More postcards from TangentLand ...

• Still no word about a job offer. I. HATE. Waiting. However, the very nice lady who was my boss the last time I was a full-time employee at the Evil Empire (who is lurking and reading, so everyone wave at the monitor and say "Hi Christine!") has given me several pep talks, and reminded me that if I wasn't being considered, I would have been told right away. So, I'm hopeful. Distracted with impatience, but hopeful.



• Apparently the only song I want to listen to right now is The Last of the Famous International Playboys by Morrissey. Thank goodness my office mate doesn't come in on Mondays, because not only am I incapable of listening to anything else, but I must fervently lip-sync to it. Yes, my brain is a strange place to be.



• Shallow Fashion Details! ( With, as always, a cut tag ... )
  
  
  
• Thanks to staxxy alerting me, I just found out that HIM is playing at the Premier on Oct 6th. Tickets are $25 via Ticketswest.com. Now I just need to find someone who would be willing to go see a silly and rather over-the-top Gawthic pop-metal band. (stroppy_baggage, alexiarnps, stop rolling your eyes *quite* so hard, 'kay?)

::pokes e-mail client again::

Haaaaate waiting for important e-mail. Gah!