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Dec. 23rd, 2006
ahahahah, geektastic!
Dec. 23rd, 2006 01:24 pmSo on my way into work today I acceed to the reality that I simply can't wear high heels and correct this problem with my knees and fencing anymore and buy myself a pair of knee-high boots that aren't heeled. You'll still see my in heels for special occassions and acting stuff but never day to day ever again I don't think, sadly.
Anyway, I get on the subway to come to work, and crack open Kushiel's Dart (which continues to be waaaay better than it has any right to be), and read until I get off at my stop. And realize I don't have my cellphone. Fuck!
Oddly certain I've left it on the bench on the platform, I get back on the train and go up to my stop, stopping to call it from a payphone -- no answer. Get to my stop. No phone. Ask at the booth, no phone. Am filled with woe because what an expense for this time of year.
So I figure, screw it, I'll call the phone one more time, eventhough the other times I've lost cell phones this has failed (once a guy said he would only give it back if I fucked him; another time whoever had it didn't answer and then ran up a huge bill to Ecuador before I cancelled it).
I call it. Someone answers. I left it at the shoe store. So I run over there to get it, and in my excitement and the fact that I've been immersed in Kushiel's Dart on this roundtrip subway extravaganza to try to keep my mind off my intense stupid, I blurt out "Elua keep you," as I grab the phone and dart out _back_ onto the damn subway.
Ah well. Almost done with this one, so I'm sure I'll have some new literary infection to plague you all and poor innocent shoestore women with soon.
Anyway, I get on the subway to come to work, and crack open Kushiel's Dart (which continues to be waaaay better than it has any right to be), and read until I get off at my stop. And realize I don't have my cellphone. Fuck!
Oddly certain I've left it on the bench on the platform, I get back on the train and go up to my stop, stopping to call it from a payphone -- no answer. Get to my stop. No phone. Ask at the booth, no phone. Am filled with woe because what an expense for this time of year.
So I figure, screw it, I'll call the phone one more time, eventhough the other times I've lost cell phones this has failed (once a guy said he would only give it back if I fucked him; another time whoever had it didn't answer and then ran up a huge bill to Ecuador before I cancelled it).
I call it. Someone answers. I left it at the shoe store. So I run over there to get it, and in my excitement and the fact that I've been immersed in Kushiel's Dart on this roundtrip subway extravaganza to try to keep my mind off my intense stupid, I blurt out "Elua keep you," as I grab the phone and dart out _back_ onto the damn subway.
Ah well. Almost done with this one, so I'm sure I'll have some new literary infection to plague you all and poor innocent shoestore women with soon.
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Dec. 23rd, 2006 08:29 pmAie. I was going to write about the rest of my funny (by which I mean odd) day, but I just called my parents to work out plans for tomorrow and they are all "we don't mind you using our credit card, but we want to know what these Earthlink and Six Apart charges are."
Not me. Waaaaaaay not me. Despite the fact that I once had an Earthlink account (YEARS AGO) and of course am a Six Apart customer (on my own card, thanks).
And then, drama ensued. I will say only this, and let me tell you, it is no small thing to me -- an apology, whether you think its existence is necessary or not should never be met with "I'm too tired for this." Accept the apology or do not accept it. This is a transaction, and your irritation with the rest of the world has no bearing on it, and shouldn't be the person apologizing's burden. Thanks. I'm seriously upset.
See how much less funny this is than "So you know there's a South African winery called Thelema, right?"
Not me. Waaaaaaay not me. Despite the fact that I once had an Earthlink account (YEARS AGO) and of course am a Six Apart customer (on my own card, thanks).
And then, drama ensued. I will say only this, and let me tell you, it is no small thing to me -- an apology, whether you think its existence is necessary or not should never be met with "I'm too tired for this." Accept the apology or do not accept it. This is a transaction, and your irritation with the rest of the world has no bearing on it, and shouldn't be the person apologizing's burden. Thanks. I'm seriously upset.
See how much less funny this is than "So you know there's a South African winery called Thelema, right?"
Descensus update
Dec. 23rd, 2006 10:14 pmThe Christmast extravaganza continues:
http://community.livejournal.com/descensus_hp/11721.html
Severus begs a favour of Dumbledore on Christmas Eve
Also, posted yesterday:
http://community.livejournal.com/descensus_hp/11507.html
Lucius mourns his mother
They are not full of joy, either one of them, but they are both oddly beautiful, and I think Kali and I are both desperately fond of them, so please check them out.
http://community.livejournal.com/descensus_hp/11721.html
Severus begs a favour of Dumbledore on Christmas Eve
Also, posted yesterday:
http://community.livejournal.com/descensus_hp/11507.html
Lucius mourns his mother
They are not full of joy, either one of them, but they are both oddly beautiful, and I think Kali and I are both desperately fond of them, so please check them out.