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Dear Disney,
RE: Cinderella III billboards seen around town.
"What would happen if the slipper didn't fit?" is a relatively ingenious tagline, until one applies two seconds of thought to the matter (almost typed thug, which would also work) and realises that the answer is "It wouldn't be Cinderella, dumbasses."
No love,
Me
*****
I am not actually sure that all my lovely, lovely corset supplies are going to get to me, given that they're being shipped UPS, and I have yet to have proof that UPS can actually deliver a package. The last two times I had UPS-shipped packages, I had to take the day off and wait for them to arrive (in one case, in a power outage) because they gave no indication whatsoever that, unlike FedEx, I could pick up the package at, say, their distribution centre.
I realise this probably makes me incompetent at packaging, but I don't give a fuck. They just tell you they tried to deliver it. Hopefully it's not signature required and it'll be left at the door - or I'll be able to use the damn change-delivery option to change the delivery location.
Someday I will get smart and have everything delivered to work. The guy in shipping adores me anyway, so it's not like it'd be a problem.
Anyway. Today's song is, actually, courtesy of Norman Reedus, whois my special bitch had a post up on whoneedsradio.com a few months ago.
I'm very superficial I hate everything official / Your private life drama, baby, leave me out
RE: Cinderella III billboards seen around town.
"What would happen if the slipper didn't fit?" is a relatively ingenious tagline, until one applies two seconds of thought to the matter (almost typed thug, which would also work) and realises that the answer is "It wouldn't be Cinderella, dumbasses."
No love,
Me
*****
I am not actually sure that all my lovely, lovely corset supplies are going to get to me, given that they're being shipped UPS, and I have yet to have proof that UPS can actually deliver a package. The last two times I had UPS-shipped packages, I had to take the day off and wait for them to arrive (in one case, in a power outage) because they gave no indication whatsoever that, unlike FedEx, I could pick up the package at, say, their distribution centre.
I realise this probably makes me incompetent at packaging, but I don't give a fuck. They just tell you they tried to deliver it. Hopefully it's not signature required and it'll be left at the door - or I'll be able to use the damn change-delivery option to change the delivery location.
Someday I will get smart and have everything delivered to work. The guy in shipping adores me anyway, so it's not like it'd be a problem.
Anyway. Today's song is, actually, courtesy of Norman Reedus, who
I'm very superficial I hate everything official / Your private life drama, baby, leave me out
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UPS is evil. *sporks it* I really hope your supplies get to you quickly, though. *hugs*