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In your eyes I am complete
Mar. 27th, 2006 06:08 am[bitch] Aren't there coms for selling your Pullip junk stuff? Weren't they created so I wouldn't have my eyes bleed every fifteen seconds at another FS post? Or am I reimagining history again? It's okay if that's what it is. I'm good at it. [/bitch]
Cold again. It's just wrong that it's so sunny at 6AM. *sighs* So very, very wrong. I'm pretty sure this violates the laws of nature. If not, well, it should.
Yesterday was pretty much a waste. I tried to sleep, only the nephew kept visiting me. I tried vegging in front of the TV, but an edited version of Bring It On is only so good, and I kept hitting the channel button and ending up on some Beyonce special and thinking, "Why do I dislike you so? Other than your inability to put a sentence together without sounding like your brain is working overtime, I mean." So then I'd flip it over to VH1, where I kept hoping it would be an interesting toy on their Toy countdown thing. Which then prompted me to wonder why the HELL VH1 was counting down toys, and why they continue to employ MIB, considering he's no longer half as funny as he used to be, and seems to exist soley for the others to interact with, or be extremely angry. Is it guy humor?
But the biggest chunk of my day went to trying to not have my head explode. First because someone kept complaining about their weekend and how boring it was, and how lonely they were, and then had a list of people who called or visited in some way. And all I could think was that her worst weekend is pretty much better than most of my pretty good weekends. Which ticked me off, and then I felt bad if I said anything overly bitchy, and then I was mad again because she knows full well I do nothing on my weekends, so why the fuck couldn't she shut the hell up. *head desk*
The second portion was when I realized I would get no sleep and BiO was only so amusing and I was starving, but, alas, no food. And then my brother brought home food for himself and the Widge. Possibly dad too, I don't know. I couldn't really bitch since I don't buy the boy food, but I was hungry, dammit. When I'm hungry, I get very bitchy. VERY. So add that to the Cass induced funk and I was just not a happy camper.
Today? Probably won't be a hell of a lot better, but I'm going to try.
I think I'm also going to re-do one of my booklists again. *happy book geek*
Anyone know when Holly & the mini Cosmics are released?
Cold again. It's just wrong that it's so sunny at 6AM. *sighs* So very, very wrong. I'm pretty sure this violates the laws of nature. If not, well, it should.
Yesterday was pretty much a waste. I tried to sleep, only the nephew kept visiting me. I tried vegging in front of the TV, but an edited version of Bring It On is only so good, and I kept hitting the channel button and ending up on some Beyonce special and thinking, "Why do I dislike you so? Other than your inability to put a sentence together without sounding like your brain is working overtime, I mean." So then I'd flip it over to VH1, where I kept hoping it would be an interesting toy on their Toy countdown thing. Which then prompted me to wonder why the HELL VH1 was counting down toys, and why they continue to employ MIB, considering he's no longer half as funny as he used to be, and seems to exist soley for the others to interact with, or be extremely angry. Is it guy humor?
But the biggest chunk of my day went to trying to not have my head explode. First because someone kept complaining about their weekend and how boring it was, and how lonely they were, and then had a list of people who called or visited in some way. And all I could think was that her worst weekend is pretty much better than most of my pretty good weekends. Which ticked me off, and then I felt bad if I said anything overly bitchy, and then I was mad again because she knows full well I do nothing on my weekends, so why the fuck couldn't she shut the hell up. *head desk*
The second portion was when I realized I would get no sleep and BiO was only so amusing and I was starving, but, alas, no food. And then my brother brought home food for himself and the Widge. Possibly dad too, I don't know. I couldn't really bitch since I don't buy the boy food, but I was hungry, dammit. When I'm hungry, I get very bitchy. VERY. So add that to the Cass induced funk and I was just not a happy camper.
Today? Probably won't be a hell of a lot better, but I'm going to try.
I think I'm also going to re-do one of my booklists again. *happy book geek*
Anyone know when Holly & the mini Cosmics are released?
