i should not be allowed to access weather.com
somebody put a firewall in place, okay: is it just me, or does it look like hanna's just hanging around the tropics waiting for ike to catch up so that they might merge into one giant world-ending storm? 'cause hanna hasn't moved in like. three days, but ike's bookin' it to get to where she is. !!! i guess we'll see!
your favorite place to play reopens at 3p today: yesterday, my supervisor tried to call me in for work today. i explained to her that as wednesday is normally my day off, i had a psych appt at 2p. which they confirmed with me yesterday morning, then called this morning and told me my therapist actually hadn't made it back in yet. also, no. i hate my job, did you actually think i'd come back a day early? i was hoping the hurricane would BLOW IT AWAY, did you *really* think i'd come in today. no, thanks, i'll be in as scheduled tomorrow at 2p. perhaps if i were y'know. a salaried supervisor. bitches.
so i finally watched antm cycle kiss my fat ass: dudes, how did whitney even win? like, i knew it was because tyra finally let the full-figured girl win once she herself was full-figured, but she didn't even *remotely* have the chops to back it up! like, it was totally an unfair win! toccara deserved it more! whatevs, i can't wait to see the tranny this cycle. she's *hot*.
where was jon on the birthday?: dear brendon urie: please always hang on pete like it's the last time you'll ever see him. dear spencer smith: please always make talking in someone's ear look like the most intimate act on earth. dear ryan ross: please never, ever change your face, ever. dear pete wentz: please continue being my favorite thing to ever exist on this earth. thanks. ps: everyone's read the brendon/spencer obvious failboats in love thing by sunsetmog_fics, yes? brendonnnnnn.
your favorite place to play reopens at 3p today: yesterday, my supervisor tried to call me in for work today. i explained to her that as wednesday is normally my day off, i had a psych appt at 2p. which they confirmed with me yesterday morning, then called this morning and told me my therapist actually hadn't made it back in yet. also, no. i hate my job, did you actually think i'd come back a day early? i was hoping the hurricane would BLOW IT AWAY, did you *really* think i'd come in today. no, thanks, i'll be in as scheduled tomorrow at 2p. perhaps if i were y'know. a salaried supervisor. bitches.
so i finally watched antm cycle kiss my fat ass: dudes, how did whitney even win? like, i knew it was because tyra finally let the full-figured girl win once she herself was full-figured, but she didn't even *remotely* have the chops to back it up! like, it was totally an unfair win! toccara deserved it more! whatevs, i can't wait to see the tranny this cycle. she's *hot*.
where was jon on the birthday?: dear brendon urie: please always hang on pete like it's the last time you'll ever see him. dear spencer smith: please always make talking in someone's ear look like the most intimate act on earth. dear ryan ross: please never, ever change your face, ever. dear pete wentz: please continue being my favorite thing to ever exist on this earth. thanks. ps: everyone's read the brendon/spencer obvious failboats in love thing by sunsetmog_fics, yes? brendonnnnnn.