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| | It's amazing how in one second, all your shit just gets turned upside-down. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| I CAN HAS A WII? AND A ROCK BAND?
I CAN. I CAN HAS.
[And it only cost ME $15. How did I manage to finoogle that...] | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I have seven shirts in my Threadless cart. They are as follows:
 
 
 
They total $84. There is a sale going on, which is awesome, but that's still a bit more than I'd like to spend. I need some help to narrow down the selection to maybe three or four...or five...or...Idk. [I always end up buying more than I mean to when Threadless has sales, so it wouldn't surprise me if I end up with said $84 charge on my card and some Feelings Of Regret later on anyway. :/]
So here's where you come in: Leave a comment and vote for the design[s] you like. Vote for as many as you want...one or none or all or several. [Except that two of those options won't actually help me at all.]
A few fun facts!:
1. Each of the pictures above links to the page of its shirt, so you can see them in moar ~detail if you wish.
2. One of these designs comes on a purple shirt OR a grey hoodie. I could go for either. Yes, ignore how it costs $18 more and that kind of completely defeats the purpose of this post.
3. I have a fucking lot of blue shirts already.
4. I liked the pink one a lot more when it came in grey and lime green. :( But I also haven't owned any pink [or purple, for that matter] clothing since I was a wee kidthing, so that would be an exciting step in my Becoming An Actually Girlthing.
5. Two of these shirts I am definitely getting, no matter how many votes they get.
6. One of these shirts I've literally been waiting years for them to reprint.
<tangent>I stumbled upon it back when I got my very first Threadless shirt ever, Monster Wash, in the summer of 2006. I was too stupid to buy it then [also, too not-having-my-own-bank-account-and-plastic-money, but, you know], and it sold out. I sadpandafaced, but remembered it, because it was Just That Awesome. Every time I went to the Threadless site for whatever reason, I would go find the sold-out page for that particular shirt and click "Reprint me plz!" I don't know how many requests it takes to get a shirt reprinted, but I can guarantee you that at least fifteen of the ones on that one came from me.</tangent>
7. I'm a little bummed because this is only the first day of the sale, and I know Threadless does sheisty stuff like rolling out sweet deals later on in their epic sales...but I MUST HAVE THEM NOW. Also, one of them is close to selling out in my size, so I must hurry!
Thanks in advance if you choose to participate!
I also want you all to know that I just had the most amazing peanut butter chocolate pie ever.
I find it amusing how every time I do something with html more complicated than <i> and so on, I forget how and have to re-teach myself. :/ And I did it the totally ghetto way with eight hundred <small> tags because I didn't feel like looking up how to make a table to space my images. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Current Music: | ~I have a total crush on you, Max Bemis, if only I could let you know!~ | | Time: | 01:33 pm | | Current Mood: | muhhhh. |
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| Fun fact! ...That I just realized.
The last two posts I made are about [or at least inadvertently mention in the way that they sort of center around] the same person.
And I am handling this ~crush~*~ the same way I always do, which is to say not really handling it at all. Mostly acting like nothing is happening in the hopes [but not really] that it will go away, or something will happen for me.
And eventually it will, and I will be disappointed, and a little mad at myself, and I'll say 'that was a stupid way to do things. next time I am going to do something about it.' But I won't. I never do.
I am doomed.
[At the very least, hopefully, it won't be a replay of this time and fairly exact same situation last year. That still kind of hurts/sucks sometimes, at random inappropriate moments. Ugh.] | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Time: | 09:14 am | | Current Mood: | stupid. and gurgley. |
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| Would anyone like to come to FBX and buy at least 100 men's sherpa hoodies?
[No, that would be helping him out, and he's a chump.]
Would anyone like to come to FBX and choke a stupid skank bitch?
[No, it's not her fault, she's married.]
...I'm jealous. :/ It is not a good look on me. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Time: | 09:10 am | | Current Mood: | grumbleglargle |
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| I turned Olde today.
[Nobody noticed.]
[I didn't want anyone to notice, because I hate these people and I don't want to have to be falsely gracious to them while they're falsely cheery for me.]
[But it still kind of sucks.]
[[Especially because it's somebody else's birthday today, who has only worked here a month, and they got him a cake and "monster" cookies and two three! [one was hiding] different kinds of rice krispie treats and something wrapped in foil that smells awesome and I am afraid to look at.]]
I am so bitter. :/ | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| So, my mom seems to think she's going to be this for Halloween.
She also seems to think that stumbling and fumbling into placing one random bid on ebay makes her the all-knowledgeable queen of the Internet and All Technology Ever.
She also-also seems to think it's okay to ~sneak in my room and hijack my computer whenever I'm not here. She's done this every day I've had work for the past week. And every time, she manages to ruin something.
The first time, she picked it up and walked away, not realizing that lappies aren't, you know, alive, and that they have to be plugged in, and that they will die if you leave them unplugged for too long. I came back to find half of the power cord still in the wall, and the other half wrapped around the computer back on the desk. [Which means she didn't just unplug it, she fucking YANKED on it. :|] So it crashed, and I lost everything I was working on [conversations, fic-writing, etc].
The next time, she managed to open her page in a TAB on my browser [which also means she definitely saw whatever horrible thing I was looking at last o_o], but not realize that you need to close the TAB and not the WHOLE WINDOW when you're done. Something like 10-12 tabs of fic-reading lost there. Thanks. [Because Firefox recalls your tabs for you if it crashes, but not if you click the x to close it "intentionally."]
This time, though, was the worst.
I come home from work, and she's whining [from my room, the first thing that tipped me off that Something Is Not Right] that the thing she originally bid $6 on is now up to $40, and she doesn't want to pay that much, but she ~~~*~*waaAAANNTSS IT*~!!1 :(:(, etc. And I'm just like... "wtf. wtf. wtf r u doing on my computer? again. away! I do not want you to see things on it." And she asks, "Are you done for the day, or just on your lunch break?" And I'm like *squint* "What does that have to do with anything?" And here's the killer: "Because if you only have an hour, I'll let you use it and come back and look later. But if you're off for the day, then I'll just keep looking now."
WHAT.
WHAT.
NO YOU WON'T.
YOU'RE ON MY FUCKING PROPERTY, WITHOUT PERMISSION, FOR THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK, WHEN I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT THE LAST TWO TIMES.
And I wouldn't even mind her USING it, if she would ask first, and give me a chance to hide all the, you know, TEXTUAL GAY PORN AND PICTURES OF PETE WENTZ'S PENIS AND ALL. And if she wouldn't manage to break FUCKING EVERYTHING every time she touches it!
Today. Today she managed to crash three different programs [and one of them was iTunes. what the f was she even doing in there? besides being inept], break the internet connection [which is password-protected, yes, but saved and always-on, so no need to touch it ever] and open [and leave open] about eight different help dialogs and Windows settings trying to fix it, add a bunch of unnecessary taskbars to my desktop that took forever for me to sort out and get rid of [I suspect by doing a lot of errant dragging-and-dropping, because ~*THE LAPPY MOUSEPAD IS TOO HARD TO USE*~], and completely change the style, layout, and colors of my entire Windows scheme. [Yes, I know Windows Vista is all new and ~scary and not like whatever ancient crap you run at work, but making it look like old Windows doesn't make it run like old Windows. That Is Not How Technology Works.]
...Oh yeah, and open up about four different copies [windows] of Firefox to do her ~business in, AND STILL MANAGE TO "ACCIDENTALLY" CLOSE THE ONE I WAS WORKING IN. AGAIN. Buh-bye another four fic tabs.
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And she did all of this while sitting/laying on my bed in her robe. And nothing else. THANKS, THANKS FOR GETTING YOUR VAG ALL OVER MY BED. YOU KNOW, IF I WANTED TO CATCH THE NASTY SKANKY LARRYFUCK DISEASES YOU HARBOR UP THERE, I'D GO FUCK HIM MYSELF.
>=|
GTFO.
...Yep, so, I'm definitely password-locking my computer when I go back to work, or anywhere at all ever from now on. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Cobra Starshit is so embarrasingly bad. I'm ashamed to say I ever liked them, even just a marginal little bit. [In the past, when they sucked less.]
>:| | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Subject: | D:< | | Time: | 03:14 am | | Current Mood: | h8ing |
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| | Are the Jonas Brothers legitimately part of bandom, now? Seriously, you guys? | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| Current Music: | shittiest mix cd ever. EVER. | | Time: | 09:07 am | | Current Mood: | doom |
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| Well, shit.
Not again.
:/ | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Time: | 10:00 am | | Current Mood: | a'flail |
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| Yaaaaaay!
So, after a bit of internet and mother finoogling, I get to see the Get Up Kids tonight, too! [The 'too' is in addition to Brand New a few days ago.]
So, like, how cosmic is that shit? | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| Time: | 05:47 am | | Current Mood: | FFFFFFFFF |
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| Today
I am going to make the entire world die
WITH MY MIND. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Current Music: | [I forgave them for their awful album] | | Time: | 03:41 pm | | Current Mood: | pika-chuuuuu~ |
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| BRAND NEW!!!!!!!!!
FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH!!!!!
[Etc.]
Again. Except not really "again" since it didn't happen the last time. [People on their facebook page are still lolling about that: "OMG GOT EATED BY A VOLCANO HAW HAW HAW THAT IS SO GREAT" >:|].
Funny thing about it, too? The Get Up Kids are playing two days later. And I could totally go to that too. But I'm not sure I wanna spend $60 on it.
All right, that's it.
[I probably should have mentioned the whole vacation thing I'm going on that even makes this possible, right? But I am too lazy.]
Off to play Pokey-man Snap. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Do me a favor. Tell someone you like them. Even if it's just friendlyish-like, or someone in your family, or you're pretty sure they already know. Just say it to them. You'd be surprised at the difference a few words make. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Aww, Glee. So bad it's good, and so good it's great.
...Although, would it kill America to make a show that even just sort of remotely accurately/realistically portrays the high school experience? | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Dear god jesus fucking fuck, Brand New, what the fuck happened to you?! D:
[Unless the ~leak~ I downloaded isn't really them and I've been, I don't know, Rickrolled or something.]
Edit 2.07pm: All right, the next few songs have been more...musical and all right and less omgwtfisgoingonaaaaahh. However...
Both TBS and Brand New got Olde and released loud, spazzy, fast, Angry albums this year. I wonder if that is also my cue to admit I am Olde and become Angry. Since, you know, I followed them and they influenced me all through my Immature, Retarded "Punk" preteen years, my Emo teenage years, and my Growing Up and Getting Serious post-high school years.
Huh.
Edit: 2.32pm: All right, listened to the rest of it, and my overall feeling is "what? whaaaaaat? are you serious?"
I'm really torn between two horrifying thoughts: "Do they really hate us this much?" [to release such a terrible album] or "Do they really think this is good? DDD:" [Which might actually be worse, because it means they've Gone Insane. Finally. It's not like we didn't see it coming.]
I mean, there were a few good dece songs, but I'm kind hoping this is, like, an April Fools or something, and when they put out the actual physical disk in three weeks, it'll have totally different songs on it. :( [Emphasis on songs there. Not just Noise and Screaming. :/] | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Subject: | Caw Mr Seagull | | Time: | 03:35 pm | | Current Mood: | didn't cry. am a robot. |
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| PATRICK IS BFFs WITH A SEAGULL.
ASHFLJKFSAHJFASHJK.
MOST RIDICUTARDED CONCEPT EVER
BUT ALSO ~AWWWWWWW~~~.
[But of course Pete would have to be like 'no. I'm the dark angsty dramatic one. I have to die while everyone else is getting saved.' Ugh.]
So, anyone see Patrick/Seagull fic in the near future? That's...just weird and random enough that I might take a stab at it myself. [Except, you know, I totally won't.] | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Time: | 08:13 pm | | Current Mood: | choking to death on it |
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| The environment is positively toxic.
D: | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| Time: | 11:19 am | | Current Mood: | gurglemurk. :[ |
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| My lungs are full of tiny pieces of forest!
Edit 3.27pm: Seriously, my ~respiration~ is all sorts of fucked up. Hooray for biking six miles in it today!
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a handshake, or an embrace, or a kiss on the cheek
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