More thoughts in no particular order
I managed to time travel this weekend. For whatever reason I decided that Saturday was Sunday, Sunday was Monday, and Monday was Tuesday. Not the worse thing in the world or even that annoying, except for the fact that I had a meeting on Tuesday to discuss meeting on Tuesdays (I <3 Unitarians) which I attempted to attend on Monday. I came to the right spot but saw the wrong people there.
"Is this the Tuesday meeting?" I asked someone I knew.
"No Devin. The Tuesday meeting is on Tuesday."
I'm awesome.
Hey
mustangem82 and
msmcknittington (and everyone else)! I might have to find copies of this for your birthdays.
In my efforts to make my apartment feel more homey, I've gotten into interior decorating a bit. Nothing too fancy. I just want to make a real set of curtains instead of my improvised ones (which look great for what they are), put up some pictures and paintings I selected, and maybe paint my bedroom something other than white. I'm also trying to do it in phases so I don't go broke. Considering my current pay rate and my current bills I should be done just in time to move out.
I'm getting too good at this mug hunting thing. I managed to locate the Indy and Chicago mugs on my recent trip without going out of my way at all. Thank you for over-expanding, Starbucks though why the hell you wouldn't send mugs to the Starbucks next to the Chicago area Ikea but would send them to the store two exits up confuses the hell out of me. Ikea=out of town traffic. Out of town traffic=idiots like me who collect cheesy souvenirs.
I also have
frogcastle out hunting for the L.A., Portland, and Columbus mugs as we speak. She thinks she's going to those places for family reunions, but I know the truth. The truth is she's way too kind and really doesn't have to do what she's doing and I really appreciate it.
I'm going to need a bigger mug shelf.
Who wants to see pictures of me with a gunblade? Yes, a gun-blade. A sword with a gun attached to it because in Japan (at least in the Square-Enix company), swords are better than guns. Someone's wearing a bulletproof vest? Well, they didn't say it was sword-proof now did they? Dayna's husband gave the gunblade to her as a first anniversary gift. Best. Husband. Ever.
Whatever.
Note to self: ditch the mustache. Maybe.
In case you were wondering, that thing weighs a ton. No Lionheart attacks then. Not without the worst case of tennis elbow ever afterwards.
If you heard some of Dayna's puns, you'd take up arms against her as well.
On your feet, soldier. You've just been drafted. Into a war.
"Is this the Tuesday meeting?" I asked someone I knew.
"No Devin. The Tuesday meeting is on Tuesday."
I'm awesome.
Hey
mustangem82 and
msmcknittington (and everyone else)! I might have to find copies of this for your birthdays.
In my efforts to make my apartment feel more homey, I've gotten into interior decorating a bit. Nothing too fancy. I just want to make a real set of curtains instead of my improvised ones (which look great for what they are), put up some pictures and paintings I selected, and maybe paint my bedroom something other than white. I'm also trying to do it in phases so I don't go broke. Considering my current pay rate and my current bills I should be done just in time to move out.
I'm getting too good at this mug hunting thing. I managed to locate the Indy and Chicago mugs on my recent trip without going out of my way at all. Thank you for over-expanding, Starbucks though why the hell you wouldn't send mugs to the Starbucks next to the Chicago area Ikea but would send them to the store two exits up confuses the hell out of me. Ikea=out of town traffic. Out of town traffic=idiots like me who collect cheesy souvenirs.
I also have
frogcastle out hunting for the L.A., Portland, and Columbus mugs as we speak. She thinks she's going to those places for family reunions, but I know the truth. The truth is she's way too kind and really doesn't have to do what she's doing and I really appreciate it.
I'm going to need a bigger mug shelf.
Who wants to see pictures of me with a gunblade? Yes, a gun-blade. A sword with a gun attached to it because in Japan (at least in the Square-Enix company), swords are better than guns. Someone's wearing a bulletproof vest? Well, they didn't say it was sword-proof now did they? Dayna's husband gave the gunblade to her as a first anniversary gift. Best. Husband. Ever.
Whatever.
Note to self: ditch the mustache. Maybe.
In case you were wondering, that thing weighs a ton. No Lionheart attacks then. Not without the worst case of tennis elbow ever afterwards.
If you heard some of Dayna's puns, you'd take up arms against her as well.
On your feet, soldier. You've just been drafted. Into a war.