The thoughts & opinions of Sassarella, the Queen of Sass as she cavorts in 's Gravenhage & beyond. Brought to you by CES's (Chief Executive Slaves) of Big Skanky Ho Inc.
1) I'm too busy kicking Robbie Williams's ass to sleep. 2) I keep taking naps rather than sleeping when I should. 3) Saving the world can keep you up at night. Just ask Buffy. Or me. 4) Sometimes I get drunk and do crazy things like stay up until 3:30am.
I'll sleep when I'm dead. Which should be in two weeks at this rate. I need to be at work in half an hour. But I hung out with Renee last night so it was all worth it.
On tv right now is an old Take That video... wow. I never realised how much these things looked like an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue. I've never seen such a blatant attempt to capitalise on a gay audience. Holy. posted by Alleen at 12:37:22 PM
Thursday, January 22, 2004
FYI: Despite the fact that I've spent the past couple of weeks listening to Joy Division, see if you can guess what song I have stuck in my head right now.
That's right... "Gin and Juice."
I'm not kidding either.
Since I began my two-week quest to listen to nothing but Joy Division, I've heard from a lot of people about the songs they listen to when they're depressed and the music they can't listen to anymore because of the emotional attachments. I must be extremely unsentimental, because I have nothing like this that I can think of. Maybe I really am cold-hearted.
Today, my potential new roommate came by... and I answered the door in fuzzy slippers.
It's like I've spent this whole week destroying my own sense of dignity. Then again, if he moves in, he's going to see a lot of the less-than-fully-poised Alleen, so really, I'm doing him a favour, showing him what he's in for.
But still... maybe in future, if i'm going to be half-dressed, I'll answer the door in a pink negligee and marabou slippers. That way, I can sacrifice my dignity to my own amusement, rather than just throwing it away for no purpose.
Anyway... he likes the place and would like to move in. Yay!
Sloooooooow week. Really nothing much going on aside from going to work, going home, going to sleep, going to work, going home...
This pattern has apparently lulled me into a state of complete stupidity. This morning, I ate my oh-so-healthy breakfast of chocolate soy dessert and just went off to work. An hour or so after getting to work, I noticed that there was a crust on some of my hair.
Instead of quietly taking myself off to the bathroom and wiping it off, I yelled out 'EEEEEUW! What is this crap on my hair?' for everyone in a 10km radius to hear. Upon further investigation, I realised that it was soy dessert, which was not such a bad thing as my hair now smelled sort of chocolatey. Upon even further investigation, I realised that the reason my hair had so much soy dessert on it was that I actually had a glob of it down the front of my shirt, something that no one at work had seen fit to point out to me. Forgetting completely about all those ladylike qualities that my mother had tried to instill in me for so long, I basically yelled and ran to the bathroom in the least discreet way possible.
What I learned was that it is practically impossible to remove soy dessert from clothes when all you have to work with is freezing cold water and toilet paper. And that's the moral of today's story, kids. Don't spill your soy dessert. posted by Alleen at 9:49:43 PM
Monday, January 19, 2004
I spent last Saturday night on Amber's couch, watching Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back. Previous to this, over a delicious dinner of couscous and shrimps, we entered into a discussion.
Imagine this hypothetical scenario: You are able to have sex with whoever you want with absolutely no consequences to anyone, emotional, physical, or spiritual. Who would you have sex with in this alternate universe?
This is what we spent our evening contemplating.
The conclusion? Sure, there's a few people close to your heart that you'd try out first, but the consensus seemed to be that if this were truly possible, you'd be spending 99% of your time either having sex or figuring out who was next.
