I am not human.

1. All the cool kids have their Dr. Horrible icons, and now so do I. I realize I am late to the party, but whatever. Much loff and all that - wonderful, original idea, brilliant ending. LOFF.

2. I am in lust with Paget Brewster. She does voices on Harvey Birdman and American Dad. She's gorgeous and has skin like she's been ingesting arsenic. She photographs spreads, on occasion, for Suicidegirls.com!!! ROWR! I am in LUST. Total lust for her. *cough* >.>

3. I love that my knitting needles advertise themselves as smooth. Why, yes. Yes, they are very smooth... until I chew on them a bit. I CAN'T seem to not put these things in my mouth (which is a shame, because they taste wretched... the crochet hook is tasteless--and not in the sense that it tells dirty jokes at inappropriate times--but it finds its way into my hands and mouth with less frequency.)

innerslytherin says that I should knit myself a Reid is a Big Ghey Ghey-Boy Purple Scarf. I don't think that's knitted, now that I'm looking at it, but I might make myself a big ghey purple scarf all the same. That is actually within my skill level: Level Zero: Squares and Rectangles.

4. I reorganized all my folders on the laptop, and now I can't find a thing. How dare I put my CM screencaps in the "misc > tv > cm > caps" folder?! That's just logical!

5. I had more to say. I've had an emotionally shitty week. Bad mojo or something. Ugh, just sucky. But I felt like I was being whiny when I had all that typed out, and this post isn't going to go on my RL filter anyway. So, this is my happy face. Feel it. Or should I say fear it? I'm not sure.

6. Might dye my hair black again. Or maybe blonde. I need a change. If I wouldn't get fired, I'd go blue.

Got here this morning, adjusted myself in my chair by pushing against the crossbar with my foot. The strap of my sandal ripped off (causing me to smash my foot into the desk), and I had to hobble around on one shoe and an achey foot until my husband came by on his way to work.

Been getting phone calls all day about groups we don't have, phone calls to managers that aren't being returned, and people who have left things and want to chew me out for it.

I also get this sort of half-laugh in my voice when I'm smiling on the phone, trying to be friendly with people, and this morning someone very brusquely told me they "did not appreciate my inappropriate giggling" when speaking with her, and that I was obviously not taking her seriously. First, I don't giggle. Second, I had to apologize for the way that I talk when I try to be nice to people: "I'm sorry, maam. I wasn't trying to be offensive." "Well, you are." Um, okaaaay... I'll just start being a bitch from now on.

Oh, and they can't seem to hire anyone that can cover my days off, so, yay for too many hours a week dealing with shit like this, too.

I can has sexay FBI agents having secks nao, and no moar work, pls?

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Got up today and it's raining buckets. Last night there was no rain or wind at all, so I guess if the tree hadn't fallen last night, it probably would have today. And I swear I heard more tree crackage when it was raining today, but maybe now I'm just paranoid, as this tree seemed aimed directly at our apartment.

I waited for the rain to slow up, and then wandered around the building to get a better look at what happened in the light of day.

( I can haz lotz of greenery on my patio? )

So, I was just signing on quickly to add a quick tag to a Criminal Minds fic I'm writing with innerlsytherin, about ready to go to bed. And I hear this noise. It starts slowly, like a rumbling, then grows and sounds a little like lightning. We're not supposed to have storms.

The second I think "huh, that sounds a little like wood snapping," the sound grows really loud and then stops.

When I open the blinds to our patio, this is what I see: ( Read more... )

DEAR TODAY,

NO LOVE.

JENNIFER

It is sad that I have RP pr0n to be written and I'm at work. And speaking of RP, I am pretty much in love with thedressingroom (on LJ, I jsut now realised there was one here too!) Where else could I call some random Remus Lupin "YOU WONDERFUL QUEER"? Seriously. Win!

...Well, I took the advice of many of you that replied to my iPod emergency, but alas and alack, Eileen the iPod is dead. Utterly. She flashes the little apple logo at me when I try to turn her on, and then it fades and hangs there for a bit before dying again. Poor baby. Sad thing is, I don't even know if she had a warranty, and if so, how to prove I've had her less than a year as I kept no original paperwork. *sigh* It was sheer luck that I got her last Christmas just before my car's CD player stopped working, and had been using her as my only source of driving music since January. Now I am stuck with radio, which is just as bad and repetative as I'd rememebered. There is no Rasputina, and not nearly enough NIN for my liking! ...And, btw, when did Nirvana become "classic rock"? No, no, no, no, WRONG... I feel old.

Other random things... Still no progress on either SnuSa of merry_smutmas. In fact, I think I've taken a backwards step when it comes to SnuSa. :P ...I get to babysit tonight! ...I spent way too much time randomly contemplating ant sex and having Hava Nagila stuck in my head yesterday (those are unrelated, btw XD ...and, damn it, the song's back now!). ...And I have a pain in my foot that feels like someone is shoving a dull nail through the heel every time I stand on it... I think that's about it. Oh, and:

Dear GJ, please to be letting me edit journal entries now, kthnzbai.

MY iPod JUST GOT SOAKED IN WATER!!! MY BABY! WHAT DO I DO?!?! *places it futilely in dish drying rack* I was trying out the husband's new bike, and was wearing his camelbak hydration pack, and was using my iPod as a timer. As soon as I started actually biking, the camelbak leaked every last ounce of water out into the pouch my iPod was in (and down my back, arse, and legs). I can see water in the display window but it doesn't seem to have any way to drain out! *weeps* I haven't even had it a year! *wails*

This does nothing to ease the foul mood I've been in for the last two days. I know what part of the cause is, but I can't do anything about it without shooting myself in the foot, and that makes it worse.