Cereal Fans. Tee.

If you look closely enough, you'll see me crawling out of my skin any second now. I don't know why, other than being beyond ticked with customer service and more than a little miffed that people keep asking me the same questions over and over. They keep getting the same answer and it's not like I can change that answer anytime soon, yet they-keep-asking.
To be clear, no, I do not know if Ryan is even showing up this weekend, so no, I really do not know *when* he's showing up either. I also do not know if Cass is planning anything to fix the phones or if they've gone into the great beyond, as I have no way to get ahold of her and she bailed last weekend, which means I haven't seen her since Christmas. So stop asking! And for the love of Holly, would everyone stop asking me the Ryan one back-to-back? I'm going to start handing out knives and other pointy things so they can properly gouge my heart and other fun insides out. Maybe someone will make a nice pattern.
In a semi related sort of vein, I think I need a plushie with stictches where the heart has been ripped out. Yes.

I was supposed to go to lunch with Ari today. I'm not sure that's going to happen simply because I haven't heard jack from her all week. Which would be only slightly vexing if it were just lunch between friends, although we never do that, but it's not. This is my do over for the bridesmaid luncheon that no one fucking told me about until two days later.

Indeed.

I'll switch gears to something that cheered me up a bit. I finally [finally] saw the video for Famous Last Words and it was awesome. Thing is, not so awesome as either Helena or I'm Not Okay. But a good video in it's own way, although the majority of that is owed to the odd faces Gerard makes throughout the whole thing. The fact that said vid damn near killed them is just fun backstory that makes me long for the days of pop up video. Also got it on tape, so yay. Then it was followed by Lithium, which is now also on tape. Best of all, it's on a tape I'd expect to find them on at a later date.

So. Customer Service = bitches. Bitches one and all. If you're CS and bothered by the bitches thing, assume you're the good kind, and if you don't believe there is such a thing, I suggest you smack yourself around a bit. You'll feel better.
The 9th, I ordered some stuff [fine, two bras] figuring at least one of them would not play peek-a-boo with my dress on Saturday. I even ponied up for the extra shipping that requires a kidney. I did not shell out for the heart and lung next day thing. Good thing since apparently the jackass who did the shipping seemed to think I was just giving them the extra money and they'd send it normally. Via the USPS, which has the worst online tracking EVER. Which didn't mean jack since I never got a tracking number for this stupid thing. Which I was fine with until Monday came and went, no shiny. But I figured oi, tis a holiday and everyone knows the USPS likes to take every holiday known to man and party them up. Peachy.
Tuesday comes. Tuesday goes. Grr. But it was short day, so I didn't have time to take someone's spleen.
Wednesday comes. Wednesday goes. However, I was busy trying not to TMI, really so again, I figured this morning I'd rip a spleen and a liver out. Only their website is a pain in the arse to get around when you're good and ticked. [Later it was much easier. Raaaaaage.] So I gather the important info and pawn the whole calling in an indignant rage thing off on Mom. In the last six months or so, everyone under the damn sun has made it quite clear that I sound far too cute to give good bitch. Unless you know me. And then you still seem to think you'll get away with shit. But I digress.
Mumsy calls. CS isn't answering, so she ends up with Maria, who doesn't speak-zee-English-clear and is all too happy to transfer Mumsy elsewhere. Back to CS, I believe. Where again, nada. Somehow she ends up with Yvone, who is a bitch and half of the non fun persuasion. Yay. She basically gives nothing but attitude and eventually a tracking number, along with the, "Well we sent it the 10th, so there ain't jack we're gonna do about it."

Mmmhmm. So I use said tracking number and it was shipped the 13th and their tracking stalled out the 16th. Eventually Mumsy finds someone who says, "yeah, with all those numbers, that was shipped the normal/bulk rate. Yeah, they royally screwed you and you might want to see about that." In theory it could arrive today or it could just never, ever show up.

Either way, I'm pissed.

On the other hand, before tmi yesterday, Mumsy went looking for shoes. And when I grew tired of her endless search for glorified flats, I wandered over the 11s [shutup] and behold. Shoes that fit and weren't all horribly ugly. So I bought a pair and I'm seriously considering the blue ones if they're still there tomorrow. I don't know why, as I'll never have a place to wear them... but they were shiny. And blue.

The Haute Doll Pullip looks like one of the Chipmunks. Or possibly the Chipettes. Is that how they're spelled? If not, pretend it is, as I can barely spell normal words.

I'm off as the boy wishes to, y'know, procure drugs or whores or something along those lines.