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I'm thinking war paint.
Jun. 5th, 2009 12:40 pmEgads, Brain. I might've finally, finally, finally gone and gotten some LJ drama cred. Okay, fine, really I think it was directed a little more towards someone else, but I got a little thrown my way, too! I'm so excited. I feel like one of those really annoying little pigtailed blonds you always see in cartoons, hopping up and down excitedly, squee-ing the whole damn time? That's me. Purple ribbons on those pigtails, please. I've only been waiting... Christ, I don't know how long. I just don't even know.
[If you are confused: Drama at a doll board. SURPRISED? I thought not. Barbie though, not one of the others. I know, right?] I'm trying to decide where the line between venting and actually playing into the theory that OMG, gossip is happening exists. War was declared, though. War. I'm thinking war paint would be nice. The Nolee army needs something to do this weekend. Maybe a trip to Big Lots to see if the Delancey army can grow in any considerable number?
See? I suck at the drama. I can't even keep on topic long enough for that. Or, maybe it's simply that I'm tired and old and cranky. But it could also be that line. So, if you showed up for the drama, sorry to disappoint.
Nine billion years later, we wish an exceptionally happy and belated birthday to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zallia. It was one of those, "I shall comment! I will! I will... I... got sucked into a time vortex. Wait, did I post? Did I say anything? Of course I did. Right? No? ...oh shit." types of things. And now you know how my brain works. Fear me?
Or distract me with shiny things. Whichever.
So tired. That extra hour at work will suck your soul away. If my ride hadn't been scheduled at 8 and I hadn't needed to hit the bank, I would've left when they offered me the chance at 7. As it was, I was kicking myself massively for that the next hour. I yawned so much I feared my jaw would unhinge. However, good paycheck. :D I can replace my savings from last time and STILL buy something shiny if I want.
*yawns* I want a shiny but I do not know what sort of shiny I want. Ain't that just the way?
[If you are confused: Drama at a doll board. SURPRISED? I thought not. Barbie though, not one of the others. I know, right?] I'm trying to decide where the line between venting and actually playing into the theory that OMG, gossip is happening exists. War was declared, though. War. I'm thinking war paint would be nice. The Nolee army needs something to do this weekend. Maybe a trip to Big Lots to see if the Delancey army can grow in any considerable number?
See? I suck at the drama. I can't even keep on topic long enough for that. Or, maybe it's simply that I'm tired and old and cranky. But it could also be that line. So, if you showed up for the drama, sorry to disappoint.
Nine billion years later, we wish an exceptionally happy and belated birthday to
zallia. It was one of those, "I shall comment! I will! I will... I... got sucked into a time vortex. Wait, did I post? Did I say anything? Of course I did. Right? No? ...oh shit." types of things. And now you know how my brain works. Fear me?Or distract me with shiny things. Whichever.
So tired. That extra hour at work will suck your soul away. If my ride hadn't been scheduled at 8 and I hadn't needed to hit the bank, I would've left when they offered me the chance at 7. As it was, I was kicking myself massively for that the next hour. I yawned so much I feared my jaw would unhinge. However, good paycheck. :D I can replace my savings from last time and STILL buy something shiny if I want.
*yawns* I want a shiny but I do not know what sort of shiny I want. Ain't that just the way?
