I wonder ...

... if it would be entirely tacky of me to wearing a German drinking shirt when we go bar-hopping on St. Patrick's Day. I mean, I'm more German than I am anything else, and I like Germany (they give me hot gay boys on their soap operas, a kink for guys who speak with a German accent, and at least a quarter if not half of my DNA!), and I'd get more out of a German drinking shirt than the Irish drinking team shirt I only really want to wear on Parade Day.

Hey, speaking of gay German boys ...

Aw, Olli. You mean well, but that's ... not gonna work for Schneider's, I think.

Oh, hey, guess who has two thumbs and a lack of responsiblity?

THIS BITCH RIGHT HERE.

In other words, I may have taken my last personal day today. Hell, considering the state of my job at the moment, I might as well use them while I still have them.

Oh, and I now have another two-week layoff. And also a bacon double cheeseburger stuffed pizza.

On the plus side, I told Jess that she could read the first draft of GPW when I finish writing it. This was probably the smartest move I could have made, because now I've got someone in real life who can nag me to my face for a finished copy. I did warn her that it would be a bit of a mess, being a first draft and all, but it would be finished and that's all that matters.

I still have to finish that five-things meme. Hmm.

EDIT: Okay, so now I'm working on Wednesday and Thursday night and am laid off the rest of the time still. So there's that.

What the fuck, you guys?!

I'm listening to the party music channel on AOL Radio in another window and the opening strains of "Jai Ho" come up. And I'm all, \o/, and THAT'S when some obnoxious female singer comes on singing in English and IT'S A GODDAMN PUSSYCAT DOLLS REMIX. I'm sorry, but NOOOOOO. The song's fine the way it is, FUCK OFF. STOP TOUCHING THE SONG IN THE BAD PLACE.

Oh, my God, she's not even pronouncing "Jai" correctly. For fuck's sake, it's the goddamn chorus.

*headdesk*

In less aggravating news, I got this shirt for Parade Day. If I had more money, I'd all over this shop's SPN/J2 shirts. And possibly this on a mug. And I really do need to get one of these eventually -- you've got it bad when you're writing a scene in your original stuff, stop in the middle of a scene and say, "Wow, that's incredibly slashy," and just shrug keep going. Heh.

I'm going to write something before I go to bed tonight, damn it. Hmph.