How rude!

ARGH!!! For the second day now, one of our bigwig guys is sitting in the conference room near my desk and conducting all of his buisness. Which includes really LOUD conference calls and a phone call this morning where he yelled at someone for a good 15 mins. With the door open! It's driving me insane!! My headphones can't even drown it out. What I can't figure out is why he's even in there. No one is with him. And he has his own fucking office! I'm tempted to just get up and slam the door shut, but I kind of need this job, you know?

So how exactly do you tactfully tell one of the bosses to shut the fucking hell up?

Debauchery in Hollywood, Day 1 - Video Star at the Key Club

( Thursday, June 2nd, 2005 )

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Eric Stacy (yes, Eric "formerly of Faster Pussycat" Stacy) has the photo I took of him at the BBJ show last year on his MySpace profile. I'm not sure why this amuses me, but it does. Immensely.

Because I'm bored, how about some old photos? I've been feeling nostalgic this week and going through old files. ( I miss you guys! *weepy* )

Ganked from butterbuns

Number of people on my LJ friends list, as of today: 85
... whom I've met in person: 34
... whom I've met in person more than once: 24
... whose house I've been to: 13
... who have been to my house: 7
... whose precise geographic location I know: 47
... whose full names I know offhand: 33
... whom I've followed/been in touch with for more than 3 years: 14
... who live outside my country: 5, I think
... whose journal I consider myself "addicted" to: 14
... whom I've lived with: 0
... whose ex I slept with: ??? 0
... who I'd do: 8
... who I've done: nada


I'm going to quit spamming now.