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Fucking hurricane crap. And it isn't even a hurricane, just a big ol' soggy mess that's going to lounge offshore and suck up the heat like a little goth girl savoring her Prozac, then leisurely wander overhead and stick around all weekend, dumping rain all over us and generally ruining the weekend.
And once again they've got the name all wrong. Katrina? What? Katrina is all about sunshine. Don't tell me I have to diagram this for you.
Katrina is the generic out-of-reach cute blonde girl everyone knew in middle school. Not a miserable-ass grey cloud of rainy, shitty despair. This thing should be tropical storm Frau Blücher, or maybe hurricane Fester. Blah.
Ariel's back home, just in time apparently. The apartment is empty now, oddly quiet.
And Sunset started fucking up, almost as if on cue, just as she was leaving. I think I've traced the problem to her power supply. The thing is emitting an unbearable squeal. Maybe a bad fan bearing, but it almost sounds more like an electrical arc or something. So she's shut down for now. Would you like to know how much I feel like tearing her apart to replace a power supply? No? Me either.
Allison's parents are in town visiting her, and of course the stupid storm is going to delay their flight home, so it looks like they'll be here an extra couple of days just long enough to ruin our plans together for the weekend.
I want to keep pushing forward with this website work, but I just know I'll lose power the minute I get into it. Fritzenrackenshit.
Oh, and who put this dumb-ass "tag" feature into LJ? I mean, what the fuck? Who gives a shit. I keep accidentally putting the music data into that box, or clicking the "edit tags" button instead of the little pencil.
And once again they've got the name all wrong. Katrina? What? Katrina is all about sunshine. Don't tell me I have to diagram this for you.
Katrina is the generic out-of-reach cute blonde girl everyone knew in middle school. Not a miserable-ass grey cloud of rainy, shitty despair. This thing should be tropical storm Frau Blücher, or maybe hurricane Fester. Blah.
Ariel's back home, just in time apparently. The apartment is empty now, oddly quiet.
And Sunset started fucking up, almost as if on cue, just as she was leaving. I think I've traced the problem to her power supply. The thing is emitting an unbearable squeal. Maybe a bad fan bearing, but it almost sounds more like an electrical arc or something. So she's shut down for now. Would you like to know how much I feel like tearing her apart to replace a power supply? No? Me either.
Allison's parents are in town visiting her, and of course the stupid storm is going to delay their flight home, so it looks like they'll be here an extra couple of days just long enough to ruin our plans together for the weekend.
I want to keep pushing forward with this website work, but I just know I'll lose power the minute I get into it. Fritzenrackenshit.
Oh, and who put this dumb-ass "tag" feature into LJ? I mean, what the fuck? Who gives a shit. I keep accidentally putting the music data into that box, or clicking the "edit tags" button instead of the little pencil.