You don't want to know what he confused with the lipstick.

So you know how sometimes you go out with the girls after work to a bar and get a little TOO drunk, and you come home and you pass out, and when you wake up in the morning you don't feel perfect but you've definitely got to be sober by now, so you shower and get dressed and do your makeup, and it's only after you stop to put gas in your car and hit the grocery store to buy a salad for lunch and stop at the post office for stamps and THEN get to work that someone bothers to tell you that you were so out of it that morning you use eyeliner to line your lips?



... yeah.

Random stuff

-- I am currently in the middle of watching the premiere of this season of Top Chef, and aside from flailing madly, it goes to show how well I know this show by now that when they revealed what the elimination challenge involved, I yelled, "I FUCKING KNEW IT." And I did, too. My first thought when I saw it was an All-Stars season was that this was exactly what I would have made them do first.

-- I wonder what it says about me about that I finally started a Twitter I'm actually going to make use of, and it's a Twitter for me to post the offensive, embarrassing, sexually explicit and/or funny things my family members say. With Christmas and New Year's coming up, I'm bound to use it plenty.

-- Speaking of Christmas, apparently I have to work Christmas Eve. It's sort of hilarious, really, because no one -- and I mean NO ONE -- calls a prescription plan on Christmas Eve. Last Christmas Eve, I distinctly remember having to call people on Christmas freakin' Eve about their prescription plan, and the only good thing about it was that three-quarters of the people you call on Christmas Eve, particularly if you're calling older people like I was, are more likely to say, "Awwww, honey, they're making you work on Christmas Eve?!" than they are to yell at us for calling them. That said, I highly doubt I'll even be on the phones that day, just because we're only on the phones in our section unless it gets really busy.

-- I stopped at Petsmart to pick up crickets today and wandered over to the adopt-a-kitty section, which was THE WORST IDEA EVER. It basically involved me promising every single kitty I saw that I would take them home, especially the one that kept chasing my finger with his paw every time I pulled away, AND the one whose family moved and left her all alone in the abandoned apartment with a bowl of water and a bowl of food for ten freakin' days, AND the one who was obviously well-loved and whose family had to give her up because their son was incredibly sick and the cat was making it worse.

Oh, man, want another kitty. And I'd totally get one, except I'm 100% positive that my landlord wouldn't let me have another cat. The only reason he let me have Otis is because of my mom, and because it was either me or a shelter, so he let me keep him.

Then again, not being able to have another cat isn't too bad of a disappointment if only because I'm thinking about getting a snake. Yes, I *know*. I mean, hell, I've already got a cat, two rodents, and a giant spider -- why not a reptile?

(Speaking of the giant spider, I dropped a cricket in front of it before and it snatched the damn thing up so fast I almost died laughing.)

-- I have yet to watch this week's SPN, although I did catch Community (YAY, TROY!) and Vampire Diaries (YAY, CAROLINE! BOO, STUPID GILBERTS!) and just finished that episode of Top Chef (YAY, ELIMINATING CONTESTANTS I ALREADY HATE!). As if I weren't already having enough trouble keeping up with my shows, all of the overtime I'm going to do in the next two weeks is just going to make it that much worse. *pouts*

Speaking of Community, I managed to convince my brother to try it out next, after he catches up with the episodes of this season of Dexter that he's missed. I am SUCH a fandom pimp, you guys. :D

-- I miss writing. *sigh*

I was going to do my Yuletide story this weekend but I don't think I'm going to be able to get to it until next weekend. Plus, I wanted to work on structuring my NaNo, gathering ideas for a possible run at Script Frenzy, and rereading Heroine Addiction to try and remember what it was about. (I've had just a tad of brain fry lately. Can you tell?)

So what am I doing during the only free time I have to myself all day long -- i.e., on my breaks and lunches? I'm playing Unblock Me or reading gay paranormal romance novels on my Android, that's what I'm doing. Ugh, I'm the WORST.