Peace on earth, and mercy mild...
Christ on a bike. My treadmill has been broken for a MONTH, and I'm being sent in circles between the repair guy, who's telling me the membrane needs to be switched, and oh maybe the machine needs to be calibrated....and the associate from Pacemaster who seems quite concerned, and yet, STILL ISN'T DOING ANYTHING. We've been corresponding for three weeks, he's apologized for the machine's malfunction has told me it's quite rare for Pacemaster products to break down like that, which is great...but still. The machine is still broken. Rare, but still fucking broken. And nothing has been done to fix it.
That was my rant of the day. Now must be happy, for Christmas IS COMING!
Yesterday was a whole lotta bit o'something that could have resembled fun. It wasn't as bad as I thought, and was really quite amusing when some of them started to get really, really sloshed. Nobody drove, so I didn't throw a fit. One of the younger girls was hanging off of every male in there, including my sister's fiance at one point (he was thoroughly disgusted). And for the grand finale, as she was walking down the steps, she tripped on one and tumbled down the next seven. I was thoroughly amused, she fell face first on the floor and started laughing like a hyena, then she rolled around there for awhile. It was interesting.
Me, not wanting to put my make up on. I wasn't in the mood to get all dolled up.
But I did anyway. I did it on my own terms though, I went neutral. usually for evening make up I do somehting really dramatic around my eyes, charcoal or black eyeshadow. I went really neutral, it was my way of protesting being forced to socialize with people I wouldn't normally socialize with. Not that anybody really cares about the political process of putting on my eyeshadow.
But it is neutral. See? That's three eyshadows, man. Da Bling, somethingcopperthatIcan'trememberthenameof, and Sable from Mac. Go me. (I seriously don't know why I'm stuck on this eyeshadow thing. It's bitterness, I tell you).
This would have been a great picture, if my sister and I hadn't been...well, us. And in typical "us" fashion, we positioned the camera wrong and it cut off the top of our heads. Yeah. Oopsie. Do we look alike? Everybody always thinks I'm the older one, for some reason. I'm still not sure why. In any case, we got a lot of drunken "HEYYYYYYyyyyyy, are you gals siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiistersth?" last night.
*throws mistletoe*
That was my rant of the day. Now must be happy, for Christmas IS COMING!
Yesterday was a whole lotta bit o'something that could have resembled fun. It wasn't as bad as I thought, and was really quite amusing when some of them started to get really, really sloshed. Nobody drove, so I didn't throw a fit. One of the younger girls was hanging off of every male in there, including my sister's fiance at one point (he was thoroughly disgusted). And for the grand finale, as she was walking down the steps, she tripped on one and tumbled down the next seven. I was thoroughly amused, she fell face first on the floor and started laughing like a hyena, then she rolled around there for awhile. It was interesting.
Me, not wanting to put my make up on. I wasn't in the mood to get all dolled up.
But I did anyway. I did it on my own terms though, I went neutral. usually for evening make up I do somehting really dramatic around my eyes, charcoal or black eyeshadow. I went really neutral, it was my way of protesting being forced to socialize with people I wouldn't normally socialize with. Not that anybody really cares about the political process of putting on my eyeshadow.
But it is neutral. See? That's three eyshadows, man. Da Bling, somethingcopperthatIcan'trememberthenameof, and Sable from Mac. Go me. (I seriously don't know why I'm stuck on this eyeshadow thing. It's bitterness, I tell you).
This would have been a great picture, if my sister and I hadn't been...well, us. And in typical "us" fashion, we positioned the camera wrong and it cut off the top of our heads. Yeah. Oopsie. Do we look alike? Everybody always thinks I'm the older one, for some reason. I'm still not sure why. In any case, we got a lot of drunken "HEYYYYYYyyyyyy, are you gals siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiistersth?" last night.
*throws mistletoe*