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apocalypsos'Cause I saw the Lemony Snicket trailer and thought, "Hee! Icon!"
I keep meaning to read the books, because that's so my type of kids' book. Remember the books we had when we were kids, where most every family in 'em was happy and the biggest adventure you usually got involved stolen bubble gum or a lost puppy or something? These days, you're not one of the cool kids unless you're suffering severe emotional or mental trauma, daily child labor, or possible death at the hands of a dismebodied crackpot. Nwo, those are stories I could have identified with. You know, what with the sweatshop work and all.
Don't mind me if I seem pissy. Bosslady's taking the next two days off of work to get drunk with her relatives -- no, really -- which means I get to show up bright and early at the crack of nine tomorrow. (Well, it's bright and early to me, anyway.) Not that I'm complaining too much, because she gets to do a little more work when I head back to PA next weekend, but still.
Oh, and that 8cm CD player I bought last week? Doesn't work anymore. Yes, I have no idea what the hell I did, but the Electro-Executioner strikes again, as I once again slaughter an innocent electronic device before its time. I'm going to try and see about returning it, but in the end, screw it -- I'm getting another mini-disc player. I bought the CD player as a precautionary measure because my poor minidisc player is hanging together by a couple of screws, but it still works. And I dropped the damn thing twice today like the klutz I am and it didn't stop playing either time. I'm hard on a portable audio player, what can I say? But, yeah. New mini-CD player, meet soon-to-be-bought new minidisc player. Go on, smell the fear.
EDIT: *snerk* This was going to be so much shorter, and then I started ranting ...
I keep meaning to read the books, because that's so my type of kids' book. Remember the books we had when we were kids, where most every family in 'em was happy and the biggest adventure you usually got involved stolen bubble gum or a lost puppy or something? These days, you're not one of the cool kids unless you're suffering severe emotional or mental trauma, daily child labor, or possible death at the hands of a dismebodied crackpot. Nwo, those are stories I could have identified with. You know, what with the sweatshop work and all.
Don't mind me if I seem pissy. Bosslady's taking the next two days off of work to get drunk with her relatives -- no, really -- which means I get to show up bright and early at the crack of nine tomorrow. (Well, it's bright and early to me, anyway.) Not that I'm complaining too much, because she gets to do a little more work when I head back to PA next weekend, but still.
Oh, and that 8cm CD player I bought last week? Doesn't work anymore. Yes, I have no idea what the hell I did, but the Electro-Executioner strikes again, as I once again slaughter an innocent electronic device before its time. I'm going to try and see about returning it, but in the end, screw it -- I'm getting another mini-disc player. I bought the CD player as a precautionary measure because my poor minidisc player is hanging together by a couple of screws, but it still works. And I dropped the damn thing twice today like the klutz I am and it didn't stop playing either time. I'm hard on a portable audio player, what can I say? But, yeah. New mini-CD player, meet soon-to-be-bought new minidisc player. Go on, smell the fear.
EDIT: *snerk* This was going to be so much shorter, and then I started ranting ...
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Date: 2004-04-07 08:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-07 08:15 pm (UTC)By the way, I sneakily friended you the other day. Let me know if that pisses you off to any great degree.
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Date: 2004-04-08 05:57 am (UTC)*/fangirl off*