life rules, guys.

[pocky_slash]

I'm feeling pretty good about my life, guys. I mean, life is pretty awesome. There are cookies and hot Top Chef contestants and books and teevee. Naps are also an acceptable reason for life being awesome.

Here is another one: Holy shit, having a full time job means that you have money!

My bank statements come electronically and usually I delete them without really looking at them. I pay my (tiny) credit card bill electronically and automatically, so I don't even pay attention to that. But today I logged into the BoA website and... holy shit, guys. I should go buy myself some pants that fit right!

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Here are some other things that I will throw out there:

• I finished The Lives of Christopher Chant. Very enjoyable, but I agree with moonsheen about the lack of emotional conclusion.
  
• I talked about Spider-Man with my coworkers for a long time. I now feel as thought I never stopped reading comics.
  
• Apparently Hillary Clinton is a Harmonian. Why am I not surprised?
  
• This is pretty much hilarious. Obama-chu, I choose you!
  
• via priscellie (who is AWESOME): Children's drawings recreated!
  
• Waffles for dinner!
  
• I keep reading WaT fic. I blame scrollgirl.
  
• I am LOVING all of the female-character-love that is happening on my f-list right now. Seriously. You should all continue to pic-spam, rec, and babble about the ladies in your fandoms. Even if I am not in your fandoms, I will be totally down with reading about it. There are a disturbing number of people in the world who don't consider themselves feminists, so it makes me gleeful to see all of you on my flist who embrace women.
  
• I might see Indy this weekend, if I can find time. A co-worker told me that he went with another co-worker who is a fan of the franchise and she didn't hate it. I know it's been getting great reviews, but as a fan of the franchise, I can't help but worry. Also, I hate that kid who is in it. Or, I should say, I hate him in everything I've seen him in. I don't know him personally, so I can't say I hate him, but he makes me wary. Co-worker said that he cries a lot and it made him scoff a little ("It's Indiana Jones! There's no crying in Indiana Jones! It's like baseball!"), but he wasn't atrocious.
  
• Seriously, does anyone else want to come to an amusement park with me on my birthday? No presents, cake, et cetera required. Just your shining presence.

Now I need to convince myself not to take a nap!