I'm not completely insane...

At least, I hope I'm not.

Just got through a job interview. Eesh. I hate these things. Still, prospects look good. But I thought that last week, too.

Eh. We'll see.

In other news, my coffee is cold.

Heh.

Looks like SG-1 blew up another mother ship in orbit...

http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/West/06/03/meteorite.washington.ap/index.html

*snicker*

Whoot.

*pauses to eye Sam and Jack* Huh. So, 'Cure' has this subtext during the meeting at the beginning.

"So."
"So."
"Think we'll get back in time to watch the hockey game?"
"Well, I did set it, sir."
"We can watch tomorrow, then."
"Or late tonight."
"So. Chinese?"
"I was thinking Italian."

Erm. Anyway.

I got the job. I start Monday at 9am. And it's supposed to go for a month (though might go longer, I haven't a clue...)

I'll be doing data entry and some phone stuff. We'll see. Hopefully, I won't be too bored.

Puttin' on my gold chains, yo.

I am here to pimp, and pimp hard.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/cherryice/97709.html?#cutid1

There is fic there. Harry Potter fic. I, do not LIKE HP. So I refuse to read it. BUT. It is Cherry. That's like putting a gold stamp on gold. Which means it's good, people. It means it's probably panfan-fucking-tabulous.

So go. Read. Tell her how wonderful she is.

I am going to go get a gold tooth fitted with my royalties.

More pimping...

This time it's me, and this time, it's Sam Carter porn. And not with Jack or Pete, either (I was as surprised as you are)...

http://www.deadjournal.com/users/lyssie/26247.html#cutid1