No, you can't have a pony.

[apocalypsos]

My MP3 player is missing. MISSING, I TELL YOU.

I will bet you dollars to donuts that the damn thing is in the pocket of something I just put through the laundry and I'll find it when I go through the huge pile of washed clothes to put them away. The only other option is that somebody fished it out of my purse at work, but I highly doubt it considering how long my purse would have to be out of my possession for anyone to find a teeny tiny 8GB generic excuse for an MP3 player that's the same color as the lining of my purse and is usually stuck under my 200-page editing copy of Heroine Addiction, a paperback, my netbook, two different notebooks and the folder for my training worksheets. (Seriously, the only reason I've got all that crammed into a purse instead of a backpack is that I'm not sure they'll let people bring in backpacks for security reasons. I can't remember the last place I worked that did, quite frankly.)

The plus side if it stays missing (and my hopes aren't high right now; I cleaned yesterday so there really isn't any place left for it to hide that I've haven't checked in the last half hour) is that I don't really use it that much lately. I don't use it at work and at home I have wireless headphones I wear because I'm a klutz who gets headphone wires caught on every protruding object I pass by and ends up yanked backward like I'm being forcefully drafted into a slapstick routine.

The downside is ... well, there's a reason I own a teeny tiny 8GB generic excuse for an MP3 player rather than an iTouch, you know what I mean?

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I have one thing to say about this upcoming week of SYTYCD.

Nathan and Mollee have gotten the Can Can with Tyce.

... yeah, I've got nothin.'.

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[ficangel.livejournal.com]

*has an entirely unsavory moment of evil laughter* Man, I call so much bullshit on Mollee staying and Channing going last week, I might record that and watch it over and over again. No one can diva bitch like Tyce can diva bitch, he's going to eat them both alive.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

I have the hard-to-suppress urge to grab onto the judges and shake the FUCK out of them, because ... okay, I don't HATE Nathan or Mollee, or at least I didn't to start out with. And then the judges started in on the "dream team" bullshit and the verbal tongue baths for what looked like middle-of-the-road performances and that BS last week of going, "Oh, now we KNOW we'll see good solos tonight!" and now I want them both off the show yesterday.

... yeah, I may be a leeeeeettle tired of the Mollee worshipping brigade sitting at the judging table. Heh.