I could leave but I won't go
(Credit card) safety first: lordy. So I got my grandparents' Christmas lists, and because they are crazy, they want gift certificates to their carwash place. So I called and just gave my credit card number to a lady with moderate English skills at best along with my address and just have to hope the damn things get to me and I don't have, like, $600 worth of cigarette cartons charged to a Florida CVS or some shit tomorrow.
Other holiday-related woes: as some of you know, I live in the backyard of a mall. Seriously, the back entrance to my building is fifty feet from the side entrance of the Nordstrom. This is actually cool and super-convenient for 11 months out of the year. However, as you might imagine, it gets incredibly painful during the holiday shopping season. We have to sit in the mall parking garage traffic to get to our building's parking garage, and stupid people taking the metro after work get in my way when I'm just trying to go home. And that's not even counting all the RETARDED MARYLAND DRIVERS who practically run me over when I'm just trying to cross the street to walk my dog. I'm fairly certain you have malls of your own in Maryland, assholes, so go away.
Anyway. I am cranky and buried under end-of-the-semester grading stress and CRANKY and so haven't been around much. I did bake a [ damn fine gingersnap-pear cheesecake ] last night, though, and look forward to eating a fat-laden piece when I get home.
What else. Oh, I spent my entire commute this morning daydreaming about a Wincesty songvid to Genesis' "That's All." That was awesome. Awesome enough that then I started half-assedly plotting a songFIC, and, just. No.
Speaking of morning commutes:
Poll Because I'm a snob.
Okay, seriously, I am so exhausted I'm ready to cry. Maybe I'll go do that. Or go sockpuppet Anna.
Other holiday-related woes: as some of you know, I live in the backyard of a mall. Seriously, the back entrance to my building is fifty feet from the side entrance of the Nordstrom. This is actually cool and super-convenient for 11 months out of the year. However, as you might imagine, it gets incredibly painful during the holiday shopping season. We have to sit in the mall parking garage traffic to get to our building's parking garage, and stupid people taking the metro after work get in my way when I'm just trying to go home. And that's not even counting all the RETARDED MARYLAND DRIVERS who practically run me over when I'm just trying to cross the street to walk my dog. I'm fairly certain you have malls of your own in Maryland, assholes, so go away.
Anyway. I am cranky and buried under end-of-the-semester grading stress and CRANKY and so haven't been around much. I did bake a [ damn fine gingersnap-pear cheesecake ] last night, though, and look forward to eating a fat-laden piece when I get home.
What else. Oh, I spent my entire commute this morning daydreaming about a Wincesty songvid to Genesis' "That's All." That was awesome. Awesome enough that then I started half-assedly plotting a songFIC, and, just. No.
Speaking of morning commutes:
Poll Because I'm a snob.
Okay, seriously, I am so exhausted I'm ready to cry. Maybe I'll go do that. Or go sockpuppet Anna.