Mood: Lazy~

Amanda told me about an awesomely wonderful movie she saw, The Cat Returns, and that while the title is stupid and has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the movie, I watched it myself and it is indeed awesomely wonderful. The FBI kitties were freaking awesome. Throw your inferior cat ass in to them bushes, take THAT! Ho ho ho. And I looooove the Baron. Him and his cute suit and top hat and suaveness and mad cake icing skills. He fills me with happiness. >^^< There's approximately zero good quality images of him on the web anywhere though and that's at least one less than I need to make any sort of pretty blog layout for you, Amanda. Sorry, no Baron love for you. Maybe there will be some in the manga we can use.

I also watched Kinsey. It was also awesome, but more so awesome in a Liam Neeson way and less in a debonair kitty sort of way. There was lots of sex, and sex talk, and sex innuendo. Sex all around. Some of it was old people though, and I definitely didn't need to see that. . . Oh, but then Liam Neeson totally kissed a man -- it was like this little surprise perk of manlove that they snuck in there and made up for the old lady images that will forever haunt my nightmares.

Work SUCKED yesterday. It was annoying and aggravating and I wanted to blow up the world with my rage alone and maybe just a little bit of nuclear explosives. You would think that now that we've finally gotten back the booming customer populace that we lost for a while back with all the new grocery stores being built, they would increase the amount of cashiers on at any given time. BUT NOOOOOOOOOO. . .that would be the OBVIOUS THING TO DO. . .and OF COURSE WE CAN'T HAVE THAT, CAN WE?! *Stomp stomp rage* *Plots homicidal rampages as her and only ONE OTHER CASHIER handle the crazy mob lined all the way past the tills*

Man, I've been such a lazy bum today. It's all rainy and doomy outside and that kind of weather always boosts my sloth-o-meter into the flashy red danger zone, so all I did today was watch movies and draw. I wouldn't have even changed out of my pjs if I hadn't had a hair appointment. And while I was getting my hair cut, the woman in the chair next to me was like, "Hey, you're the girl from Sobeys! With the hair!" Jeezes, I can't believe how many customers know me from just working at Sobeys for so long and from having a unique hair style. . .and it's not even like I have some crazy purple mohawk or something. . .it's crazy. On the freaking bus, at the hospital x-ray waiting room, in the theatre -- I get recognized everywhere I go. It's like being famous. . .except that you feel more ashamed about it. =_=