that's what you get for waking up in vegas
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lots of things to do, needle and thread to poke my eyeballs out with (instant chant in head: silver thread and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine/ and i cannot let myself drown in the warm glow of your wine whoooaaa vintage), TOO MANY THINGS, SO LITTLE TIME.
and i realised i think i cannot blog about work because i had to sign some secrecy contract on the first day. damn me for not reading contracts.
but today was damn funny-- it's not just the mildly insane complainants who get into cat fights ("oi you seduce my husband! i whack you with slipper! haaiiiii yattt!!!" [since that happened in full view of the public i figure it isn't secret per se]); apparently the defence and prosecution lawyers in an assault case started catfighting too and had to be called into the judge's rooms for a talking-to.
DRAMA. soooo drama. ally mcbeal has nothing on this.
okay needles.
p.s. met benson at studio wu to register for bday dance packages. i feel so EVIL omg it was like 217 i feel so eeeevvvviiillllllll :( but it was awesome the way all the raggers kind of unanimously and separately and independently suggested the same present-- dance lessons. wheee.
p.p.s. finished emma tennant. surprisingly wasn't too bad (considering how i gagged at hotel de dream-- then again i suspect the teacher had something to do with it, the way she freud-ed everything oh dear gods), but nothing near jane eyre (duh). some surprising twists though, and i am sad because it completely denigrated my ideal of the perfect literary gothic hero, flawed and temperamental as he is. who wouldn't want someone named edward fairfax rochester? (i had a schoolgirl crush on him, i'm sorry. at sec 3 i thought he was the perfect man-- AFTER the fire. heeee)
see. looks like a trashy novel don't it. every morning when i read it in the train i get all sorts of weird stares and a bunch of people trying to peer over my shoulder and i SWEAR today two cops sniggered at me when i was reading it during lunch in some waiting area. oh well, back to steinbeck.p.p.p.s I HAVE AN INSATIABLE craving for red bean for some STUPID reason. it's been going on all week. so if you want to see me i think all you have to do is sidle up to me, lean in close, whisper oh so softly in my ear the magic words "hong... dou... sha" and i'll be putty in your hands. DATE ME FOR RED BEAN PASTEY things please. hahaha