers me the most is that after reading these past entries, I just now realized how much of my life I've spent at this job. At least 1/6th of my life. And I don't even like the job. And it just feels like it's getting worse. So yeah. The book has to be written.

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(It wasn't so much what I said, but what I didn't say.)


Zero, I'm sorry I just quit talking to you and froze you out of my life. But the fact of the matter is, you got back together with Kristen AGAIN (and for good that time), and never bothered to tell me. I had to find out for myself. I really liked you a lot, I'm sure you knew that. And to make matters worse, her joining cast was like rubbing salt in the wound. I'm pretty sure everyone else in the Pink Invaders was able to put two and two together on that one when they tried to figure out why I quit cast. And you were quite an asshole with me when I tried to make amends, so I think I know where you stand on that.

I don't even care so much that my heart was broken. I can get over that kind of stuff. What bothered me the most about it was I thought you were my friend. Friends don't treat each other like that.

I know we were able to be somewhat civil to each other when I was briefly with Help Me Mommy. But it's not the same.

I'd hate for us to still have this stupid feud hanging over our heads, and I don't think Fester would have liked to have died with us still holding a grudge against each other.

I've said my peace, and this is the last I'll say about it. I'm ready for a truce if you are.

AAAAARGH. I try to sit down and get some writing done, and I'm either staring at a blank computer screen or a blank piece of paper in a notebook. I feel like I'm too fried from working at my day job to even try to be creative.

I'm not even working on my book. I'm just trying to finish up a fill over at disney_kink. FML.

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When I was still at Blockbuster, I would occasionally pop a tub of popcorn right before opening up the store to try to entice customers to buy some of the popcorn tubs. And I discovered that combining movie-theater-buttered popcorn...



with Nestlé's Buncha Crunch...



is THE BEST MOVIE SNACK EVER.

Of course, you have to let the popcorn cool down before adding it, or else your popcorn becomes a chocolate-y mess.

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Work? GOD no.

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The Cryptkeeper from "Tales From the Crypt."

When it'd come on, I'd run into my parents' bedroom and jump under the covers until the beginning part was over. Please tell me I'm not the only one who did this.

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Simple. The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Do I really have to explain?

...I do? Okay....

First of all, you get to yell stuff at the movie screen during audience participation viewings and no one cares.

Second of all, I relish in any opportunity to dress up in a corset and fishnets at midnight on the weekends. Oh wait, I did this with the Pink Invaders off and on for about three years.

Cult classics are the movies that didn't do very well at the box office, but a certain group of people love it so much that they keep watching it and want to re-create it and live that sort of lifestyle.

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HELLZ YEAH!!!!! JUNK FOOD GALORE!!!

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"Why should Ceasar stomp around like a giant while the rest of us try not to get smushed under his big feet? What's so great about Ceasar? Hmm? Brutus is just as cute as Ceasar. Okay, Brutus is just as smart as Ceasar. People totally like Brutus just as much as they like Ceasar. And when did it become okay for one person to be the boss of everybody? Huh? Because that is not what Rome is all about! We should totally just STAB CEASAR!!"


Sooooooooo many great parts in that movie.

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That's a hard one. "Billie Jean" is my favorite, but then I always think of some other ones I really love as well. I've always been partial to the stuff he did when he was younger and with his brothers in the Jackson 5, like "Never Can Say Goodbye" and "The Love You Save." And I do adore "Ben":



And my favorite Christmas song is the Jackson 5's version of "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus." (Michael: "I did! I really did see Mommy kissing Santa Claus! And I'm gonna tell my dad!")