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Ugh.
I was absolutely fine like... early last week. Me and Setsuna went to a wax museum 'cause our internet was shot to hell.
Never trust a museum with $3 tickets and free cheeseburgers. As it turned out, the museum curator wanted to use our corpses as the base for a new, gay wax exhibit. I kid you not.
After a lot of haphazard running around and hiding and pretending to be wax statues and thinking the other person had already gotten the wax treatment, etc., and one convenient heart attack later, we were thankfully out the door to that place.
Then we drove home and I went straight to bed since I'd had enough crazy crap for one day.
And woke up three hours later like this.
I've been a girl before. ... Not very often 'cause it's annoying to deal with, but it's happened. I figured after a day or two I'd get back to normal, no problem, no need to waste money on bras and clothes that actually fit.
Yeah. No.
Nothing quite so irritating as a bunch of twelve-year-olds banging on your door yelling about how they'll go lesbian for you.
Except maybe getting jumped on at every opportunity.
Or maybe spending four fucking hours on the phone trying to get your internet service fixed.
And getting people in India or Texas or Russia on the other line that speak worse than pidgin English going "Pleese hold Miss Sakuya" when I don't want to fucking hold, I want to absolutely kill them and then when I told them so they just kept telling me to hold or connect me to another fucking number or one I've already written down and I told them they could go to hell and I'd be very glad to take them there and what do I get.
"Pleeese hold Miss Sakuya."
The phone and the wall aren't exactly connected anymore.
Setsuna got some stuff from the drugstore but I had to go with him to make sure he got everything right. I think the drugstore guy was laughing at him or something but I glared him into stopping that crap.
I need another smoke.
I was absolutely fine like... early last week. Me and Setsuna went to a wax museum 'cause our internet was shot to hell.
Never trust a museum with $3 tickets and free cheeseburgers. As it turned out, the museum curator wanted to use our corpses as the base for a new, gay wax exhibit. I kid you not.
After a lot of haphazard running around and hiding and pretending to be wax statues and thinking the other person had already gotten the wax treatment, etc., and one convenient heart attack later, we were thankfully out the door to that place.
Then we drove home and I went straight to bed since I'd had enough crazy crap for one day.
And woke up three hours later like this.
I've been a girl before. ... Not very often 'cause it's annoying to deal with, but it's happened. I figured after a day or two I'd get back to normal, no problem, no need to waste money on bras and clothes that actually fit.
Yeah. No.
Nothing quite so irritating as a bunch of twelve-year-olds banging on your door yelling about how they'll go lesbian for you.
Except maybe getting jumped on at every opportunity.
Or maybe spending four fucking hours on the phone trying to get your internet service fixed.
And getting people in India or Texas or Russia on the other line that speak worse than pidgin English going "Pleese hold Miss Sakuya" when I don't want to fucking hold, I want to absolutely kill them and then when I told them so they just kept telling me to hold or connect me to another fucking number or one I've already written down and I told them they could go to hell and I'd be very glad to take them there and what do I get.
"Pleeese hold Miss Sakuya."
The phone and the wall aren't exactly connected anymore.
Setsuna got some stuff from the drugstore but I had to go with him to make sure he got everything right. I think the drugstore guy was laughing at him or something but I glared him into stopping that crap.
I need another smoke.