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Jun. 7th, 2007 08:40 am-- Guess what I bought this morning? GROCERIES. No, really, this is worth celebrating, because when I really want to splurge and go all out I buy food so the fact that I was able to walk into a grocery store and walk out with everything I wanted for the first time in weeks was a great big YAY.
-- And then my mood improved with the adorable stories about Jared and Sandy and whatnot going to Jensen's play last night. D'aww. D'AWWWWWWW.
It's really strange to me that I have the same reaction to a bunch of very pretty people I have never and will never meet as I do to a basketful of baby bunny rabbits.
-- You know, there is this really nice guy that I work with that I spent the entirety of last night wanting to smack in the face. First off, when you see that I'm getting frustrated and cursing at the machine and throwing things perhaps now is not the best time to come up to me and make idle chitchat in the "So, what song is currently playing on your internal radio right now?" variety. (After a long moment focused on trying to fix my damn machine as fast as possible, I finally turned to him and said the Benny Hill theme song. Well, hell, it made ME laugh, and I needed it right then and there.)
Secondly, can the short jokes. I have been the shortest person in pretty much every room for three fucking decades now. Trust me, whatever crack you're about to make about my height or lack thereof, I've heard it. So your particularly lame segues from any request for assistance from me to, "Oh, because you're too short, right?" are not actually funny. No, really, trust me on this.
And thirdly, don't bring up obscure Norwegian death metal bands composed entirely of chickens or whatever and then be all shocked when no one at the table has any goddamn clue who you're talking about. You're allowed a surprised face with the Dead Kennedys, I think, but after that descent into seemingly random band names picked out of a hat ... no, stop it, that's annoying.
-- I got virtual chocolates! Officially guaranteed not to aggravate my genuine cavities! Thanks! :)
-- I am now going to go watch the Top Chef All-Stars Special. I bought groceries and yet no booze. Le sigh. (EDIT: OMG ILAN SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP AND YOUR STUPID NEW YORK SKYLINE HAIR CARVING TOO. ... ahem.)
-- And then my mood improved with the adorable stories about Jared and Sandy and whatnot going to Jensen's play last night. D'aww. D'AWWWWWWW.
It's really strange to me that I have the same reaction to a bunch of very pretty people I have never and will never meet as I do to a basketful of baby bunny rabbits.
-- You know, there is this really nice guy that I work with that I spent the entirety of last night wanting to smack in the face. First off, when you see that I'm getting frustrated and cursing at the machine and throwing things perhaps now is not the best time to come up to me and make idle chitchat in the "So, what song is currently playing on your internal radio right now?" variety. (After a long moment focused on trying to fix my damn machine as fast as possible, I finally turned to him and said the Benny Hill theme song. Well, hell, it made ME laugh, and I needed it right then and there.)
Secondly, can the short jokes. I have been the shortest person in pretty much every room for three fucking decades now. Trust me, whatever crack you're about to make about my height or lack thereof, I've heard it. So your particularly lame segues from any request for assistance from me to, "Oh, because you're too short, right?" are not actually funny. No, really, trust me on this.
And thirdly, don't bring up obscure Norwegian death metal bands composed entirely of chickens or whatever and then be all shocked when no one at the table has any goddamn clue who you're talking about. You're allowed a surprised face with the Dead Kennedys, I think, but after that descent into seemingly random band names picked out of a hat ... no, stop it, that's annoying.
-- I got virtual chocolates! Officially guaranteed not to aggravate my genuine cavities! Thanks! :)
-- I am now going to go watch the Top Chef All-Stars Special. I bought groceries and yet no booze. Le sigh. (EDIT: OMG ILAN SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP AND YOUR STUPID NEW YORK SKYLINE HAIR CARVING TOO. ... ahem.)
