04-01-04

what planet are you from?

Dinner last night was interesting. Decided to go to max and erma’s which decided to be closed at 8:00 on a wednesday, so we went to “the most unsatisfying six inches ever,” no, not sex, Subway. I always am eating a six inch on my way too and from where ever it is i happen to be rushing to at the time an so i dubbed it its cute little nickname. I don’t know, somehow i think the “its ok, i had subway” marketing campaign should be replaced with “everything sexual”. Besides, whats not the least bit sexual about a neon yellow sub joint where they microwave the chicken?

Back at his place, and my place, and his place again (he lives right down the hall for geez sakes) we were looking at eachothers work. In one of my sketch books i have a theory written down that disproves newton and after i was done explaining it to him i turned the page and there were concept drawings for a few characters from a card i was drawing beth. he started laughing and asks “where are you from? seriously, did some spaceship drop you off.” I smiled, a twisted, disgustingly confused grimace that most people confuse with the real thing…the same one i have perfected at work dealing with those people all day.

On a less “gee, i am a freak and no wonder i attracked freaks, i scare away the non-freaks and should really, if i ever plan to be more than just friends with anyone every, learn to keep my mouth shut and my thoughts to myself”- note…

La Strada site is done, all i need now is feed back and photos, which the frischlings are suppose to send me. Micheal and Greg are wonderful and nice, I still am not sure what to make of Todd. I get the strange feeling he is just tolerating everyone. meh, none of my business.

Natalia gooshes about me, says i am a great hostess and how she hopes i never quit, which is settleing since i have been walking on eggshells since i got there feeling like i am not doing anything right. It is also kind of heartbreaking that i need to find another job. Oh well, God has a plan. Thinking of not going to my mom’s house this weekend, i need to go to church, badly.

Colin sent me a design of his logo, couldn’t help but laugh it was so bad. Threw a piece together in three minutes and he was like…no i have a plan, i need my signature to be there like i n the one i sent you. Hello? could you have your head any farther up your ass than you do? No one gives a rats ass about your signature, in business it is not about you its about whats in it for me…and is the word “you” anywhere in that sentence…no. Do not expect people to associate your signature with you as a recognizable element in your marketing campaign, we are bombarded by signatures on a daily basis, the only way yours will stand out is if it is on the bottom of a million dollar check made out to them. And to make matters worse he was rude to me too. WTF is with ppl?