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I complain so therefor I am
Jan. 25th, 2010 03:09 amToday I shall venture out into the world and buy... a new litter box. I seem to have misplaced our backup one for when you need to scrub down litterbox one. My cat is singing to me and not in an "I love you, person of mine" sort of way. Nor is she singing in an "I love you, person of mine, but if you do not feed me I will rip your face off. Right. NOW!" way. It's the, "You're a lazy, good for nothing waste of space and I want my fresh and clean box NOW!" sort of reow. Aw, kitty. First thing in the morning I'll buy you an overpriced plastic box of plastic and get to work on it.
And I'll buy that damned coaxial cable and quite probably ink for the computer since Mum's plan of refilling the ink cartridges seems to have failed. The new color one will not let the yellow fly free and the printer keeps screaming that the black one is empty. Grrr. Argh.
The storm munchkin spent all day waiting in fear for hit at midnight. Figures.
Hungry. The problem with buying other people pizza is that I... do not like other people's choices in pizza. Munchkin? Likes pepperoni. Which I used to love until that one unfortunate incident wherein I learned that I get dizzy really, really easily, and bad things happen when you want really bad Sci-Fi where things spin. Very, very bad things. Meh.
Mums? Likes veggies. Me? I believe vegetables are quite possibly a tool of the devil. I know I lack proof in any concrete sort of way, but still, I believe it's a viable possibility. Anyway, usually I bypass this with the knowledge that Mums will eat most kinds of pizza, but every so often I like to get her a pizza she actually loves. Not often, but occasionally.
In return I got tacos, but not yummy tacos. Tacos with no love involved in the process whatsoever. There's a difference, man. And that difference means that one involves me choking and the other leaves me not half dead. Half dead in exchange for pizza. I mean really.
*grumbles* I'm hungry, they hit me up for money and still didn't buy a damn thing I would consider actual food. What. The. Bleeding. Fuck.
DAMMIT.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to see if I can find something semi-edible and then I'm off to clean.
...Hail! I believe I hear hail! *runs and hide* And, thanks to a loverly catch on ebay, I can scratch one more thing off my list of things to buy at a later date. Woo. Anyway. HAIL!
And I'll buy that damned coaxial cable and quite probably ink for the computer since Mum's plan of refilling the ink cartridges seems to have failed. The new color one will not let the yellow fly free and the printer keeps screaming that the black one is empty. Grrr. Argh.
The storm munchkin spent all day waiting in fear for hit at midnight. Figures.
Hungry. The problem with buying other people pizza is that I... do not like other people's choices in pizza. Munchkin? Likes pepperoni. Which I used to love until that one unfortunate incident wherein I learned that I get dizzy really, really easily, and bad things happen when you want really bad Sci-Fi where things spin. Very, very bad things. Meh.
Mums? Likes veggies. Me? I believe vegetables are quite possibly a tool of the devil. I know I lack proof in any concrete sort of way, but still, I believe it's a viable possibility. Anyway, usually I bypass this with the knowledge that Mums will eat most kinds of pizza, but every so often I like to get her a pizza she actually loves. Not often, but occasionally.
In return I got tacos, but not yummy tacos. Tacos with no love involved in the process whatsoever. There's a difference, man. And that difference means that one involves me choking and the other leaves me not half dead. Half dead in exchange for pizza. I mean really.
*grumbles* I'm hungry, they hit me up for money and still didn't buy a damn thing I would consider actual food. What. The. Bleeding. Fuck.
DAMMIT.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to see if I can find something semi-edible and then I'm off to clean.
...Hail! I believe I hear hail! *runs and hide* And, thanks to a loverly catch on ebay, I can scratch one more thing off my list of things to buy at a later date. Woo. Anyway. HAIL!