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*hums* GUYS. Guess who got a comment on one of their reviews from the author in question? This chick, that's who.
Eeeee!
Tomorrow my Amazon package should arrive. Which... probably won't help you if you're avoiding the song of the day from me. :P But you'll deal. I think. Probably? You will. It's true. Much like I will one day get over the fact that I have no one to squee with, so... y'know. Stuff.
What else?
Oh, work was robbed on Sunday! I wasn't there, obviously, since Sunday is one of my days off. When I found out about it yesterday, I might've cackled once I realized everyone was okay. Why? Because we switched security guards because of safety concerns (as in people didn't necessarily feel safe with the two we had. I personally felt safe enough with the one who napped because anyone who dismisses being shot as "not a big deal" is obviously the person you want between you and a gun, k?) and a little over a week later we get robbed for the first time in years. Dying here. I'm dying on the inside from the irony levels.
I was apparently just so hopped up on that little bit that I looked up ExR a few minutes ago. (I know.) I don't know why other than yesterday's look back and an upcoming one had me thinking. Only I was flipping through Cass's list of FB friends and saw a few I used to know and figured out that the guy FB keeps saying "you might know" is not the guy I thought it was. Who knew there were so many Aarons? Then I saw the ex and curiosity obviously got the better of me. It wasn't super planned but once I get an idea, it takes a lot of work for me to not follow through if there's little work involved in actually executing the plan. Which is why I try not to think of things impulsively because I lack anyone capable of talking me out of stuff.
Anyway. Looked him up for about thirty seconds. At second thirty one I think I found his new girlfriend. And for all of five seconds I debated not clicking. And then I did. Like I said, impulse control is not my strong suit, k?
It's funny that the only bitter thought that came up was the hope, oddly sincere, that he wasn't screwing with her the way he did me at the end. At least I hope (for me) that it was just the end. But that aside, it wasn't a big thing, and let me assure you that I am pretty good at bitter. So I'm going to mark this down as growing up and a good sign in all things. If you find yourself cheering on someone who essentially took your place, things can't all be all that bad, right?
*muse* Dude has a type though.
Now, to find someone who thinks I'm pretty awesome and that I feel the same way about. That'd be fun.
Just in case you think I might be too happy despite any number of reasons to not be, my right wrist is trying to kill me. I've no idea what I did nor do I know how to fix it. It's not fun.
Still, all in all I'm sittin' pretty. Anyone want to join me? Or maybe write me a story to read when I'm at work or get home from work? That'd be the most awesome thing ever. I've got cookies.
Eeeee!
Tomorrow my Amazon package should arrive. Which... probably won't help you if you're avoiding the song of the day from me. :P But you'll deal. I think. Probably? You will. It's true. Much like I will one day get over the fact that I have no one to squee with, so... y'know. Stuff.
What else?
Oh, work was robbed on Sunday! I wasn't there, obviously, since Sunday is one of my days off. When I found out about it yesterday, I might've cackled once I realized everyone was okay. Why? Because we switched security guards because of safety concerns (as in people didn't necessarily feel safe with the two we had. I personally felt safe enough with the one who napped because anyone who dismisses being shot as "not a big deal" is obviously the person you want between you and a gun, k?) and a little over a week later we get robbed for the first time in years. Dying here. I'm dying on the inside from the irony levels.
I was apparently just so hopped up on that little bit that I looked up ExR a few minutes ago. (I know.) I don't know why other than yesterday's look back and an upcoming one had me thinking. Only I was flipping through Cass's list of FB friends and saw a few I used to know and figured out that the guy FB keeps saying "you might know" is not the guy I thought it was. Who knew there were so many Aarons? Then I saw the ex and curiosity obviously got the better of me. It wasn't super planned but once I get an idea, it takes a lot of work for me to not follow through if there's little work involved in actually executing the plan. Which is why I try not to think of things impulsively because I lack anyone capable of talking me out of stuff.
Anyway. Looked him up for about thirty seconds. At second thirty one I think I found his new girlfriend. And for all of five seconds I debated not clicking. And then I did. Like I said, impulse control is not my strong suit, k?
It's funny that the only bitter thought that came up was the hope, oddly sincere, that he wasn't screwing with her the way he did me at the end. At least I hope (for me) that it was just the end. But that aside, it wasn't a big thing, and let me assure you that I am pretty good at bitter. So I'm going to mark this down as growing up and a good sign in all things. If you find yourself cheering on someone who essentially took your place, things can't all be all that bad, right?
*muse* Dude has a type though.
Now, to find someone who thinks I'm pretty awesome and that I feel the same way about. That'd be fun.
Just in case you think I might be too happy despite any number of reasons to not be, my right wrist is trying to kill me. I've no idea what I did nor do I know how to fix it. It's not fun.
Still, all in all I'm sittin' pretty. Anyone want to join me? Or maybe write me a story to read when I'm at work or get home from work? That'd be the most awesome thing ever. I've got cookies.