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Apr. 7th, 2007 10:21 amGods of the mail, where in the blue hell are my dolly wigs? I am not a patient sort. Really.
Won't be on too much longer because I'm jinxing things left, right, and center this morning. Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is to take the one roll of register tape/paper, and run from one register to another with it in tow because one of the registers died, but you like that one best, so when it screams as it comes back to like, you have to run and shove the paper back where it belongs? More annoying than that description.
I think I'll go slink off to read the newest A-List novel, debox the newest Pullip, and possibly die. [new shoes are lovely to look at, but a special slice of hell to deal with]
Oh, and laundry. Meh. Laundry. MEH.
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Won't be on too much longer because I'm jinxing things left, right, and center this morning. Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is to take the one roll of register tape/paper, and run from one register to another with it in tow because one of the registers died, but you like that one best, so when it screams as it comes back to like, you have to run and shove the paper back where it belongs? More annoying than that description.
I think I'll go slink off to read the newest A-List novel, debox the newest Pullip, and possibly die. [new shoes are lovely to look at, but a special slice of hell to deal with]
Oh, and laundry. Meh. Laundry. MEH.
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