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it takes my pain away
Aug. 23rd, 2005 05:17 amLet's play the LJ drinking game, imp's friend's list edition. Ready? Okay!
- if someone is bitching on full_size_mcr about how their personal picture is the icon in question!
-- if the above situation involves the friend of the photo-owner.
--- if the above situation dissolves into a fight with people on both sides screaming, "if you didn't want it getting out, don't post it online!" "but it was my own journal/site/special cubby!" "it's still online!"
---- if the picture that started this whole debacle isn't worth the bitching to start with.
- give yourself alcohol poisoning if the picture they're all bitching about is readily found online, despite the owner's wishes.
Actually, that's all I've got right now. The Pullip community is in rare form right now and I don't want to jinx it by mocking past [even if it's just 200 entries ago past] behavior. Ditto Gossip Girl. Charmed, a little less, but enh.
So, the meeting seemed to happen in AIM too, though some people didn't show up. Or maybe there were two? I dunno. About the time it ended, MSN's updates finished. :p
Onward. My day! Without pictures, as I'll be spamming that up in a minute, kay?
Went to the tax dude's place, where I found out he's apparently back from his exile in an attempt to get the friggin' IRS off my parents' back. Yay. If he fails or fucks it up, his kneecaps are mine. As is what's left of his spine. I'm serious. I think I could honestly beat the shit out of him, but I will not dwell on rage. Not right now. No. Then onward to the bank because I couldn't find my stupid wallet which has my ID, and the two stores I really wanted to hit demand I have my ID. Which is good, except I'm one of the only people in this stupid city who spells my name [both] a certain way, and you put them together and it's... annoying. Woe.
So. Onto the music store. It's somehow a little less cool these days, some of the personality has been sucked out. It's weird. Anyway, anytime I walk into a music store, the curse hits. I magically forget every band/artist I like the moment I walk through the door. It's annoying. I can remember certain ones [Tori, Savage Garden, Stabbing Westward] due to years of hunting, but everyone else flies out of my head if I'm not clutching a list. That means hit the used section and see who sparks my memory. Lots of good stuff, and I always get a kick out of the promo CDs that make their way to the stores complete with their, "not for resale!" stickers of doom firmly in place. When I went to see who'd been moved from punk to rock just to confuse the hell out of me when I'm looking for 'em, the power went out. Oops. Took that as a sign not to buy the AFI disc I was eying. Probably for the best since I had six used CDs in my hand at the time, eh? Alas.
decided finally on futures- jimmy eat world, the battle for everything: LE -five for fighting, songs from an american movie volume 1: learning how to smile- everclear.
Mm. Music! I decided to listen to the one of the group I hadn't heard. That'd be futures, btw.
Onward to booksamillion where the revamp makes the place impossible to navigate. Also, I can't help but think having the western books bleed into the teen section is piss poor planning. I was tempted in the magazine section since the new Spin isn't out there yet. New Charmed mag? Mm, maybe. New Angel mag with Seth Green? Oh hell yes! Until I saw some UK mag that had a 'free' DVD with my chemical romance, the used, and some other people I don't know but have heard of. So I bought that instead since I didn't have enough money on me for both. [yes. I bought an overpriced magazine full of bands I don't give a rat's ass about for one, possibly two bands and a dvd with their music videos on it. yes. I know. Total waste of money.]
Ran next door to TRU, admired the Hollywood MS dolls. Ooohed at the Rock Angels Bratz, and died there on the spot when I realized they had the Hollywood outfits. Died. Right. There. Bought Delancey and Nolee's because as pretty as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ghosty4's Chelsea is, I don't have that one, so her outfit is a crapshoot for me. Which means I will now find all the outfits but that one around here for the next forever. Yeah. They had the swapping styles carrying case, and a few new ff stuff. Yay. I didn't look too hard though. Moved to the bratz and swooned all nice and pretty infront of the midnight dance dolls I hadn't seen in person before. Oh.Em. Gee. While I knew I liked at least one from the pictures other people had posted, seeing them in person? Killed me. I was so tempted. But I really want my single and movie next week, so I said no to the pretty bratz, including hollywood dana. hollywood cloe is just a freak.
To the library! Where they've started carrying manga & more graphic novels. Squee! So I snagged Ranma goodness and a few other things and a zillion other books. I then sat down and requestion half a zillion more. It's nice when you find a bunch of books you think look interesting and they're all at the library. :) It makes me wonder if the other libraries have stocked up. If so...
Came home, made sure the DVD worked [woo! all helena, all the time!], napped and then there was the meeting angst. That about sums up the day. Not bad.
No. I'm not cutting this. Sucks to be you, eh?
- if someone is bitching on full_size_mcr about how their personal picture is the icon in question!
-- if the above situation involves the friend of the photo-owner.
--- if the above situation dissolves into a fight with people on both sides screaming, "if you didn't want it getting out, don't post it online!" "but it was my own journal/site/special cubby!" "it's still online!"
---- if the picture that started this whole debacle isn't worth the bitching to start with.
- give yourself alcohol poisoning if the picture they're all bitching about is readily found online, despite the owner's wishes.
Actually, that's all I've got right now. The Pullip community is in rare form right now and I don't want to jinx it by mocking past [even if it's just 200 entries ago past] behavior. Ditto Gossip Girl. Charmed, a little less, but enh.
So, the meeting seemed to happen in AIM too, though some people didn't show up. Or maybe there were two? I dunno. About the time it ended, MSN's updates finished. :p
Onward. My day! Without pictures, as I'll be spamming that up in a minute, kay?
Went to the tax dude's place, where I found out he's apparently back from his exile in an attempt to get the friggin' IRS off my parents' back. Yay. If he fails or fucks it up, his kneecaps are mine. As is what's left of his spine. I'm serious. I think I could honestly beat the shit out of him, but I will not dwell on rage. Not right now. No. Then onward to the bank because I couldn't find my stupid wallet which has my ID, and the two stores I really wanted to hit demand I have my ID. Which is good, except I'm one of the only people in this stupid city who spells my name [both] a certain way, and you put them together and it's... annoying. Woe.
So. Onto the music store. It's somehow a little less cool these days, some of the personality has been sucked out. It's weird. Anyway, anytime I walk into a music store, the curse hits. I magically forget every band/artist I like the moment I walk through the door. It's annoying. I can remember certain ones [Tori, Savage Garden, Stabbing Westward] due to years of hunting, but everyone else flies out of my head if I'm not clutching a list. That means hit the used section and see who sparks my memory. Lots of good stuff, and I always get a kick out of the promo CDs that make their way to the stores complete with their, "not for resale!" stickers of doom firmly in place. When I went to see who'd been moved from punk to rock just to confuse the hell out of me when I'm looking for 'em, the power went out. Oops. Took that as a sign not to buy the AFI disc I was eying. Probably for the best since I had six used CDs in my hand at the time, eh? Alas.
decided finally on futures- jimmy eat world, the battle for everything: LE -five for fighting, songs from an american movie volume 1: learning how to smile- everclear.
Mm. Music! I decided to listen to the one of the group I hadn't heard. That'd be futures, btw.
Onward to booksamillion where the revamp makes the place impossible to navigate. Also, I can't help but think having the western books bleed into the teen section is piss poor planning. I was tempted in the magazine section since the new Spin isn't out there yet. New Charmed mag? Mm, maybe. New Angel mag with Seth Green? Oh hell yes! Until I saw some UK mag that had a 'free' DVD with my chemical romance, the used, and some other people I don't know but have heard of. So I bought that instead since I didn't have enough money on me for both. [yes. I bought an overpriced magazine full of bands I don't give a rat's ass about for one, possibly two bands and a dvd with their music videos on it. yes. I know. Total waste of money.]
Ran next door to TRU, admired the Hollywood MS dolls. Ooohed at the Rock Angels Bratz, and died there on the spot when I realized they had the Hollywood outfits. Died. Right. There. Bought Delancey and Nolee's because as pretty as
ghosty4's Chelsea is, I don't have that one, so her outfit is a crapshoot for me. Which means I will now find all the outfits but that one around here for the next forever. Yeah. They had the swapping styles carrying case, and a few new ff stuff. Yay. I didn't look too hard though. Moved to the bratz and swooned all nice and pretty infront of the midnight dance dolls I hadn't seen in person before. Oh.Em. Gee. While I knew I liked at least one from the pictures other people had posted, seeing them in person? Killed me. I was so tempted. But I really want my single and movie next week, so I said no to the pretty bratz, including hollywood dana. hollywood cloe is just a freak. To the library! Where they've started carrying manga & more graphic novels. Squee! So I snagged Ranma goodness and a few other things and a zillion other books. I then sat down and requestion half a zillion more. It's nice when you find a bunch of books you think look interesting and they're all at the library. :) It makes me wonder if the other libraries have stocked up. If so...
Came home, made sure the DVD worked [woo! all helena, all the time!], napped and then there was the meeting angst. That about sums up the day. Not bad.
No. I'm not cutting this. Sucks to be you, eh?
