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Odd. I can't eat. I'm hungry, I have food, and somehow, the thought of making the effort to actually eat is overwhelming me. I suspect I am too hungry, and will wind up surly and bitching before I manage this task. Fruit juice is clearly in my future.
So, back to work today. Everyone in DHL hates me because they are liars. Now that they are being audited, somehow, miraculously, they sent their badges in a month and a half ago rather than a week and a half ago. However, I have the spreadsheet, and I rule over their tiny attempts to tell lies. Muahahaha!
Tattoo is itching. Perhaps I need another? Actually, this one is pain free, which is cool - start out with the big one over your spine that you cannot scratch because you cannot reach it, and all else is easy as pie compared to it. Have given up any pretense of keeping body ink-free for jobs/social reasons, and will now get tattoos where I damn well please, thank you. I am toying, actually, with the idea of a white ink tattoo on my forearm, but that's a ways in the future, since I am broke, broke, broke.
WTF comment thread is bothering me now; I wish to reveal to people that they have guessed correctly or not, but don't know quite how to go about doing that. Perhaps I'll just say yes or no to their comments.
Also, have to wade through fuckloads of new comment notifys, update all my chars (woohoo), get cracking on the four email rps that have been lying fallow since BEFORE I went on vacation (and apologise like fuck for not following through on what I said I'd do regarding email) and set up GJ accounts for Theodore Nott and Mad Eye Moody, as I am, in my copious free time, joining the Recycled Angels game, and I'd pimp it here, but can't remember the link, so if it's of dire interest to you, let me know, although I will be forced to pimp The Carnivorous Wardrobe as well, since that's my baby.
And, you know what, fuck it, I'm submitting my short. And when I finish Breathe Out, I might turn that into a non-fanfic short. But at least on that one, I'm to a point where I want to finish the next part (hopefully today or tomorrow) and send it to beta.
Fuck it. The only thing stopping me is that I'm afraid someone will hate it, but you know what? No one I've showed my short to hates it, and no one whom I don't know should be able to alter my opinion of myself.
And I didn't even touch on the issue of Angelina Jolie's breasts. I'll do so now, just to briefly state, in conjunction with the earlier "Rules of LJ" post (although this stems from rl): DO NOT WHINE TO ME ABOUT THE SIZE OF YOUR BREASTS. I DO NOT want to hear it. DO NOT tell me that you are SO UPSET that you are now wearing a 38 D, instead of the 36 C you used to wear. Mine are larger, and it pisses me off, and I've taken the only available remedy, short of becoming a body builder and/or developing a steroid addiction. FUCK OFF ABOUT IT ALREADY.
Yes, I'm big in every dimension. I do not care to hear about how you can suddenly not find clothing (or that it's scarily big) because guess what? It's still smaller than what I wear. So fuck you, and fuck you too, God, thanks.
But back to Angelina Jolie - she has nice breasts. I would fight![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nullstr over the job of fondling her breasts for photo shoots.
So, back to work today. Everyone in DHL hates me because they are liars. Now that they are being audited, somehow, miraculously, they sent their badges in a month and a half ago rather than a week and a half ago. However, I have the spreadsheet, and I rule over their tiny attempts to tell lies. Muahahaha!
Tattoo is itching. Perhaps I need another? Actually, this one is pain free, which is cool - start out with the big one over your spine that you cannot scratch because you cannot reach it, and all else is easy as pie compared to it. Have given up any pretense of keeping body ink-free for jobs/social reasons, and will now get tattoos where I damn well please, thank you. I am toying, actually, with the idea of a white ink tattoo on my forearm, but that's a ways in the future, since I am broke, broke, broke.
WTF comment thread is bothering me now; I wish to reveal to people that they have guessed correctly or not, but don't know quite how to go about doing that. Perhaps I'll just say yes or no to their comments.
Also, have to wade through fuckloads of new comment notifys, update all my chars (woohoo), get cracking on the four email rps that have been lying fallow since BEFORE I went on vacation (and apologise like fuck for not following through on what I said I'd do regarding email) and set up GJ accounts for Theodore Nott and Mad Eye Moody, as I am, in my copious free time, joining the Recycled Angels game, and I'd pimp it here, but can't remember the link, so if it's of dire interest to you, let me know, although I will be forced to pimp The Carnivorous Wardrobe as well, since that's my baby.
And, you know what, fuck it, I'm submitting my short. And when I finish Breathe Out, I might turn that into a non-fanfic short. But at least on that one, I'm to a point where I want to finish the next part (hopefully today or tomorrow) and send it to beta.
Fuck it. The only thing stopping me is that I'm afraid someone will hate it, but you know what? No one I've showed my short to hates it, and no one whom I don't know should be able to alter my opinion of myself.
And I didn't even touch on the issue of Angelina Jolie's breasts. I'll do so now, just to briefly state, in conjunction with the earlier "Rules of LJ" post (although this stems from rl): DO NOT WHINE TO ME ABOUT THE SIZE OF YOUR BREASTS. I DO NOT want to hear it. DO NOT tell me that you are SO UPSET that you are now wearing a 38 D, instead of the 36 C you used to wear. Mine are larger, and it pisses me off, and I've taken the only available remedy, short of becoming a body builder and/or developing a steroid addiction. FUCK OFF ABOUT IT ALREADY.
Yes, I'm big in every dimension. I do not care to hear about how you can suddenly not find clothing (or that it's scarily big) because guess what? It's still smaller than what I wear. So fuck you, and fuck you too, God, thanks.
But back to Angelina Jolie - she has nice breasts. I would fight
nullstr over the job of fondling her breasts for photo shoots.
