*throttles*

[apocalypsos]

I forgot how much fun it is fixing other people's brainless mistakes at work. I wish I could train every person who walks through that front door to make sure they're doing their job correctly and yet ... no. I hate training people. I try to sound like everything's perfectly okay when people screw up doing this mind-numbingly simple job and I end up sounding mocking and derisive.

I need to start doing stomach crunches again for Winchestercon. I kind of want to try working on making my butt smaller, but I like my real-girl ass, damn it.

Oh, how I wish I had gone to the bank before it closed today and gotten up an hour earlier. I would be on the way to the movie theater to see Zoom right freakin' NOW. *sigh*

I have an idea for a Heroes fic, but I don't get to write it until I finish my synopsis. In fact, I'm not letting myself write any fic until I get the goddamn thing finished, so ... you know. *grumbles*

EDIT: Guys are coming out of the woodwork on MySpace to hit on me. I'd complain, but ... well, that last guy was kind of hot.