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tenlittlebullets) wrote2008-02-19 12:40 am
tenlittlebullets) wrote2008-02-19 12:40 am
my grumpiness. let me show you it.
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.
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.