in which I am revealed to be just another material girl
It is very very VERY sad indeed that I am all sad and pouty-faced because I was part of a Secret Santa exchange on a Neopets/Livejournal community, and today was supposed to be the Big Gift Exchange Date, and I have not gotten my presents YET. I spent a boatload of Neopoints on my gift-recipient, and I expect some karma now, dammit!
(Is the 3 glasses of wine a bit over-loud here? Perhaps.)
So I got started on my holiday cards. Some are even going to the post office tomorrow. Others, I need to find addresses for - including some people that I have already gotten cards from this year, and tore off their return-address stickers, precisely so I would ....
have.
their.
addresses.
handy.
....
*headdesk*
I also sorted out a Byzantine tangle of Ikea interdenominational-holiday starry lights, from which activity I learnt the following life lesson: Those Of You Possessing Husbands, Or Boys Of Any Sort, Should NEVER Let Them "Put Away The Lights". 'K?
'K.
(Especially when they also promise the following year to "Put Up All The Lights", but kinda lose interest when confronted with anything resembling a self-constructed tangle.)
On a completely shallow note, as if my starting paragraph weren't enough, can I just say that this season's "race-card" Survivor turned out to be a total delight? I kinda wish they ALL coulda won a million bucks, because even the most annoying people were just not. that. annoying. For once it totally wasn't a matter of "who do I hate least?" I hope the show gets a similarly nice and non-cutthroat cast for future seasons. I'm pleased with the winner, but sad that the totally awesome "loser" didn't get more - although if he's able to pursue his education with the $100,000 runner-up prize that's fantastic.
It was quite unfortunate that the two women in the final four couldn't competently participate in a fire-making challenge. I mean. Srsly. If I knew I were going on Survivor, I'd be spending HOURS in the backyard, and to hell with flint, I'd be rubbing greenwood sticks together. There's nothing more basic than making fire, and even I, who could not possibly survive 39 days in the wild due to utter medical incompatibility with plantlife, know that.
Also, even with gi-huge-tic centipedes, I'd like to vacation in the Cook Islands. Not that there's a rush on that or anything.
And. In conclusion. If Amy can do this, so can I:
(A blatant link to my
, because 'tis the season to be greedy, or some such.)
Fa la la la la. And so to bed.
(Is the 3 glasses of wine a bit over-loud here? Perhaps.)
So I got started on my holiday cards. Some are even going to the post office tomorrow. Others, I need to find addresses for - including some people that I have already gotten cards from this year, and tore off their return-address stickers, precisely so I would ....
have.
their.
addresses.
handy.
....
*headdesk*
I also sorted out a Byzantine tangle of Ikea interdenominational-holiday starry lights, from which activity I learnt the following life lesson: Those Of You Possessing Husbands, Or Boys Of Any Sort, Should NEVER Let Them "Put Away The Lights". 'K?
'K.
(Especially when they also promise the following year to "Put Up All The Lights", but kinda lose interest when confronted with anything resembling a self-constructed tangle.)
On a completely shallow note, as if my starting paragraph weren't enough, can I just say that this season's "race-card" Survivor turned out to be a total delight? I kinda wish they ALL coulda won a million bucks, because even the most annoying people were just not. that. annoying. For once it totally wasn't a matter of "who do I hate least?" I hope the show gets a similarly nice and non-cutthroat cast for future seasons. I'm pleased with the winner, but sad that the totally awesome "loser" didn't get more - although if he's able to pursue his education with the $100,000 runner-up prize that's fantastic.
It was quite unfortunate that the two women in the final four couldn't competently participate in a fire-making challenge. I mean. Srsly. If I knew I were going on Survivor, I'd be spending HOURS in the backyard, and to hell with flint, I'd be rubbing greenwood sticks together. There's nothing more basic than making fire, and even I, who could not possibly survive 39 days in the wild due to utter medical incompatibility with plantlife, know that.
Also, even with gi-huge-tic centipedes, I'd like to vacation in the Cook Islands. Not that there's a rush on that or anything.
And. In conclusion. If Amy can do this, so can I:
(A blatant link to my
, because 'tis the season to be greedy, or some such.)
Fa la la la la. And so to bed.