I can too have a song called "It's Not A Fashion Statement, It's A Fucking Death Wish" if I want on my playlist. I'm familiar with the word fuck, thanks. I know what it means, I use it a lot, I use it at work, I am down with the word fuck. Plz to not be censoring my songs, bitch. "It's Not A Fashion Statement, It's A Death Wish" is just sort of...lacking.
Additionally, while I realise that you were programmed by someone who did not necessarily spell, or however the fuck you retrieve names from your database, 'enough" is not spelled 'enought'. Really. I promise.
GOOD things:
- Machines of Destiny is hellaciously fun.
- I got promoted.
- I got an over-cost-of-living raise. (You don't understand what this means until you realise that I have never worked somewhere long enough to get a raise before. I don't know how, since I've been working since I was eighteen, all of twelve years ago, but the only time I've EVER gotten an in-job raise was when I worked in fast food and the minimum wage went up.)
- I found my author's blog. I AM WATCHING YOU.
- I went and saw a very good movie that you all should see when it comes out, called Fracture. VERY FUCKING GOOD.
BAD things:
-
graeae's phone is broken.
- I have to reject people from my open call because they weren't good enough. I do not like this, sam-I-am, I do not like it.
- My vocabulary feels limited with only six icons.
- I owe
nyghtshayde and
apiphile meme-replies.
I feel a whole lot better than I did yesterday.
I think I should have a blog with which to friend/find authors, because I want to be able to bitch about work in this one, and I'm not sure what I should call it. It would amuse me to no end to use a sock journal I made ages ago but that seems...unprofessional, given the name.
Additionally, while I realise that you were programmed by someone who did not necessarily spell, or however the fuck you retrieve names from your database, 'enough" is not spelled 'enought'. Really. I promise.
GOOD things:
- Machines of Destiny is hellaciously fun.
- I got promoted.
- I got an over-cost-of-living raise. (You don't understand what this means until you realise that I have never worked somewhere long enough to get a raise before. I don't know how, since I've been working since I was eighteen, all of twelve years ago, but the only time I've EVER gotten an in-job raise was when I worked in fast food and the minimum wage went up.)
- I found my author's blog. I AM WATCHING YOU.
- I went and saw a very good movie that you all should see when it comes out, called Fracture. VERY FUCKING GOOD.
BAD things:
-
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- I have to reject people from my open call because they weren't good enough. I do not like this, sam-I-am, I do not like it.
- My vocabulary feels limited with only six icons.
- I owe
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I feel a whole lot better than I did yesterday.
I think I should have a blog with which to friend/find authors, because I want to be able to bitch about work in this one, and I'm not sure what I should call it. It would amuse me to no end to use a sock journal I made ages ago but that seems...unprofessional, given the name.
From:
Firstly...
Secondly...which meme do you owe?