spiders and rants and love.
Nov. 17th, 2005 08:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impy...I'm going to say this and know already that the answer is no, but Christ on a stick, I feel the need to say it anyway.
Dude, am I the only person who, before dropping more than $60 on something, researches it to make sure I know what the hell I'm getting? I will never understand the beyond-newbie questions/thoughts/comments from people who seem to just randomly throw their money to the wind, get a Pullip and are then super shocked when it's exactly what they'd been told it would be...if they'd friggin' bothered to read anything about their newest dolly desire. Sure, there are some questions I might roll my eyes a bit over, but realize that hearing about something is totally different from seeing/feeling. On the other hand, ohmysweetbabyboywholived. Research, people! It's not that hard to find out what kind of body your baby-love will have. The problems with Venus are well documented. [As are staining issues with most of the dolls in black, the first neck-snappers, and some other issues I'm sure exist that my brain is glossing over right now].
It's enough to hurt my cute little head.
Honestly, I want to have enough money that I can buy a new shiny without looking up a damn thing on it.
Speaking of which, I got my next two pinkys yesterday. :D pictures may follow.
[work] With Mr. Bitches gone, we had our first substitute manager begin his week of torment. Fabulous night, actually. I was done with my work by break time. Well before break, actually, so I finished other people's work and then sliced into the boxes of batteries. But somehow no one told the newish guy that one of us leaves at 6. So when exactly he thought I'd be able to take back all the crap he told me to, I dunno. He was ever so confused when I had him paged to the front so I could leave with my bag of stuff. He asked where I was going, and I thought he was kidding. Then I told him home. You know... home. Night shift works 8 hours, man. I was damn near half an hour late leaving because of his request of doom. They don't pay me enough to work 10 hour days. No way.
My ankles hurt and I think a spider bit my left arm while I was sleeping.
Woe is me.
Oh, but I think hell officially froze over. At work we normally get sad love songs or somebody-done-me-wrong songs mixed in with "baby, i'm gonna love you til you can't be loved no more" songs that make me cringe. Usually from the 70's and 80's. Last night? Most of it was semi recent. They played Everclear! I nearly died of joy right then.
Dude, am I the only person who, before dropping more than $60 on something, researches it to make sure I know what the hell I'm getting? I will never understand the beyond-newbie questions/thoughts/comments from people who seem to just randomly throw their money to the wind, get a Pullip and are then super shocked when it's exactly what they'd been told it would be...if they'd friggin' bothered to read anything about their newest dolly desire. Sure, there are some questions I might roll my eyes a bit over, but realize that hearing about something is totally different from seeing/feeling. On the other hand, ohmysweetbabyboywholived. Research, people! It's not that hard to find out what kind of body your baby-love will have. The problems with Venus are well documented. [As are staining issues with most of the dolls in black, the first neck-snappers, and some other issues I'm sure exist that my brain is glossing over right now].
It's enough to hurt my cute little head.
Honestly, I want to have enough money that I can buy a new shiny without looking up a damn thing on it.
Speaking of which, I got my next two pinkys yesterday. :D pictures may follow.
[work] With Mr. Bitches gone, we had our first substitute manager begin his week of torment. Fabulous night, actually. I was done with my work by break time. Well before break, actually, so I finished other people's work and then sliced into the boxes of batteries. But somehow no one told the newish guy that one of us leaves at 6. So when exactly he thought I'd be able to take back all the crap he told me to, I dunno. He was ever so confused when I had him paged to the front so I could leave with my bag of stuff. He asked where I was going, and I thought he was kidding. Then I told him home. You know... home. Night shift works 8 hours, man. I was damn near half an hour late leaving because of his request of doom. They don't pay me enough to work 10 hour days. No way.
My ankles hurt and I think a spider bit my left arm while I was sleeping.
Woe is me.
Oh, but I think hell officially froze over. At work we normally get sad love songs or somebody-done-me-wrong songs mixed in with "baby, i'm gonna love you til you can't be loved no more" songs that make me cringe. Usually from the 70's and 80's. Last night? Most of it was semi recent. They played Everclear! I nearly died of joy right then.
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Date: 2005-11-17 04:16 pm (UTC)I totally second that. It irritates me a LOT. If I had the money I would buy the doll from these spoiled rich air heads. XD
And Pinkys? Are you getting some Pinkys? :)
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Date: 2005-11-22 10:55 am (UTC)as to the Pinky question:
yes! ...you're dangerous. First Anne then Pinkys. You're very dangerous with your pictures of gorgeousness.
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Date: 2005-12-08 02:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-17 06:29 pm (UTC)yup it's irritating, especially if the ones who ignore the grammar rules. Look, if your English isn't good because your from another country, okay. But when you're from the UK, the least I would expect is some good English.
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Date: 2005-11-22 10:56 am (UTC)sigh for the butchering of the language.