I forsee this being a problem.
May. 4th, 2006 01:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chocolate_chipHow could I have been so stupid? Why did I think lesboy would take this perfect opportunity to throw out his old, disgusting, expired food, when he could just sit around and wait for the refrigerator people to show up and move it from the old fridge to the new one? x_x Not only that, but he spread his stuff out all over the fridge, as if I don't need to eat or something. (I, not having the luxury of waiting around all day for the new fridge to show up, had put all my food in my parents' fridge.)
All his crap.
Also all his crap.
All of this is his crap as well.
I did take the time before my doctor's appointment though, to push aside the magnetic poetry and put up the Seigaku Princess Collection!
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jagen13. ♥
That is not the worst part, though. After I put up my Seigaku magnets, I noticed a little bit of magnetic poetry next to the freezer handle. It read, "you are hot woman/so kiss me!!!" And my entire being went "WTF EW NO THAT HAD BETTER NOT BE FOR ME." >_> And when I came home from work, there was a "yes" and a "no" magnet underneath it. So I moved the yes magnet far far away. Maybe I should put it down the garbage disposal just to be safe.
Oh, but it gets better! Heather called the dress shop again, and was like, "Um.. we were told our dresses would be here in March, so where are they?" And the answer she got was, "Oh, well the old owner sabotaged all the orders before she left, so they might be coming in soon. Or not. The order might not have gone through at all. We don't know." So tomorrow (today), I get to call them up and bitch at them to get their asses on their computer and FIND our order and tell us EXACTLY when the fuck they will be here, as each of us has already paid them $70 for these piece-of-crap dresses and there's no way we can get new ones by July, since bridesmaids' dresses are apparently hand-sewn by 90-year-old midgets in Tibet using albino unicorn hair or something.
But wait, there's more! The brain is an awesome thing, because while you're driving along at 35 m.p.h. and some idiot soccer mom tries to turn into traffic whenever because she just doesn't feel like waiting for an opening, it can determine, in less time than it takes to blink, that yes, there is enough space between you and the nearest oncoming car to swerve completely into the oncoming lane to avoid said idiot and get back into your own lane safely, and it directs your hand to steer the car to do so faster than you can say "What the shit, bitch?!" Much love for the human brain.
So that was my fun day today.
All his crap.
Also all his crap.
All of this is his crap as well.
I did take the time before my doctor's appointment though, to push aside the magnetic poetry and put up the Seigaku Princess Collection!
Made of awesome by
jagen13. ♥That is not the worst part, though. After I put up my Seigaku magnets, I noticed a little bit of magnetic poetry next to the freezer handle. It read, "you are hot woman/so kiss me!!!" And my entire being went "WTF EW NO THAT HAD BETTER NOT BE FOR ME." >_> And when I came home from work, there was a "yes" and a "no" magnet underneath it. So I moved the yes magnet far far away. Maybe I should put it down the garbage disposal just to be safe.
Oh, but it gets better! Heather called the dress shop again, and was like, "Um.. we were told our dresses would be here in March, so where are they?" And the answer she got was, "Oh, well the old owner sabotaged all the orders before she left, so they might be coming in soon. Or not. The order might not have gone through at all. We don't know." So tomorrow (today), I get to call them up and bitch at them to get their asses on their computer and FIND our order and tell us EXACTLY when the fuck they will be here, as each of us has already paid them $70 for these piece-of-crap dresses and there's no way we can get new ones by July, since bridesmaids' dresses are apparently hand-sewn by 90-year-old midgets in Tibet using albino unicorn hair or something.
But wait, there's more! The brain is an awesome thing, because while you're driving along at 35 m.p.h. and some idiot soccer mom tries to turn into traffic whenever because she just doesn't feel like waiting for an opening, it can determine, in less time than it takes to blink, that yes, there is enough space between you and the nearest oncoming car to swerve completely into the oncoming lane to avoid said idiot and get back into your own lane safely, and it directs your hand to steer the car to do so faster than you can say "What the shit, bitch?!" Much love for the human brain.
So that was my fun day today.
