2005-01-07

Vertigo by U2

"The night is full of holes
Those bullets rip the sky
Of ink with gold
They twinkle as the boys play rock and roll"

In 2004 you partied so hard... you forgot how to count.

What 2004 Hit Song Are You?

God dammit, whoever keeps buying the fucking toy I want and making is so the freakin' site is always out, if you don't stop, I'm going to fucking kill you. You hear me? KILL YOU!

*grumbles* I'm all kinds of not happy, Jan. Bother. *grumble* I'm hungry... and we have no food. Well, I'm sure we have food, but I don't really want eggs. *turns a shade of green most unflattering*

Why is it that Christmas eve isn't holiday pay worthy? Or if it is, then how the blue fuzzy did I not get paid for it? [and yes, I'm well aware I could just, you know, ask a manager, but I could also stick my finger in a light socket. It doesn't mean I will.] Argh! ARGH. Anyway.

I might not be thrilled about the above, but I'd be a lot less weird if I hadn't had an endless series of nightmares yesterday on top of Arianne apparently bitching about me to Cass. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. She can ignore me for weeks, but I blow New Years off because I figured she cancelled since I didn't hear from her, and suddenly I'm the one who has to explain? Fuuuuck.

Here. Maybe someone can tell me if this explination makes no sense. If so, I'll try to be super sweet. I don't like the phone. The sound of the phone ringing sets me on edge because it's almost never for me, and when I answer, it's usually some freakin' bill collector or someone calling to bitch at me about something. With me so far?
Thus I do not answer the phone unless the caller ID says it's someone I know. [or if I'm expecting a call and then I'll brave the unknowns] Cell phones only come up as the number and the city, not a name. I don't know anyone's cell phone number.
This means I do not answer phone calls from cell phones. How freakin' hard is it to understand that?

Apparently this must be damn near impossible to comprehend. If Cass is right and Ari really did disconnect [or let the phone company eat it] her non-cell line, then dude, she has permanently lost all "you never answer when I call" bitching rights. Why? Because cell phones, while shiny and cute and useful when you're bored or swerve off a road to avoid hitting ghost deer and smack into a house instead, have the most annoying numbers EVER. My brain will not hold a number like that when you're just going to change it again soon.

A lot of this anger might be the whole didn't eat much and while yummy, Chex Mix will not really keep you going for an extra five hours. No, seriously, it won't. I know, I try.

Hrmm. I think I'm going to eat the only edible thing left in the house and think of sleep.

Attention! I think the only person [people?] capable of voting have done so, but if not, get your shiny-Pullip loving arse over to

pullip_parade and vote! Vote or... Well. You don't want to know whatever happened to the Cheshire Cat.

2005-01-07

so lay down, the threat is real

a-sneeze!