Working bare assed, Amazon, and how Jesse Ventura is the voice of reason
Strutted into work this morning (wearing sun glasses in the rain and oh so fashionably late!), stopped at my cubicle and stared at the pants left on my chair.
*pause*
When did I leave here without pants on? I should....have noticed.....?
Coworker: *sees me paused in my cubicle staring at pants* *long story about how they came into her possession and looked like something I would wear*
Mystery solved! I have not been reduced to working bare assed and got new pants out of the deal. Bonus! Upon inspection of said garment, they're like two fucking sizes bigger than my size. D: I want to tell friendly coworker to keep her big rigs because I'm not THAT much of a heffer...but don't want to seem ungrateful. Dude. The fatso pants are *lookin* at me....like they're smugly waiting for me to grow into them. Blow.
Yanno Amazon? That website with like books 'n' shit? They really need to develop some sort of emphatic ordering process for us fangirls/bois. Fallen Angels is coming out on fucking blue ray and I got a delicate little email asking if I would like to preorder now and save 27%? This made for an unsatisfying shopping experience. I wanted to slam my fist down upon the keyboard whereby I ordered the SHIT out of that blue ray complete with random guitar riffing and stadium lights played out in the back ground. Rwaaaaaaaaaaaaaahr!
Jesse Ventura was plugging his book on the Today show this morning. I've always liked Jesse for various and sundry reasons, back to his wrestling days, but what struck me this morning was when he said "When I was teaching at Harvard in 2004" :| Harvard County School of Smackdown....right? Because if he meant Harvard Harvard....like fucking Harvard pinnacle of education Harvard.... I'm chapped because I'm related to two fucking political science dynamos who can shift voter behavior paradigms with their mind beams, but won't be considered by certain tiers of schools because of their supposed lack of pedigree and/or apparently their ability to perform a figure four half nelson. Pooh.
*pause*
When did I leave here without pants on? I should....have noticed.....?
Coworker: *sees me paused in my cubicle staring at pants* *long story about how they came into her possession and looked like something I would wear*
Mystery solved! I have not been reduced to working bare assed and got new pants out of the deal. Bonus! Upon inspection of said garment, they're like two fucking sizes bigger than my size. D: I want to tell friendly coworker to keep her big rigs because I'm not THAT much of a heffer...but don't want to seem ungrateful. Dude. The fatso pants are *lookin* at me....like they're smugly waiting for me to grow into them. Blow.
Yanno Amazon? That website with like books 'n' shit? They really need to develop some sort of emphatic ordering process for us fangirls/bois. Fallen Angels is coming out on fucking blue ray and I got a delicate little email asking if I would like to preorder now and save 27%? This made for an unsatisfying shopping experience. I wanted to slam my fist down upon the keyboard whereby I ordered the SHIT out of that blue ray complete with random guitar riffing and stadium lights played out in the back ground. Rwaaaaaaaaaaaaaahr!
Jesse Ventura was plugging his book on the Today show this morning. I've always liked Jesse for various and sundry reasons, back to his wrestling days, but what struck me this morning was when he said "When I was teaching at Harvard in 2004" :| Harvard County School of Smackdown....right? Because if he meant Harvard Harvard....like fucking Harvard pinnacle of education Harvard.... I'm chapped because I'm related to two fucking political science dynamos who can shift voter behavior paradigms with their mind beams, but won't be considered by certain tiers of schools because of their supposed lack of pedigree and/or apparently their ability to perform a figure four half nelson. Pooh.