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Monday, 14 May 2007 22:21My family is back home safely. Wheeee! I missed them for about twenty minutes, then was like "hmm, it's nice to get back to my routine."
I have my mother's approval for where and how I live (besides not having a job). Not that I needed it, but it's nice to have. One less battle to fight, and that's always a good thing. They seemed to have a fun time and it went better than expected. Except that I've learned that it's pretty much genetic that women in my family get snarky when they're tired and hungry and have to pee.
Poor Andrew had to go with us to Canal Street - which is famous for having thousands of ripoff designer bags. I got a nice dusty pink messenger bag because my old one has totally gone kaput.
I also walked into a surprise moving sale at Kate's Paperie in Manhattan yesterday. Z.O.M.G. It is proof positive that there is a God and that God loves me and wants me to be happy. Nice, ivory-paper leather journals at ten and fifteen dollars a pop. *faints*. In a perfect world,
denoue_moi would have been with me, because a lot of stuff there (not just journals) would've rocked their world at greatly discounted price.
I now vow to stop reading the comments at
cat_macros. Apparently if your cat macro is less than the height of tasteless humor, expect people to get catty (pun lulz!). Also, apparently they will accuse you of being a fat housewife. I didn't know you could tell someone's occupation and weight by their macros, but what do I know? The intarwebs is wiser than I.
You know how there's that old adage: "arguing on the internet is like being in the Special Olympics, even if you win, you're still retarded" - that's totally wrong. If you're in the Special Olympics, you win something worth winning and you do it for a great cause. Also, the Special Olympics people win at life. People who get rude about cat macros and turn them into SRS BIZNESS fail on a scale hitherto unknown to modern science.
I'm tired of this whole offensive = funny thing that's going on. Yes, you can type the word "fag" and put it on a picture of a cat. Would you like a cookie? If I gave it to you, would it keep you otherwise occupied and off the internet? *sigh*
Like I said, no more reading the comments. Macros only. And if they're not funny (GASP!) then I'll scroll down like a sane person.
I have my mother's approval for where and how I live (besides not having a job). Not that I needed it, but it's nice to have. One less battle to fight, and that's always a good thing. They seemed to have a fun time and it went better than expected. Except that I've learned that it's pretty much genetic that women in my family get snarky when they're tired and hungry and have to pee.
Poor Andrew had to go with us to Canal Street - which is famous for having thousands of ripoff designer bags. I got a nice dusty pink messenger bag because my old one has totally gone kaput.
I also walked into a surprise moving sale at Kate's Paperie in Manhattan yesterday. Z.O.M.G. It is proof positive that there is a God and that God loves me and wants me to be happy. Nice, ivory-paper leather journals at ten and fifteen dollars a pop. *faints*. In a perfect world,
I now vow to stop reading the comments at
You know how there's that old adage: "arguing on the internet is like being in the Special Olympics, even if you win, you're still retarded" - that's totally wrong. If you're in the Special Olympics, you win something worth winning and you do it for a great cause. Also, the Special Olympics people win at life. People who get rude about cat macros and turn them into SRS BIZNESS fail on a scale hitherto unknown to modern science.
I'm tired of this whole offensive = funny thing that's going on. Yes, you can type the word "fag" and put it on a picture of a cat. Would you like a cookie? If I gave it to you, would it keep you otherwise occupied and off the internet? *sigh*
Like I said, no more reading the comments. Macros only. And if they're not funny (GASP!) then I'll scroll down like a sane person.