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For some reason being chained to the register from 12-8 is worse than 10-6. I don't know why, maybe because 12 means it's usually just me.
I think I will spend the next few hours crying over spilled cherry coke. See, normally it's kinda blah, but I like it enough that when i indulge my sonic needs, I get it. Today? It was so good it hurt, so naturally as I was walking up the stairs, the damn thing's lid popped off, it fell to the stairs and poured ice cold drink all over the steps and my feet and all I could do was cry.
[doll rant of the mini persuasion] If any of the four people who seem to do nothing but sell their dolls on the various pullip communities posts again, I swear I won't be held accountable for my actions. We're not talking the people whose car dies and they sell their collection, or even the people who realize they want some other doll more than the entirety of their Pullip army. No, I'm talking about the people who seem to buy a doll, play with her for a week, then turn around and bug the fucking hell out of me by selling them. Congrats, you lot have proven to be annoying and I'm coming over and taking your dolls. payment will be in the form of my baseball bat marrying your kneecaps in eternal agony.
[note I don't know how many people actually do this, but it seems to be a fairly small number, and I swear it sometimes seems as if it's the same people over and over and over, and by the fifth doll it's really annoying for some reason.]
my cherry coke spilled. ;_;
edit: aaaaaaauuuuugh! you! you in the corner not reading this! you are totally incapable of buying anything and holding onto it! i'm tired of your posts litering my friends page because you're selling nine billion things! I don't care how nice you might be, stop it! die!
I think I will spend the next few hours crying over spilled cherry coke. See, normally it's kinda blah, but I like it enough that when i indulge my sonic needs, I get it. Today? It was so good it hurt, so naturally as I was walking up the stairs, the damn thing's lid popped off, it fell to the stairs and poured ice cold drink all over the steps and my feet and all I could do was cry.
[doll rant of the mini persuasion] If any of the four people who seem to do nothing but sell their dolls on the various pullip communities posts again, I swear I won't be held accountable for my actions. We're not talking the people whose car dies and they sell their collection, or even the people who realize they want some other doll more than the entirety of their Pullip army. No, I'm talking about the people who seem to buy a doll, play with her for a week, then turn around and bug the fucking hell out of me by selling them. Congrats, you lot have proven to be annoying and I'm coming over and taking your dolls. payment will be in the form of my baseball bat marrying your kneecaps in eternal agony.
[note I don't know how many people actually do this, but it seems to be a fairly small number, and I swear it sometimes seems as if it's the same people over and over and over, and by the fifth doll it's really annoying for some reason.]
my cherry coke spilled. ;_;
edit: aaaaaaauuuuugh! you! you in the corner not reading this! you are totally incapable of buying anything and holding onto it! i'm tired of your posts litering my friends page because you're selling nine billion things! I don't care how nice you might be, stop it! die!
