Uh, what now?

Where oh where are my rubber gloves? I need to buy a gazillion of them when they next go on sale and I have money because I always, always, always lose them. And this morning I need to make a pie for one of the people I like at work [she asked me to, and it's fairly simple, so I said sure] so I can leave it in the fridge for her tonight. Naturally, none of the dishes I really need to work this magic are clean. I could work with that, maybe if not for the fact that for once I have nails again [well, except my middle fingers. :P] aaaaaand the fact that the disposal is backed up so there's a foot of water in the sink and it's so, so, so gross. Do I sound girlie enough with the "eww!" effect? Because it's disgusting.

Got into a discussion yesterday with Ryan over writing, particularly mine, and he has no idea how close he came to getting backhanded. For someone who has known me as long as he has, he's pretty much paid no attention whatsoever to anything I write, but suddenly he's got an opinion to share on me not trying hard enough? [I don't. I fully admit that.] Uh, no. See, you get lots of rights, dude, but that is not one of them. Also, we don't mention that which came before since kid sister will not read more than half of those files. The headache and need to punch someone until they bleed do not make for a happy me right before bed.

Then again, neither does Cass flailing about like, "why is everyone mad at me for inviting my father to my 'wedding', but none of the rest of my family?" Well, duh, dumb ass, why would they be? G'ah! The truly infuriating bit of this is how they found out. They hacked her myspace account. So the first thing I ask is, "Well, was your password easy?" I made it clear that I wasn't saying they were in the right, I was just curious.

Yes. Yes it was. I cannot believe she thought that would be difficult for anyone in her immediate family or friend circle to guess. Seriously, it's like Ari's ex who used to use his cat's name for all his passwords and I'm sure he was surprised when, after their breakup, she'd still be able to check his email. Gasp! People, they hurt my head. They really do.

Of course, part of the mood might be the whole PMS factor. Yes.

Minimal dishes and pie! Back later.

eta The pie, she is done. It's actually relatively pretty. Usually my baking/cooking efforts sort of mirror Usagi and Chibiusa in the SuperS movie where Usagi's look better, but taste like crap, and Chibiusa's look like crap but taste good.

I won't know for sure until I gift it to her, but I think this time it wins pretty and yummy. Yay!