I want...

a white chocolate hot chocolate
a peanut butter milkshake
a new cd or five
a new book or five
to go to a movie
a tank of gas
lunch at an actual omg restaurant
to buy some birthday gifts
to go garage saling
to rent a movie
to buy a movie
ice cream
the perfect item of clothing that makes my life perfect
one of those cheeseballs with nuts on
a lube/oil/filter for my car

However, though I have the money for probably all of these things at once, with some practicality in the matter (used cds/movies, cheaper books, not shopping at Hot Topic) I can't have any of them.

Why?

Because my debit card number (not other information, just the number) got stolen in June. I was notified on the 23rd that they would autosend me a new card and PIN. They were going to shut the cards down ten days past the date of notification, but kept them open until the fifth.

Do I have a new card yet? No. Who takes checks? Certainly not the gas station, nor the espresso stand. At LEAST.

*sighs* Off to do laundry so I have actual clothes, then off to the bank. SO I CAN HAVE GAS FOR MY CAR.

I fucking hate hackers. Bitches.

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It is not possible to say that someone died without it sounding like an excuse any more, is it?

And here I was simply explaining why my week has been crap.

I like to Spamalot!

- if your away message says "In and Out!" I will either think you are a porn star or Kevin Kline. There are no other options.

- my dogs are cute. And it's even better that I was woken up omgwtfbbqaflac early this morning by my father's alarm clock (the first rule of going out of town is turn off the alarm clock or I will unplug it to make sure this doesn't happen tomorrow) and not by a dog nose in my mouth.

- my inbox is in a state of omgwtfbbqaflac too. Today is partly devoted to answering emails.

- I am going to go out and buy everything on my goddamn list JUST BECAUSE. Well, not really, but some of it.

- I have a kind of cute email from someone checking that I am not going to destroy the heart of someone else. I was a bit annoyed last night, but today I guess it's cute. Protective. Protective is good.

- The real reason I have heard The Speech from Boondock Saints about seven times this morning is a) I have three versions of it; b) I am not listening to my iTunes, which has BDS in the library. I am listening to WMP, which is repeating the folder over and over and over. I am a slow children this morning, thank you very much.

- no one else is awake. Boo.

- Norman Reedus.