I don't know why it is!
I don't suppose anybody could oblige me with a copy of "Toxic" by Brittany Spears? I don't know, Merlin as a series leaves me with a strong urge for terrible pop. I want to make a super serious fanmix featuring like, Linkin Park and "Girlfriend" and --
I'm kind of blaming Arthur, really.
Last time we had a party the cat was under my bed with a look like I get when I find out that no, there really in no bad idea in the world that someone will not try to talk me into writing, and last night at Bunco he was apparently being a huge whore. I give up.
still_ciircee: BUT WE LOOOOOOOOOEEEEV YOUUUUUU :((((((((((
Anyway I got tagged by fyredancer to do the Eight Days of Things I am Happy About, and today I am happy that it is pay day and I went and dropped an embarrassing amount of money at Walmart and Trader Joe's, and also that I got a backpack for $2.76 at Old Navy.
Also, I do not have to have another god damn pelvic exam and general girlbits poking-at for an entire year, which makes me fucking ecstatic. The nurse forgot to lock the door because after all, people knock before they come in, right, and while she was feeling me up in the bosoms area my doctor barged in thinking he was seeing a patient in that room. NP flipped the gown over my chest, my doctor turned scarlet, and fled. orzzzzz As she said, at least it wasn't to the actual pelvic part yet.
Then I got to work and all hell rained forth because it was payday and Christmas party day, but I had wisely chosen to partake in some retail therapy beforehand, so I sat around on lunch break and drank coffee and read winter IK. I still think that one pullover with the leaf motif looks like it was supposed to be a cardigan when it grew up.
You know what I kind of want for Christmas? Stickers. To put on the box I am putting all these fdakl;skl;fding pills I appear to be taking before I pour them out for the week.
I'm kind of blaming Arthur, really.
Last time we had a party the cat was under my bed with a look like I get when I find out that no, there really in no bad idea in the world that someone will not try to talk me into writing, and last night at Bunco he was apparently being a huge whore. I give up.
still_ciircee: BUT WE LOOOOOOOOOEEEEV YOUUUUUU :((((((((((
Anyway I got tagged by fyredancer to do the Eight Days of Things I am Happy About, and today I am happy that it is pay day and I went and dropped an embarrassing amount of money at Walmart and Trader Joe's, and also that I got a backpack for $2.76 at Old Navy.
Also, I do not have to have another god damn pelvic exam and general girlbits poking-at for an entire year, which makes me fucking ecstatic. The nurse forgot to lock the door because after all, people knock before they come in, right, and while she was feeling me up in the bosoms area my doctor barged in thinking he was seeing a patient in that room. NP flipped the gown over my chest, my doctor turned scarlet, and fled. orzzzzz As she said, at least it wasn't to the actual pelvic part yet.
Then I got to work and all hell rained forth because it was payday and Christmas party day, but I had wisely chosen to partake in some retail therapy beforehand, so I sat around on lunch break and drank coffee and read winter IK. I still think that one pullover with the leaf motif looks like it was supposed to be a cardigan when it grew up.
You know what I kind of want for Christmas? Stickers. To put on the box I am putting all these fdakl;skl;fding pills I appear to be taking before I pour them out for the week.