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I dislike it when life throws me curve balls. I truly do. But I will not bitch because it's not necessarily my life with the kidney punches and whatnot. I just... wake up and hear about them.
I should go clean. But by saying that, I've taken all likelihood of that happening and killed it dead. Deader than dead. Which reminds me! Apparently there was a plague of termites or something similar at work Saturday night. I came in to work and the outside lights were off, which used to happen all the time a few years ago. Since the door opened and no one said anything about it, I just went with it. I asked a little later and was told that earlier in the evening the lights were beckoning to the bug army and that once they turned the lights off, the bug army died/went away. I didn't think too much about it until I had to vacuum [using the absolute worst vacuum I've ever used in my life. I hate this thing. I don't care how awesome it is supposed to be. In reality it does not do what a vacuum should. Namely, suck.] and I was vacuuming the mats near the door and I looked and saw this pile of bugs between the security gates and the windows. Ick! Then, later, when I pointed out that since our vacuum lacks attachments, I was unable to suck up the corpses, we went outside and the lights had been switched back on and we noticed the entire front walk to the store was coated in the bugs. Double ick! Annnnnd that's when I noticed there were bugs stuck to the various doors and windows and I think some of them were new. It was not pleasant.
God, I hate it when people insult me and don't even seem to realize that they're doing it when I'm around. I'd link, but it's someone else's LJ and locked and also not worth the price of admission, so that's why I'm not tapping them on the shoulder to say, "oi, excuse me?" Instead, I flicked off the computer [Kid Sister knows I love her and that it was meant for someone else] and went about my morning. Okay, fine, and I mentioned it here. But hey, that is what the LJ is for. Bitching. Or sharing. Sharing the bitching? Sometimes these things are worth it but usually not.
Oddly enough, this means I'm definitely past that point where I need people, all people, to like me. Which you know is never going to happen, and most people have lost that need by now, but still. I suspected it was gone before and now we know. This makes me feel like celebrating.
I tried calling J and the phone number wasn't... hers, I guess? Or maybe it was, and the guy who answered just didn't think enough to say, "Hey, wait, she's right here." So, I guess I have to write or see if I can con a ride over there to see how she's doing. I worry. In fact, I do most of my worrying about other people. Except my momentary panic when I'm sure I'm dying of something other than life in general. But then that passes and the world... is right again.
Later, if the gods smile upon me, we'll picspam this place up with Clarity and Lizbel and thoughts on the Type 4 Pullip body. Mostly I am in favor, which is odd since it is even skinnier and that's not really my thing, but the hands? Ooh, no. Someone did not think that part through. Or maybe I just got a dud? Which is possible. She's pretty in either case, and I love her to bits.
I should go clean. But by saying that, I've taken all likelihood of that happening and killed it dead. Deader than dead. Which reminds me! Apparently there was a plague of termites or something similar at work Saturday night. I came in to work and the outside lights were off, which used to happen all the time a few years ago. Since the door opened and no one said anything about it, I just went with it. I asked a little later and was told that earlier in the evening the lights were beckoning to the bug army and that once they turned the lights off, the bug army died/went away. I didn't think too much about it until I had to vacuum [using the absolute worst vacuum I've ever used in my life. I hate this thing. I don't care how awesome it is supposed to be. In reality it does not do what a vacuum should. Namely, suck.] and I was vacuuming the mats near the door and I looked and saw this pile of bugs between the security gates and the windows. Ick! Then, later, when I pointed out that since our vacuum lacks attachments, I was unable to suck up the corpses, we went outside and the lights had been switched back on and we noticed the entire front walk to the store was coated in the bugs. Double ick! Annnnnd that's when I noticed there were bugs stuck to the various doors and windows and I think some of them were new. It was not pleasant.
God, I hate it when people insult me and don't even seem to realize that they're doing it when I'm around. I'd link, but it's someone else's LJ and locked and also not worth the price of admission, so that's why I'm not tapping them on the shoulder to say, "oi, excuse me?" Instead, I flicked off the computer [Kid Sister knows I love her and that it was meant for someone else] and went about my morning. Okay, fine, and I mentioned it here. But hey, that is what the LJ is for. Bitching. Or sharing. Sharing the bitching? Sometimes these things are worth it but usually not.
Oddly enough, this means I'm definitely past that point where I need people, all people, to like me. Which you know is never going to happen, and most people have lost that need by now, but still. I suspected it was gone before and now we know. This makes me feel like celebrating.
I tried calling J and the phone number wasn't... hers, I guess? Or maybe it was, and the guy who answered just didn't think enough to say, "Hey, wait, she's right here." So, I guess I have to write or see if I can con a ride over there to see how she's doing. I worry. In fact, I do most of my worrying about other people. Except my momentary panic when I'm sure I'm dying of something other than life in general. But then that passes and the world... is right again.
Later, if the gods smile upon me, we'll picspam this place up with Clarity and Lizbel and thoughts on the Type 4 Pullip body. Mostly I am in favor, which is odd since it is even skinnier and that's not really my thing, but the hands? Ooh, no. Someone did not think that part through. Or maybe I just got a dud? Which is possible. She's pretty in either case, and I love her to bits.