You know what I love?
Jul. 20th, 2010 08:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosBeing woken up at seven o'clock in the morning by jackhammers and ten loudmouthed racist idiots breaking up the sidewalk in front of my apartment. That's my favorite.
*glares out the window*
Last night when I worked at Wegmans they had me stocking the health food section, which I loved if only because I spent the last two hours stocking by myself and no one bothered me. I was having that sort of a day, seriously. I spent the entire day on my day job on the phones due to the system shutting down for two hours and the phone lines backing up, and I got yelled at twice by customers for things anyone with half a brain could figure out a phone jockey has NOTHING to do with.
Also, still no writing. Lots of planning, but no writing. Last night at Wegmans I think my brain was a little fried, because I decided I should write an urban fantasy parody series where the first book would be called A Lousy Pun About Death, Or Possibly The Weather, and the second book would be called, A Verb In The Past Tense Which Sums Up The Plot, Sort Of, and the third book would be called The Lead Character And The Illustrious MacGuffin. And every cover would feature someone randomly standing with their bare back to the reader, displaying a prominent tattoo and holding a weapon in one hand, but instead of a hot white woman in her mid-twenties to mid-thirties, it'd be your grandmother or Santa or a bear walking on its hind legs or something.
*glares out the window*
Last night when I worked at Wegmans they had me stocking the health food section, which I loved if only because I spent the last two hours stocking by myself and no one bothered me. I was having that sort of a day, seriously. I spent the entire day on my day job on the phones due to the system shutting down for two hours and the phone lines backing up, and I got yelled at twice by customers for things anyone with half a brain could figure out a phone jockey has NOTHING to do with.
Also, still no writing. Lots of planning, but no writing. Last night at Wegmans I think my brain was a little fried, because I decided I should write an urban fantasy parody series where the first book would be called A Lousy Pun About Death, Or Possibly The Weather, and the second book would be called, A Verb In The Past Tense Which Sums Up The Plot, Sort Of, and the third book would be called The Lead Character And The Illustrious MacGuffin. And every cover would feature someone randomly standing with their bare back to the reader, displaying a prominent tattoo and holding a weapon in one hand, but instead of a hot white woman in her mid-twenties to mid-thirties, it'd be your grandmother or Santa or a bear walking on its hind legs or something.
