No, no matter how shiny it is.

Dear self,

No, you may not buy a new cell phone. You don't really need a cell phone, see. You have a free one because your parents pay for it, and you don't need one with an MP3 player in it because you already own a really nice one already.

And no, the fact that it's pink is not actually a selling point.

Maybe if you have any money left after you buy your airplane ticket to LA with the bonus you may or may not be getting. Does that sound fair?

Sincerely,

Me

P.S. And don't be all wibbly about having to get on a plane. It's either that or you learn how to teleport between now and October, so good luck with that, considering how well spontaneously generating the ability to travel through time and space by sheer will has worked so far.

Ah, this must be Agent Michael Scarn's favorite station.

One of the local radio stations, playing along with their St. Patrick's Day theme of "Nice bananas!" (Dude, I don't even know), played a remix of Harry Chapin's "30,000 Pounds of Bananas" with a rap beat and Gwen Stefani singing, "B-a-n-a-n-a-s," as the chorus while I was in the car.

Oh, man, my EARS. *whines*

EDIT: I also went and picked up an outfit to exercise in. When I mentioned I needed one to a couple of my co-workers, they said, "You don't need to lose weight! You're so skinny!" Yes, thank you, I think I figured that out even before I had to buy my exercise clothes in small and STILL needed to roll down the waist of the capris I bought (which reach my ankles, natch) because they were too high-waisted on me.

Putting it on makes it patently obvious what I need to work on -- flatter stomach, toned arms, slightly smaller ass. It's not weight loss, for crying out loud, it's just sculpting and not even that much of it.

Also I got a shirt that said, "Thank God for Country Boys." *shrugs*

Yay, new fandom!

Holy Christmas, how much do I love The Riches?

( This much! )