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(Granted, they're all four-day weekends thanks to my shift, but that just makes it better, see. :))
-- Every once in a while I look around and realize that somewhere along the line I became ridiculously low-maintenance and really thick-skinned. (Well, compared to some of the people I work with, anyway.) Which is just silly, really, because in college I was a hermit who burst into tears at the drop of a hat. So, um, I have that going for me? Hell, I don't know.
-- Would anybody look at me funny if I highly recommended Ice Road Truckers? And I swear I'm not just doing it because I need someone to hold my hand at the sound of cracking ice. No, seriously, I'm not. (Okay, maybe a little.) Come on! It's Canadian truckers bitching about frostbite while driving slowly across frozen lakes. They may crash through! Well, okay, they didn't in the first season -- not all the way through, anyway -- but they might. Don't look at me, man, I'm the idiot who watches reruns she's already seen and is terrified they'll crash through the ice THIS time.
-- Aw, bandslash and popslash people, I love y'all. I have absolutely zero interest in the music, the people, the bands or the fanfic, but God love ya, I like watching people be dorky and fannish over anything. Not to mention that I fully support any fandom that builds so much of its fanfic foundations on hardcore crackfic. (I feel like this is also the time to toss in the fact that I have seen five minutes of High School Musical and was bored to tears and want to see Hairspray but am being held back by the part of my brain that feels that encouraging film versions of Broadway versions of earlier films, particularly earlier films done by John Waters, means that going to see it might lead to a newer version of Cry-Baby. And I watched that movie twice in one weekend a couple of weeks back and forgot how much I adore it and I just CAN'T, dude.)
-- I keep trying to figure out if I'm disappointed that everybody at work yesterday noticed that the skeevy new chick wasn't wearing a bra and yet didn't notice that I wasn't either.
-- Last night at work I kept trying to come up with topics to produce a little meta about and all I could come up with was, "I like Twizzlers."
-- Every once in a while I look around and realize that somewhere along the line I became ridiculously low-maintenance and really thick-skinned. (Well, compared to some of the people I work with, anyway.) Which is just silly, really, because in college I was a hermit who burst into tears at the drop of a hat. So, um, I have that going for me? Hell, I don't know.
-- Would anybody look at me funny if I highly recommended Ice Road Truckers? And I swear I'm not just doing it because I need someone to hold my hand at the sound of cracking ice. No, seriously, I'm not. (Okay, maybe a little.) Come on! It's Canadian truckers bitching about frostbite while driving slowly across frozen lakes. They may crash through! Well, okay, they didn't in the first season -- not all the way through, anyway -- but they might. Don't look at me, man, I'm the idiot who watches reruns she's already seen and is terrified they'll crash through the ice THIS time.
-- Aw, bandslash and popslash people, I love y'all. I have absolutely zero interest in the music, the people, the bands or the fanfic, but God love ya, I like watching people be dorky and fannish over anything. Not to mention that I fully support any fandom that builds so much of its fanfic foundations on hardcore crackfic. (I feel like this is also the time to toss in the fact that I have seen five minutes of High School Musical and was bored to tears and want to see Hairspray but am being held back by the part of my brain that feels that encouraging film versions of Broadway versions of earlier films, particularly earlier films done by John Waters, means that going to see it might lead to a newer version of Cry-Baby. And I watched that movie twice in one weekend a couple of weeks back and forgot how much I adore it and I just CAN'T, dude.)
-- I keep trying to figure out if I'm disappointed that everybody at work yesterday noticed that the skeevy new chick wasn't wearing a bra and yet didn't notice that I wasn't either.
-- Last night at work I kept trying to come up with topics to produce a little meta about and all I could come up with was, "I like Twizzlers."
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Date: 2007-08-26 12:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-26 06:14 pm (UTC)So, you know, Cry-Baby musical = AWESOME, filming movie version of Cry-Baby musical when original was already awesome, thankyouverymuch = noooooo. :)
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Date: 2007-08-26 06:20 pm (UTC)(I kind of love Jay to pieces. He's like, "I'm Jay, I'm twelve, and I've been driving the ice road since I was a fetus, eh?" He actually says "Eh." It's adorable. :))
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Date: 2007-08-26 06:27 pm (UTC)I'm slowly getting my roommate hooked too.
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Date: 2007-08-26 08:25 pm (UTC)a woman came to the window the other day in a tank top and no bra. and she definitely should have been wearing one.
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Date: 2007-08-26 08:46 pm (UTC)My girls are small, they're not going very far. ;)
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Date: 2007-08-26 10:32 pm (UTC)Mine aren't that big either, but I wouldn't go out without a bra unless I'm wearing a tank top with padding or a built-in bra.
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Date: 2007-08-26 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-27 10:46 am (UTC)Y halo thar me.
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Date: 2007-08-28 01:21 am (UTC)If she's skeevy and looks bad without a bra; people are going to say something. You don't see a train wreck and then not talk about it.
However; if your girls look good unrestrained; people are less likely to say anything.