I’m doing this on iMovie nowdays, so the font & cuts look a bit different. So much for consistency.
Oh, and I noticed that someone actually clicked that ad that comes up at the end of the video, and I am now $0.30 richer! Yay for me!
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Jebus chribes! This thing looks like shit! And I thought that it was stuttering only cause I previewed it on a slow computer. Ouch! Eh, I’ll redo it Sunday. Promise.
I didn’t go to work today. the reason being that the pricetags that I was supposed to mount on every shelf and hanger hadn’t arrived yet. So I get a day off. Without pay. Oh, on Monday and Tuesday as well. Without pay. And this afternoon the contact person at the rent-a-slave company called to say that the last two weeks of my four week stint had been cancelled. So I’m not going to work then.
I’ve set aside four weeks in my quite stressful fulltime schedule to work a shit job to be able to pay the rent and buy wine. I’m not there for the benefit of my health or because I find it amusing.
This pisses me off no end. I can only imagine the poor fucks who have to work under these conditions month in and month out. Jesus fuck.
I’ll put together a video over the weekend never-the-less. If nothing else, celebrating the hangover I’m hoping to create.
Reminds me of whats-his-name who does the black and white etchings of dead children (same guy who did “a series of unfortunate events” maybe?).
Yes, I know it’s extremely lazy of me to post these vids instead of making any new content. But as usual, when you can’t make noise yourself, don’t be bothered by the other people making noise filling the void.
Or something. I don’t know. What the hell. I just had three bowls of lentil soup and am in a food coma and just want to go to sleep. So. There.
Brilliant party at HFF this weekend. Haven’t bunnyhopped that much in a long time (I was shouting “woooooo-o” as well, which doesn’t happen often) (Although I was drunk, which happens quite a bit) and my legs are still sore.
Re: Sore legs: I entertained the workout habit this morning, and ended up going failure on my legs. Especially the inner thighs are hurting, and a thought struck me: If I keep on working out I’ll be able to get off just by squeezing my legs together. Is that the reason why there are so many guys at the gym? But what’s in it for the women then? A muscular labia?
I don’t recall properly, but I seemed to get rejected by someone, and hit on by someone else. Now, if I could only have somehow combined the two occurrences, I’m quite certain that they would negate each other, resulting in something interesting. The rejection was “Sorry, but i have better judgement than that“, but I cannot for the life of me recall what prompted it.
Half an hour before the speakers were turned off, I ran around using the horrible video function on my mobile. Try as i may I can’t make something out of nothing, so most of it is just a blur and a horrendous screeching sound. (Although the sound is more or less realistic – the volume was above average)
I generally dance like a god; Perhaps a god of destruction rather than a graceful being full of love, but either way I kept the carnage up until eight in the morning and slept until 21:00 Sunday.
