My fingers are tiny blocks of ice. Yay!

Today must be a good day. It must be so good that even with a jinx like that, it has to remain good. Not only did I get off work a smidge early [but not so early that it should fuck with my paycheck in any way] but while there the Christmas music gave way to two SG songs. One Savage Garden, the next Spice Girls. My 90's me was very happy. It's also really, really chilly today. If I didn't work at 10, I would so be out there reading. Or doing nothing at all, just enjoying the fact that it's really frickin' cold. :D

Also, today brings us this important message:
Happy Birthday, agent_alpo! May the day not suck. Also, shiny things are always nice. :D

43!

And today's that was weird moment: In zee novel that no one shall ever read the entirety of unless I'm dead or really, really drunk [one would have to start with drunk first, so I figure I'm safe on that front. Death is out of my hands.] there's a flashback of sorts to the night one of the characters finds out his best friend [at the time] killed someone and then, you know, hacked that person up. As I'm going about my business, I start thinking about this one movie I saw part of before I got too grossed out and said, "I love you, Michael Pitt, but this love isn't enough to watch you murder yet another person." Or, actually I think it was more like I thought I would hurl, so I turned the TV off and tried to sleep. That movie was Bully. I've mostly forgotten a lot about it, but when thinking fucked up deaths, it sort of floats around in the back of my head.

Ryan pops online for all of two seconds and asks if I've ever seen Bully. I didn't remember the name of zee movie so I said I dunno, what's it about? And yes, same movie I was just thinking about.

The world, she is mysterious.