Well scratch my back with a hacksaw.
Pens take the series with a clean sweep, yinz guys. A clean fucking sweep. I didn’t see that coming, I’ll admit, even though expert cousin Jess from just outside Raleigh told me so. And she were right. She were right. This means I have to keep talking to her. XD And I did wear my lucky Pens undies (yes I have lucky undies, no they do not have Penguins or hockey boys on them, yes it is a long story), and they worked!
In additional Pens news, Chris bought me a blue Penguins purse. I was searching online to find a picture because I don’t feel like taking one, but all I can find is the one with the laces and it is not that one. I kind of wish it was, because those laces are super cute, but I think mine is bigger, which is a plus. It still seems super tiny (read: I cannot wrestle two notebooks, a binder, a planner, three sudoku books, a DS, all my DS games, my wallet, my meds, and whatever I feel like reading that day in addition to my iPod and giant headphones into it; it is super tiny), but I’ll get used to it. I don’t plan on taking it out every day because I don’t want to fuck it up, because the last time I had a light-coloured purse...well, it’s um...like...grey now, so I don’t really need to wrench my Alley Sheedy runnin’ away gear into it, but...
Okay. The smallest purse I’ve had in the last three years could hold a gallon of milk. This is weird for me.
But I love it so much.
Moving on.
Prop 8.
Prop 8 was upheld today.
California...
Look, I have no fucking words, so that’s all I’m gonna say about it. You people know what it takes to render me speechless (I assume, I mean, you’re the ones reading this thing). I’m...yeah. Speechless.
I’m pissed. I’m...I’m pissed. That’s all. I’ll think of something really clever and demeaning later. Right now? Well, let’s just say if I was put in a room with the one dissenter on the court, I would find a way to fashion the items in my refrigerator into a projectile weapon.
...I got nothin’. Nothing but rage.
So needless to say right now I’m feeling pretty subdued. Yay Pens, boo Californian court system, yay I made my first calls at work, boo Cali, yay I went grocery shopping, boo Cali.
I mean, I had a really good day, except that the hopes and dreams of a good number of people who I respect and fight for were crushed.
I have no idea where I’m going with this. I’m totally baffled. +cracks knuckles+
I do have more positive news, which I’ll tack on here at the end, just to save some face and make myself sound sane. Firstly, I have amazing friends who love me very much. Kurty-butt (whom I’m not supposed to call Kurt anymore but that means I can’t call him Kurty-butt so we’re gonna stick with that) is taking me to see Pat Benatar and Blondie and The Donnas for my birthday on August 7 (no, my birthday’s on the 16, the show’s on the 7), which...
I MEAN GOD DAMN I’M GOING TO SEE PAT BENATAR.
And Amber and I are going to see The Decemberists on the 14 of August and she’s gonna buy me a teeshirt for my birthday. :D And as I said on Twitter last night, Colin Meloy, I love you, you nerdy, pasty gentleman.
And then on my birthday, even though it’s a Sunday, Autumn (who unfortunately can’t drink anymore due to her bloodthinners) wants to get me wrecked. +eyeroll+ I don’t see this happening due to myself having a stupidly high tolerance for intoxication (read: a fifth of vodka and four litres of orange soda do not do it for me), but hey. It’s Sunday. +laugh+
Anyway, I plan on remembering my birthday, so Autumn, we’ll see. Until then, we can just shop.
Um...yeah. Guess that’s it. Work tomorrow. Pool party Friday, picnic party Saturday, gotta bake. Stuff. Things. Et cetera.
In additional Pens news, Chris bought me a blue Penguins purse. I was searching online to find a picture because I don’t feel like taking one, but all I can find is the one with the laces and it is not that one. I kind of wish it was, because those laces are super cute, but I think mine is bigger, which is a plus. It still seems super tiny (read: I cannot wrestle two notebooks, a binder, a planner, three sudoku books, a DS, all my DS games, my wallet, my meds, and whatever I feel like reading that day in addition to my iPod and giant headphones into it; it is super tiny), but I’ll get used to it. I don’t plan on taking it out every day because I don’t want to fuck it up, because the last time I had a light-coloured purse...well, it’s um...like...grey now, so I don’t really need to wrench my Alley Sheedy runnin’ away gear into it, but...
Okay. The smallest purse I’ve had in the last three years could hold a gallon of milk. This is weird for me.
But I love it so much.
Moving on.
Prop 8.
Prop 8 was upheld today.
California...
Look, I have no fucking words, so that’s all I’m gonna say about it. You people know what it takes to render me speechless (I assume, I mean, you’re the ones reading this thing). I’m...yeah. Speechless.
I’m pissed. I’m...I’m pissed. That’s all. I’ll think of something really clever and demeaning later. Right now? Well, let’s just say if I was put in a room with the one dissenter on the court, I would find a way to fashion the items in my refrigerator into a projectile weapon.
...I got nothin’. Nothing but rage.
So needless to say right now I’m feeling pretty subdued. Yay Pens, boo Californian court system, yay I made my first calls at work, boo Cali, yay I went grocery shopping, boo Cali.
I mean, I had a really good day, except that the hopes and dreams of a good number of people who I respect and fight for were crushed.
I have no idea where I’m going with this. I’m totally baffled. +cracks knuckles+
I do have more positive news, which I’ll tack on here at the end, just to save some face and make myself sound sane. Firstly, I have amazing friends who love me very much. Kurty-butt (whom I’m not supposed to call Kurt anymore but that means I can’t call him Kurty-butt so we’re gonna stick with that) is taking me to see Pat Benatar and Blondie and The Donnas for my birthday on August 7 (no, my birthday’s on the 16, the show’s on the 7), which...
I MEAN GOD DAMN I’M GOING TO SEE PAT BENATAR.
And Amber and I are going to see The Decemberists on the 14 of August and she’s gonna buy me a teeshirt for my birthday. :D And as I said on Twitter last night, Colin Meloy, I love you, you nerdy, pasty gentleman.
And then on my birthday, even though it’s a Sunday, Autumn (who unfortunately can’t drink anymore due to her bloodthinners) wants to get me wrecked. +eyeroll+ I don’t see this happening due to myself having a stupidly high tolerance for intoxication (read: a fifth of vodka and four litres of orange soda do not do it for me), but hey. It’s Sunday. +laugh+
Anyway, I plan on remembering my birthday, so Autumn, we’ll see. Until then, we can just shop.
Um...yeah. Guess that’s it. Work tomorrow. Pool party Friday, picnic party Saturday, gotta bake. Stuff. Things. Et cetera.