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impyThis is perhaps the nastiest white cheddar popcorn ever and I'm still eating it. Why? That's right, I lack any willpower whatsoever.
Willpower is something I should ask for this holiday season.
I'm not sure when it happened, but part of my brain grew up when I wasn't looking. Every Sunday I yank the Target, Kmart, Toys R Us [if they exist] and any other interesting store sales papers from the newspaper. I then flip through them, usually in search of something interesting on sale. This frequently means toys and blank vhs tapes to help in my plan to take over the world by taping every show I might one day like. Target's big toy book thing came this week. I was all excited until I realized nothing appealed except maybe the idea of the holiday baby bratz... and baby dana. Who is cuteness personified, I might add. I eyed a couple of other things on the surrounding pages, but for the most part I was far more intrigued by a bookcase/bench set up in the normal ad and the plates I eyed a couple of weeks ago.
On the other hand, I'd like to go to Target today and possibly buy some junk. So, we'll see.
For the fifth week in a row, I called Ryan and no answer from him. I left a message, the shortest message known to man, and finally woke up in time to see if he was online and ever gets these messages. He does not. Which makes me feel better. Not about the person [his sister, I think] who says she'll pass along the message and then not, but that it's not a deliberate ignoring kind of thing. *shrug*
Finished Working for the Devil and, omg. T.S.! I was foolishly expecting a happy ending! That's not happy! Why was I silly enough to believe in happy endings? Lucy runs away with Eve, who is an odd mixture of creepy and familiar in that she reminds me of a friend I used to have. Though I don't think she was a genetically altered piece of Lucifer. I'm also kicking myself for not getting that freedom wasn't exactly the kind of freedom anyone who isn't sneaky and evil would consider freedom. Shame on me. But if you wondered, so good. So, so, so good. Like freakishly good.
I don't fangirl often, and I rarely give up sleep anymore, but it was worth the wonky dreams and the walking around in a haze all day.
Now, to get into Anansi Boys which the library so thoughtfully let mumsy check out before they sent it back to hell since my account is all kinds of fucked up.
If I ask later, today's plan is simple. Dolly love. And reading. And doing my laundry. Got that? Thanks.
...tori! on the radio! [silent all these years] it's the little things that remind me not to go and kill someone.
Willpower is something I should ask for this holiday season.
I'm not sure when it happened, but part of my brain grew up when I wasn't looking. Every Sunday I yank the Target, Kmart, Toys R Us [if they exist] and any other interesting store sales papers from the newspaper. I then flip through them, usually in search of something interesting on sale. This frequently means toys and blank vhs tapes to help in my plan to take over the world by taping every show I might one day like. Target's big toy book thing came this week. I was all excited until I realized nothing appealed except maybe the idea of the holiday baby bratz... and baby dana. Who is cuteness personified, I might add. I eyed a couple of other things on the surrounding pages, but for the most part I was far more intrigued by a bookcase/bench set up in the normal ad and the plates I eyed a couple of weeks ago.
On the other hand, I'd like to go to Target today and possibly buy some junk. So, we'll see.
For the fifth week in a row, I called Ryan and no answer from him. I left a message, the shortest message known to man, and finally woke up in time to see if he was online and ever gets these messages. He does not. Which makes me feel better. Not about the person [his sister, I think] who says she'll pass along the message and then not, but that it's not a deliberate ignoring kind of thing. *shrug*
Finished Working for the Devil and, omg. T.S.! I was foolishly expecting a happy ending! That's not happy! Why was I silly enough to believe in happy endings? Lucy runs away with Eve, who is an odd mixture of creepy and familiar in that she reminds me of a friend I used to have. Though I don't think she was a genetically altered piece of Lucifer. I'm also kicking myself for not getting that freedom wasn't exactly the kind of freedom anyone who isn't sneaky and evil would consider freedom. Shame on me. But if you wondered, so good. So, so, so good. Like freakishly good.
I don't fangirl often, and I rarely give up sleep anymore, but it was worth the wonky dreams and the walking around in a haze all day.
Now, to get into Anansi Boys which the library so thoughtfully let mumsy check out before they sent it back to hell since my account is all kinds of fucked up.
If I ask later, today's plan is simple. Dolly love. And reading. And doing my laundry. Got that? Thanks.
...tori! on the radio! [silent all these years] it's the little things that remind me not to go and kill someone.
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