What fresh fuckery is this?

Some days you just can't win, at least not all the battles you happen to fight. My computer isn't making me want to punch things, so I guess I'm ahead there. But everywhere else? Not so much.

My hunt for Clawdeen has yielded no luck. The Dawn of the Dance dolls? Also no luck other than Frankie from Mattel, which I went ahead and caved even though she was last on my list. I'm miffed, so if you happen to have a Clawdeen of either persuasion or DotD Cleo pop up near you and you trust me to pay you back (probably via paypal), I will sing songs about your awesomeness. Otherwise I'll pray I can sweet talk my way to TRU on Sunday and we'll see if I get lucky by then.

I'm looking for a new hoodie or sweater to wear to work and that's not going well, probably because I don't want to spend $45 before shipping on this thing. *scowl* Also, I might be diverting my attention a little.

But the proof that today is not my day comes in the form of the Double Stuff Golden Oreos I bought this morning from the Harris Teeter I normally visit. After a couple of cookies I noticed they tasted... less yummy than their non DS counterparts. I was confused so I snagged a third one. Hrmm. An idea was forming but I was thwarted by whatever my last hope for Clawdeen online was. As I cautiously nibbled my fourth cookie, I looked at the expiration date. Sonofabitch, these things are a month outdated, which means they should have been yanked two months ago.

DAMMIT. All I wanted was to buy a pretty shiny monster high doll, get my friggin' sweater replaced, and have a goddamned cookie.

Really, universe? You had to take the cookies away too?