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Oh. My. God. Jakealiscious, I know you've got a perfectly reasonable excuse, but I'm ignoring it anyway. Why didn't you [or anyone else for that matter] tell me that we'd hit a whole new low in the world of stupid jewelry? Come on, mood-crucifixes? Who the hell buys a mood crucifix as anything other than an object to mock? Okay, it's not exactly a mood ring-type so much as this: Put the cross around your neck and a crucifed Jesus will appear! The absolute latest in creepy fashion! It's wrong. Wrong, I tell you.
Onward. Yesterday I had to shell out 90 bucks to fix the computer. Something about [computer junkies who actually pay attention to their computers and know things of the technical persuasion please prepare yourselves...] the power... source. Or something. I really didn't pay attention. I was too busy trying not to smash something with a sledgehammer we don't own anymore [you can break a sledgehammer. Will wonders never cease?] and then being amazed that there are places that actually look at your computer and then fix it without waiting for the next presidential election to happen first. [I cannot properly express the shock.]
Another thing of notice. My cellphone came in yesterday. Sometime right before dinner, Ariwoo dropped it off. Cass had already pre-programed it with her number, Ari's number, Derrick's number [your eyes are all crossing, aren't they since none of these names are yours...] Matt's number, and Ryan's number. Of those, only Ryan's isn't free for me to talk to. I think. Score. Anyway. -insert plug if you're one of those who feels cheated at not having had me either stalk you/or you haven't stalked properly yet-
Back to the computer. This means, you know, that I couldn't stalk or be stalked on the one day I'd set aside for such things. RAR!
Kay. If you need me, holler. Not holla, because I'll just have to go and find a sledgehammer and beat you with it.
mmmm. everclear. Note to self. CD binge on everclear. you'll thank yourself.
Now, if I could stop nearly bursting into tears every fifteen seconds, I'd be wonderful.
you can be with me...
Onward. Yesterday I had to shell out 90 bucks to fix the computer. Something about [computer junkies who actually pay attention to their computers and know things of the technical persuasion please prepare yourselves...] the power... source. Or something. I really didn't pay attention. I was too busy trying not to smash something with a sledgehammer we don't own anymore [you can break a sledgehammer. Will wonders never cease?] and then being amazed that there are places that actually look at your computer and then fix it without waiting for the next presidential election to happen first. [I cannot properly express the shock.]
Another thing of notice. My cellphone came in yesterday. Sometime right before dinner, Ariwoo dropped it off. Cass had already pre-programed it with her number, Ari's number, Derrick's number [your eyes are all crossing, aren't they since none of these names are yours...] Matt's number, and Ryan's number. Of those, only Ryan's isn't free for me to talk to. I think. Score. Anyway. -insert plug if you're one of those who feels cheated at not having had me either stalk you/or you haven't stalked properly yet-
Back to the computer. This means, you know, that I couldn't stalk or be stalked on the one day I'd set aside for such things. RAR!
Kay. If you need me, holler. Not holla, because I'll just have to go and find a sledgehammer and beat you with it.
mmmm. everclear. Note to self. CD binge on everclear. you'll thank yourself.
Now, if I could stop nearly bursting into tears every fifteen seconds, I'd be wonderful.
you can be with me...
