my grumpiness. let me show you it.

[tenlittlebullets]

D: I hate PMS. Somebody needs to breed zombies that eat uteri instead of brains.

On the other hand, now I know that my impressive bout of fatigue yesterday was hormonal and not just me being a lazyass/going off my meds/not getting enough sleep/whatever. There's been other unpleasant stuff, but it would be veering into TMI territory.

Also, Target can suck my dick. I went in there looking for two things: a multipack of plain black crew socks, and a new pair of jeans. I found lots of ugly clothing, multipacks of white socks and knee-high trouser socks and shoe liners and god knows what else, and eleventy-six choices of jeans ranging from "mildly slutty" to "extra ultra low rise now with more exposed asscrack." Thanks, you assholes. I walked out without new clothing, but with a fake-wrought-iron wall sconce that holds five votive candles; now that it's actually on my wall, it looks so Catholic that I started feeling guilty before I even lit the candles. (I'm kidding. It's pretty and I like it.)

Um. The actual important thing. I'm tagging along on one of my dad's business trips next week. We'll be in Switzerland--Zurich and, briefly, Geneva--for about ten days starting this weekend. It's going to be lots of fun, but I don't have a clue what the Internet situation is going to be, so I might disappear for a while.

Comments

[brittlesmile.livejournal.com]

fake-wrought-iron wall sconce that holds five votive candles

I think we own one of those... Have fun en Suisse!

[fyuvish.livejournal.com]

Hope you enjoy the trip and the chocolates.

[blue-sky-day.livejournal.com]

Have you looked at other places for jeans? I usually buy mine at JC Penny's

[10littlebullets.livejournal.com]

Not yet, I'm just annoyed because the jeans I'm looking to replace are a perfectly good pair of mid-rise ones from Target. Apparently when I wasn't looking they stopped stocking anything that doesn't fall right off your ass.

[mmebahorel.livejournal.com]

The problem with Target is that you always end up buying something but it's rarely what you went in for. (as witnessed by the time I went in for laundry detergent and dryer sheets and walked out with laundry detergent and a blue velvet blazer and candy corn but completely forgot the dryer sheets.)