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YESTERDAY I stopped in at my local wholesale cosmo store to check for restock of Mad as a Hatter polish. ALAS, the lady there informed me it was a one-shot Spring 2010 only collection and the Disney owned the rights to the colors after they ran out. WHAAAAT D:< Disney Store will likely not honor my licensed discount, nor care that I spent 2200 agonizing hours earning it. FFFFFFUUUUU-
I assuaged my dismay with Jade is the New Black from the Hong Kong collection and a new bottle of Black Onyx. (I had no proper black polish. TRAGEDY) I am still sad.
We must somehow gather a cat pee sample from Simon to give to vet, so he can determine why exactly there is BLOOD in it. That is all well and good, seeing how Simon is PEEING BLOOD, but...how do with minimal mess? The vet tech gave us a syringe to collect it, and suggested covering the litter box with plastic. uuuuugh so messy
Work...is...a place that gives me money for bothering to show up more or less at a specified time, and pack boxes of ridiculously expensive useless rusty things for 6 and a half hours. I never have to deal with an actual customer. Just stand there, packing things, listening to ladygossip and at least a half dozen bad radio stations. I don't hate it. I don't like it. I just go. Because I like having money.
Occasionally I contemplate using a paycheck to go buy craft supplies and MAKE primitive stuff myself to sell to the company. This is highly impractical for many reasons, not to mention the fact that I have no taste and no REAL grasp of how that would work.
Mostly, I just want to get paid to sit at home in my pajamas and paint things.
I really want to like Emilie Autumn, but all I can think during 85% of her music is "Why does she hate men so much?" and "WHEN DO THE DAMN VIOLIN SOLOS CEASE" and then I start wishing that she had some damn musical CONSISTENCY. *sigh*
I assuaged my dismay with Jade is the New Black from the Hong Kong collection and a new bottle of Black Onyx. (I had no proper black polish. TRAGEDY) I am still sad.
We must somehow gather a cat pee sample from Simon to give to vet, so he can determine why exactly there is BLOOD in it. That is all well and good, seeing how Simon is PEEING BLOOD, but...how do with minimal mess? The vet tech gave us a syringe to collect it, and suggested covering the litter box with plastic. uuuuugh so messy
Work...is...a place that gives me money for bothering to show up more or less at a specified time, and pack boxes of ridiculously expensive useless rusty things for 6 and a half hours. I never have to deal with an actual customer. Just stand there, packing things, listening to ladygossip and at least a half dozen bad radio stations. I don't hate it. I don't like it. I just go. Because I like having money.
Occasionally I contemplate using a paycheck to go buy craft supplies and MAKE primitive stuff myself to sell to the company. This is highly impractical for many reasons, not to mention the fact that I have no taste and no REAL grasp of how that would work.
Mostly, I just want to get paid to sit at home in my pajamas and paint things.
I really want to like Emilie Autumn, but all I can think during 85% of her music is "Why does she hate men so much?" and "WHEN DO THE DAMN VIOLIN SOLOS CEASE" and then I start wishing that she had some damn musical CONSISTENCY. *sigh*