It's been two days since I last saw you. I might have gotten a little twitchy, a little pissy. I mean, when I leave you on my own terms it's one thing but dude, I call the shots. You don't just disappear because of some little bitch hacker, okay? Okay. Like, when I leave for NH next week, you'll just have to deal without me. But when I need you ( Read more... )

I think my oven just shit the bed. I turn it on and it smokes. Worked yesterday fine, and it is relatively clean, give or take. Even at the dirtiest, after Turkey Day like days, it didn't do this. Gonna wait till the house clears of smoke (the smoke alarm in my bedroom which is the furthest away from the kitchen, in fact it's three rooms and a ( Read more... )

Really. Seriously. Douchebag-like bitchy. PMS likely, I am sure, but knowing that does not make me any less of a bitch today, not in any way, shape or form.

ETA: But at least I get to use this fab icon, right?