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channonyarrow) wrote2004-03-05 10:53 am
channonyarrow) wrote2004-03-05 10:53 am
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And our tails grow back
Clearly I need to own fewer things. I am not capable of doing anything other than losing them all.
Currently, I've left my spiky collar on the bus (which means either attempt to recover it from Metro, or buy a new one, which will be fun as it entails a trip to Capitol Hill, not the easiest of destinations when you're on bus) and totally lost the spreadsheet that we've been working on since OCTOBER! It's got 900+ entries! The version I'm working from is scarily outdated and I'm not sure what's happening, but that's okay because the project is in process of cancellation and then I've lost my job anyway.
And as a result of yesterday's hysteria (see: I No Longer Give A Fuck About My Family) I am a) short on hours, and b) unable to go out for either coffee or drinks with two people who both wanted to see me tonight because my brother's leaving thing was supposed to be YESTERDAY, but no, we were faffing around in Longview for my evil dying grandfather, and if I had anything to say about it, someone would put a pillow over the man's face and press.
Or maybe inject an airbubble into his system.
I begin to suspect that my EQ quiz results (I got a walloping 18, where average is 45) may be accurate. I score LOWER than high-functioning autists and people with Asperger's syndrome.
This may be why I don't care.
Oh, and a final amusing note (no, this post is entirely composed of references to things that I've never written about, why?) my sister and Illegal Alien Boyfriend (He loves her. Really.) are apparently discussing getting married. And she thinks that I'll perform the ceremony.
I think she's getting taken for a ride and want no part in the travesty that will be this "marriage".
I'm moving to Mongolia and leaving no forwarding address. Or maybe I'll just go to sleep for a week. I'm fucking exhausted.
Currently, I've left my spiky collar on the bus (which means either attempt to recover it from Metro, or buy a new one, which will be fun as it entails a trip to Capitol Hill, not the easiest of destinations when you're on bus) and totally lost the spreadsheet that we've been working on since OCTOBER! It's got 900+ entries! The version I'm working from is scarily outdated and I'm not sure what's happening, but that's okay because the project is in process of cancellation and then I've lost my job anyway.
And as a result of yesterday's hysteria (see: I No Longer Give A Fuck About My Family) I am a) short on hours, and b) unable to go out for either coffee or drinks with two people who both wanted to see me tonight because my brother's leaving thing was supposed to be YESTERDAY, but no, we were faffing around in Longview for my evil dying grandfather, and if I had anything to say about it, someone would put a pillow over the man's face and press.
Or maybe inject an airbubble into his system.
I begin to suspect that my EQ quiz results (I got a walloping 18, where average is 45) may be accurate. I score LOWER than high-functioning autists and people with Asperger's syndrome.
This may be why I don't care.
Oh, and a final amusing note (no, this post is entirely composed of references to things that I've never written about, why?) my sister and Illegal Alien Boyfriend (He loves her. Really.) are apparently discussing getting married. And she thinks that I'll perform the ceremony.
I think she's getting taken for a ride and want no part in the travesty that will be this "marriage".
I'm moving to Mongolia and leaving no forwarding address. Or maybe I'll just go to sleep for a week. I'm fucking exhausted.
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Why go to Mongolia when you can simply ty them to the pipes in the basement? *evil grin*.
Now, get some rest, you need it!
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now available in AIM flavour...
piratejumbly
Rah!
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Plainly the situation calls for a judicious application of "The FUCK I will!" or, failing that, feces hurling.
Best applied before the ceremony.
Or not.
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Feces hurling is an option, however. Probably during - make them all think things are going well and then...bam!
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PS Where can you do the EQ Quiz?
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Yeah, England's looking real good.
And I'm not fucking joking about the boyfriend - he came to dinner last night and a) read a magazine at the table (bear in mind, he's met most of us twice and hasn't interacted with us at all) and b) spilled beer in the corner and didn't mention it (we actually thought one of the dogs had peed. Also, he launched into a brief thing on gay marriage and how it should be called union and not marriage, and I thought I just so did not want to come out to the very few remaining members of my family in front of him. He dropped it, but I shouldn't have.
He's such. a. fucking. JERK.
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Problem solved
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Thanks!