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again with the chapped lips
Sep. 12th, 2006 05:45 amDear LKH,
If you would kindly please shut the hell up, the rest of us would appreciate it. You complain of the less than happy overtones of the days surrounding 9/11 and encourage people to basically STFU.
Might I direct you to any given Anita or Merry book, or pretty much every other entry on your blog where you whine for hours [I think the total combined time has actually clocked in at years now] about your mother's death. Now, I'm no super genius here, but if your mother's death has so severely stunted your emotional growth that you are still bitching as if it happened yesterday when infact it happened when you were a child [and despite your spelling errors and total leaps in "logic" you are technically an adult...] people who lost their loved ones or sense of security less than a decade ago are entitled to grieve or remember however the blue hell they want to do so.
If you would like to trade stories of anniversary mournings, ( We can play that game too... )
Yesterday I braved the world. Hit Tuesday Morning where they had little of general interest. Stopped myself from buying glasswear just because it was there and pretty. *sigh* Next I braved Party City hoping inspiration would strike for the party of DOOM. Not really, no. Originally the plan was to buy stuff as say fuckit if they didn't like it. But there was nothing that screamed "buy me immediately!" And since they're hard at work building a Best Buy on the ashes of my childhood TRU and people kept disappearing up ladders into the roof, I figured I'd leave before my head exploded.
My weekly trip to BAM yielded a copy of Entertainment Weekly but nothing more. Most disappointing was the run in to World Market. Usually they've got something I have to buy, but I couldn't find anything to justify buying an overpriced [but yummy scented] candle. However, Target saved me. Or doomed me, if you're thinking of spending money.
Went in to snag Gilmore Girls S3 and did. Was distracted by the music DVDs and ended up with a James Blunt one. I wandered to the Halloween section where I was promptly chased off by these very loud, bitchy women who seemed to have no grasp on the concept of not yelling when the other person is less than two feet away. I resisted the urge to kick them in the shins because they were in the candy section and I'm actually not that big on candy lately. Toys! Nothing of great interest... except Barbie corsety type thing. Which is mine! Muhahaha! And then I waited ages for Mumsy to find me. Ages. By this time I was alternately sweating and then freezing and hungry as hell. No sign of the woman. So I headed back to the DVDs and was tempted by the thought of GG S4 as well. I picked it up, found Mumsy who was also dying, and promised I'd return on payday for S5 if it was still there. Mmmm. Gilmores!
That was my day. Thrilled to know, arentcha?
*yawns* I slept entirely too long tonight, but I kept drifting back to sleep. I think the cat knew it would happen, and that's why she stayed curled up next to me. Yay for kitty?
Finished my A-List book from TS Sunday, and it was sooooo good. :D I still think Cammie's a whore, Anna's entirely too perfect [even her imperfections are perfect, meh!] most of the time, Dee's weird, but I love Sam. And overall it works. Now I'm racing through the Gossip Girl book. Which I think I shall go continue to do.
*hugs to those who need hugs, even if they don't admit that they do* Toys, books, and total geekdom to those who'd prefer that as well.
If you would kindly please shut the hell up, the rest of us would appreciate it. You complain of the less than happy overtones of the days surrounding 9/11 and encourage people to basically STFU.
Might I direct you to any given Anita or Merry book, or pretty much every other entry on your blog where you whine for hours [I think the total combined time has actually clocked in at years now] about your mother's death. Now, I'm no super genius here, but if your mother's death has so severely stunted your emotional growth that you are still bitching as if it happened yesterday when infact it happened when you were a child [and despite your spelling errors and total leaps in "logic" you are technically an adult...] people who lost their loved ones or sense of security less than a decade ago are entitled to grieve or remember however the blue hell they want to do so.
If you would like to trade stories of anniversary mournings, ( We can play that game too... )
Yesterday I braved the world. Hit Tuesday Morning where they had little of general interest. Stopped myself from buying glasswear just because it was there and pretty. *sigh* Next I braved Party City hoping inspiration would strike for the party of DOOM. Not really, no. Originally the plan was to buy stuff as say fuckit if they didn't like it. But there was nothing that screamed "buy me immediately!" And since they're hard at work building a Best Buy on the ashes of my childhood TRU and people kept disappearing up ladders into the roof, I figured I'd leave before my head exploded.
My weekly trip to BAM yielded a copy of Entertainment Weekly but nothing more. Most disappointing was the run in to World Market. Usually they've got something I have to buy, but I couldn't find anything to justify buying an overpriced [but yummy scented] candle. However, Target saved me. Or doomed me, if you're thinking of spending money.
Went in to snag Gilmore Girls S3 and did. Was distracted by the music DVDs and ended up with a James Blunt one. I wandered to the Halloween section where I was promptly chased off by these very loud, bitchy women who seemed to have no grasp on the concept of not yelling when the other person is less than two feet away. I resisted the urge to kick them in the shins because they were in the candy section and I'm actually not that big on candy lately. Toys! Nothing of great interest... except Barbie corsety type thing. Which is mine! Muhahaha! And then I waited ages for Mumsy to find me. Ages. By this time I was alternately sweating and then freezing and hungry as hell. No sign of the woman. So I headed back to the DVDs and was tempted by the thought of GG S4 as well. I picked it up, found Mumsy who was also dying, and promised I'd return on payday for S5 if it was still there. Mmmm. Gilmores!
That was my day. Thrilled to know, arentcha?
*yawns* I slept entirely too long tonight, but I kept drifting back to sleep. I think the cat knew it would happen, and that's why she stayed curled up next to me. Yay for kitty?
Finished my A-List book from TS Sunday, and it was sooooo good. :D I still think Cammie's a whore, Anna's entirely too perfect [even her imperfections are perfect, meh!] most of the time, Dee's weird, but I love Sam. And overall it works. Now I'm racing through the Gossip Girl book. Which I think I shall go continue to do.
*hugs to those who need hugs, even if they don't admit that they do* Toys, books, and total geekdom to those who'd prefer that as well.
