I'd like to take the time and dedicate a portion of this blog to Rigel, and the rapidity by which she shark punches.
(Yes I'm both name dropping and ass kissing at the same time... Thanks for noticeing!
)
I just spent 2 and a half hours of my life, that I will never get back, reading this:
http://suicidegirls.com/groups/SG+Hopefuls/topics/314254/
I realize it was all on me, to decide whether I should keep reading or not, but damn. Some things you can't... Look... Away...
***
In other news, I spent 45 minutes, that I will never get back, in a Zellers last night. Hooray for customer service! There wasn't much people actually, but I was buying a futon. Now, I take pride in my muscly arms and boyish physique, but there was no way a box of that size was making it to my car, let alone the cash, were I attempting to carry it. 4 pages and a older clerk avoiding me (I saw her... I saw her saw me...), I had to do the fluttering eyes, twisting hair routine to an unsuspecting 16 year old electronics clerk to finally get some help.
45 fucking minutes.
So I get home, and start assembly, which took about 2 and a half hours. Almost done, just that one more piece
Of course...
THE FUCKING PIECE IS DEFECTIVE (is that a word?! scuse my frenchness...)
Anyway. I figured out how to fix it but I need to borrow my step dad's drill.
Which leads me to my next story.
So, the unfinished bed sits in my room (remember people, I only have 1 room and a bathroom. Thats my whole appartment in one, and it ain't no fancy large studio space. It's a fucking bedroom with a kitchen in it.) So I toss it as far away from my bed as possible (the old bed is leaving thursday) so not to trip when I wake up. Well at about 3 am, Yellow starts meowing and scratching and rendering sleep impossible. So I go to pick her up and throw her in the bathroom, when I turn around and OBVIOUSLY trip all over the metal framing. BA DANG! So I say out loud 'of course', wave my arms frantically in the air and fall back into bed. I woke up with blood on my sheets, scratches and bruises all over the place, and a very sore thumb.
I iz beat up right now.
The face was spared, no worries.
xoxo
(Yes I'm both name dropping and ass kissing at the same time... Thanks for noticeing!
)I just spent 2 and a half hours of my life, that I will never get back, reading this:
http://suicidegirls.com/groups/SG+Hopefuls/topics/314254/
I realize it was all on me, to decide whether I should keep reading or not, but damn. Some things you can't... Look... Away...
***
In other news, I spent 45 minutes, that I will never get back, in a Zellers last night. Hooray for customer service! There wasn't much people actually, but I was buying a futon. Now, I take pride in my muscly arms and boyish physique, but there was no way a box of that size was making it to my car, let alone the cash, were I attempting to carry it. 4 pages and a older clerk avoiding me (I saw her... I saw her saw me...), I had to do the fluttering eyes, twisting hair routine to an unsuspecting 16 year old electronics clerk to finally get some help.
45 fucking minutes.
So I get home, and start assembly, which took about 2 and a half hours. Almost done, just that one more piece
Of course...
THE FUCKING PIECE IS DEFECTIVE (is that a word?! scuse my frenchness...)
Anyway. I figured out how to fix it but I need to borrow my step dad's drill.
Which leads me to my next story.
So, the unfinished bed sits in my room (remember people, I only have 1 room and a bathroom. Thats my whole appartment in one, and it ain't no fancy large studio space. It's a fucking bedroom with a kitchen in it.) So I toss it as far away from my bed as possible (the old bed is leaving thursday) so not to trip when I wake up. Well at about 3 am, Yellow starts meowing and scratching and rendering sleep impossible. So I go to pick her up and throw her in the bathroom, when I turn around and OBVIOUSLY trip all over the metal framing. BA DANG! So I say out loud 'of course', wave my arms frantically in the air and fall back into bed. I woke up with blood on my sheets, scratches and bruises all over the place, and a very sore thumb.
I iz beat up right now.
The face was spared, no worries.
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gentleman_loser:
gentleman_loser:
I'm okay with myself at the moment, pretty happy in that way, but super lonely. Id trade my left hand for a night cuddling and watching a movie