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a b o u t m e


My name is Anna.
I am 21.
I live in Ohio.
Muse.




c o n t a c t
email: trueslyth@gmail.com,
msn: verisimility@hotmail.com
twitter: asfridr, facebook,
deviantart: verisimility
c u r r e n t
Listening: Tokio Hotel
Watching: Heroes, Dexter, Supernatural,
Atlantis, Sarah Connor, True Blood
Reading: House of Night Series by PC & Kristin Cast





Saturday, October 27, 2007
8:03 AM

The office that I work at is a low-key organization, the Ohio Gamers. Because of the stress of starting school again, I told the head person (Jack Stewart) that I would be strictly working in an un-official capacity.

Knowing that, yesterday I went into the office for a bit with Mandy...me, to just be there casually while she was doing a little bit of things. Mandy and I were planning on hopping over to our friend Jim's house later on and having a relaxing pizza and movies night while doing our laundry (We have no access to a good washer or dryer here) Let me tell you what happened. Jack has no idea what to tell her to do, at all. She calls maybe one person for him, types a little letter...that is it. That's also what we KNEW was going to happen. Like I said, the OGO is very un-organized, etc.

I was wearing straight legged velvet-type gray pants with cute little black flat with bows (that hurt like hell) and my "Make art not war" t-shirt with the black jacket on the right. Clean? You betcha...tidy, too.

Jackass Stewart (my new name for him) makes me lug around some random dirty boxes for him from outside. I'm not complaining about it at all, it's whatever...I got this weird dust-stain on my t-shirt from it, though.

I'll tell you what Jackass is wearing: the same really dirty jeans from the last 10 times we've seen him, the same really dirty button shirt from the last 10 times we've seen him, and no shower in-between those times from the smell coming off of him. There's another main guy named Matt that works there, he comes in later with baggy jean shorts and a track suit top.

Taking into consideration that I am clean, tidy...good-looking...in an un-official capacity (Meaning, I was basically just a guest there) on a Friday (which we've been told is casual Friday to boot)...against J's dirty appearance and Matt's sloppy one, that's what makes this next bit from J rankle pretty bad.

He proceeds to lecture me about appearing professional.

Uhm...wtf? Excuse me?

Yeah.

Casual Friday, more professional looking than our homeless-looking co-workers, un-official capacity...fuck you.

I said goodbye that second and walked out with Mandy to go visit someone that wasn't a hypocrite. I want to know what Jackass is taking, what glasses he's seeing the world through when he says shit like that, and WHY HE WON'T TAKE A FREAKING BATH.




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