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It smells like burnt tuna in my apartment. And I haven't cooked anything in two days. How does one burn tuna?!? Really, it sounds like something I would do, but it wasn't me. Yet...I have to suffer with the smell. Humph.
Clearly, I am in my apartment. Not out, like I wanted to be. Am I annoyed? Oh yes. Slightly pissy? I am one pissy Krissy. Admittedly, I'm tired. (Jeremy! You were right--the salesfloor is more work than one would expect.) But a call or an IM to let me know that plans were cancelled would have been nice. We're adults, people. Let's act like it. Ignoring someone/something doesn't work unless we're in 7th grade. (And yes, it's middle school-ish to bitch in here. But whatever.)
And now? I'm going to draw myself a yummy bubble bath and lose myself in the Rent soundtrack and chick lit. Because, as tonight has shown, I am my own best friend.
Clearly, I am in my apartment. Not out, like I wanted to be. Am I annoyed? Oh yes. Slightly pissy? I am one pissy Krissy. Admittedly, I'm tired. (Jeremy! You were right--the salesfloor is more work than one would expect.) But a call or an IM to let me know that plans were cancelled would have been nice. We're adults, people. Let's act like it. Ignoring someone/something doesn't work unless we're in 7th grade. (And yes, it's middle school-ish to bitch in here. But whatever.)
And now? I'm going to draw myself a yummy bubble bath and lose myself in the Rent soundtrack and chick lit. Because, as tonight has shown, I am my own best friend.