BLAAAARGH.

[apocalypsos]

There were three of us at work last night in our section of the plant. It was, to put it mildly, awesomesauce. When the backup coach is in the office and the master is the one who doesn't give a damn if I walk around with my nose in a paperback all night long, that's a good night . And we get to do it all over again tonight. :)

Jess and I gave each other our Christmas presents. I got her a necklace, made her rum balls, and filled the rest of her gift bag with pink candy or peppermints, which are her favorites. (I have GOT to get myself a bag of those candy cane Hershey kisses. Oh, MAN, those were really, really, REALLY good. Like little orgasms wrapped in foil! Those weren't kisses, those were blowjobs.)

Jess got me this (which I read about a quarter of last night, after I finished the other paperback I picked up) and a Barack Obama calender. I admit it, I squeed. And then one of the techs mentioned the Obama action figure, which made me squeal all over again. WAAAAANT.

I got my Christmas present from work yesterday, too. This year, they gave us DVDs, which is nice because they haven't done that the past few years. There were also CDs, but I never end up doing anything with those anyway. We supposedly had a choice between a package containing Get Smart, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, and Sex and the City (er, no) and the pack I ended up getting since they had none of the other left, which had TMNT and this Hairspray gift set, which I probably would have end up choosing anyway.

And yeah, I stopped at Wal-Mart before I went to work. I had a gift card that my mom won at my dad's company Christmas party for twenty bucks, which would have covered everything I was going to buy if I hadn't wandered into the clothing section and picked out a couple of sweaters, too. I just have far too many clothes that have been designated as "work clothes" specifically because they're stained or ripped or just not nice enough for going anywhere but to my crappy job in.

I feel like a failure in that I have yet to be inspired to write a Yuletide Treat. I tried, but it just wasn't working. Everybody needs to go write Yuletide Treats so they'll open up the stocking stuffers and I can write a bunch. (I'm guessing given time restraints and whatnot tomorrow, I'll only get one or two in, but I'll take it.)

Oh, and I asked my brother to come down to my apartment last night after work, bring the cat food my mom bought for Otis the other day, and feed him dinner. He said he would. Since I have no cat food here and Otis practically assaulted me when I walked in the front door, I'm not taking that as a good sign.

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[t3andcrumpets.livejournal.com]

Good luck finding the candy cane Kisses -- I literally had to go to 6 different Kmarts in a span of 2 weeks to find a couple of bags. (Nowhere else around here has anymore either.) Clearly, I am not going to hell for hoarding. :)