(no subject)

Bwahahahaa!

Okay, I'm sorry ... I know it's spousal abuse, I know it's wrong to laugh at this. But the mental image of a drunken Liza Minelli beating the ever-lovin' crap out of someone who looks like a white-cheddar-cheese carving of herself from the Gay Stereotype County Fair is never, ever leaving my brain.

(no subject)

Just got back from work. Ugh. Nobody move me. My muscles beg you.

I did get complimented on my fancy shipping ability today, which was a compliment I had no idea what the hell to do with. Being good at a temp job is kinda like being good at naked napalm dodgeball. Yeah, it gives me a very small warm fuzzy to know that I'm good, but no power on this earth will get me to prove that to you.