when it all goes wrong again
Jan. 23rd, 2005 09:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyLet's recap, shall we?
It's cold, though I'm currently not feeling it. [long sleeves and sketti in my tummy.]
No minis.
No loft.
Both toys have been paid for, yet are they in my grubby paws? No. If they were you'd have heard the scream or screamed at me for too many damn pictures.
I take back the not being cold thing. I am now.
The cat licked my plate so now if I want something else to eat, I have to either wash this one or get a new one. Bah.
For those who pondered, I did order ChinaChina yesterday... the day before, actually. Paid for her yesterday. [yay!] This brings the Pullip collection to 3 in hand [Alice, Panda-Tish, & Princi], 3 minis on the way, China China on the way, and Fanatica should be underway sometime.
Then I think I'm going to cut myself off again until Afternoon, or a fantastic sale or something. I leave this loophole because otherwise I'll break that vow in about two days for something silly.
Not a big fan of the lil Simpson. I don't wish she'd die like I did for Christina [for awhile], but I find her voice to grate on my nerves [her pronunciation and things. It's a quirk and one I don't expect other people to also hold true], and the girl needs someone to help her out in interviews and things, ASAP. Why, oh snarky one?
Because whenever something bad happens, it's never her fault. Ever. Her band, acid reflux [that's so going to amuse me in three months, I just know it], the crowd, the set up, the sun, the moon, the stars, whatever you can think of, it's all something else's fault before it's hers.
I hate that. I seriously hate that in a person. Once in awhile, you fuck up. You suck in public and you gotta deal. You take the hit, you admit you sucked [even if you maintain it was a one time deal], and if you're smart, you manage to do this gracefully. Lil' Simpson wouldn't know gracefully if it bit her on her ass and announced itself.
Jessica may be a ditz, but at least she's been known to say, "Oh. My. God. Moron am I. Sorry." Lil Simpson's always, "It's not my fault! Yur all sew meeeeeeeen!" *rolls eyes out of head*
And this is why I wish she'd just go away until she lets her awful hair cut turn into something less awful and until she's done blaming everyone else when something goes wrong.
Yah. That's over. Kay. I'm off to see if I'm hungry and if there's a smidgeon of sketti left, and then I'm going to see if it's sunny. If so, I'm dressing the girls for the cold and braving the elements for some pictures. If not, then I'm passing out under a pile of blankets and any cat I can convince to cuddle.
*blows kisses*
also? i had to work 10-7. This extra hour is nice paycheck wise, but I think I crippled my damn ankles.
It's cold, though I'm currently not feeling it. [long sleeves and sketti in my tummy.]
No minis.
No loft.
Both toys have been paid for, yet are they in my grubby paws? No. If they were you'd have heard the scream or screamed at me for too many damn pictures.
I take back the not being cold thing. I am now.
The cat licked my plate so now if I want something else to eat, I have to either wash this one or get a new one. Bah.
For those who pondered, I did order ChinaChina yesterday... the day before, actually. Paid for her yesterday. [yay!] This brings the Pullip collection to 3 in hand [Alice, Panda-Tish, & Princi], 3 minis on the way, China China on the way, and Fanatica should be underway sometime.
Then I think I'm going to cut myself off again until Afternoon, or a fantastic sale or something. I leave this loophole because otherwise I'll break that vow in about two days for something silly.
Not a big fan of the lil Simpson. I don't wish she'd die like I did for Christina [for awhile], but I find her voice to grate on my nerves [her pronunciation and things. It's a quirk and one I don't expect other people to also hold true], and the girl needs someone to help her out in interviews and things, ASAP. Why, oh snarky one?
Because whenever something bad happens, it's never her fault. Ever. Her band, acid reflux [that's so going to amuse me in three months, I just know it], the crowd, the set up, the sun, the moon, the stars, whatever you can think of, it's all something else's fault before it's hers.
I hate that. I seriously hate that in a person. Once in awhile, you fuck up. You suck in public and you gotta deal. You take the hit, you admit you sucked [even if you maintain it was a one time deal], and if you're smart, you manage to do this gracefully. Lil' Simpson wouldn't know gracefully if it bit her on her ass and announced itself.
Jessica may be a ditz, but at least she's been known to say, "Oh. My. God. Moron am I. Sorry." Lil Simpson's always, "It's not my fault! Yur all sew meeeeeeeen!" *rolls eyes out of head*
And this is why I wish she'd just go away until she lets her awful hair cut turn into something less awful and until she's done blaming everyone else when something goes wrong.
Yah. That's over. Kay. I'm off to see if I'm hungry and if there's a smidgeon of sketti left, and then I'm going to see if it's sunny. If so, I'm dressing the girls for the cold and braving the elements for some pictures. If not, then I'm passing out under a pile of blankets and any cat I can convince to cuddle.
*blows kisses*
also? i had to work 10-7. This extra hour is nice paycheck wise, but I think I crippled my damn ankles.
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Date: 2005-01-23 07:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-24 07:28 am (UTC)and another person who thinks Jess got the voice in the family. yay! I think this makes... two of us. ;)