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brucha made the funniest icon ever in this post in metaquotes.

Oh so appropriate. ^_^

Stuff to talk about. Or not as the case may be.

Happy Birthday to gabrieceleste!


*insert witty transition here*

Went home last night. Made some Hamburger Helper. I know, oh so healthy. Cheeseburger Macaroni. Came out okay, but I overseasoned the beef. Futzed around with my computer. Took out the dead network card. Hooked up one of our wireless USB adaptors, and happily got back online. Even hooked up my monitor again. Graphics look so cool on my computer now. It's like geek heaven or something. Ok not really, but I'm bored so I'm stretching.

Freaked out about money earlier. Had all of $70 in my account. Not good. Especially since I don't get paid again until Friday. So, I took money out of savings and dumped it into checking. Thankfully the rent finally went through. Which leaves me thinking that everything went through and I don't have anything to worry about, but who knows.

I'm thinking of futzing around some more with D&D stuff today. But my lunch is almost over so I may not get to. On the other hand, I have to work on Shadowrun stuff at some point since we will be playing that within the next few months. I'm still waffling on my character. I keep tossing different ideas around in my head for backstory, but it's not helping much. I mean, the entire Elf Nun thing initially popped into my head with a "that would be amusing" caveat attached, but now it's changing a bit and I am trying to come up with a character that actually has a reason to exist. I know, I'm weird like that. I don't like just tossing in a character for no other reason than it would be cool. Not that I won't do it (Bei Ling, anyone?), but I prefer my characters to have a real back story and motivation.

Well. Time to punch back in to work and be productive or something resembling productive. I prefer the actual productive. It impresses the bosses more. :-p

Graaar!

Apparently, pants hate me. I'm not sure why. I'm not mean to them. I don't abuse them. I don't tell them I'm going to call and then never follow through. I don't go to them all moody and morose, use them, and then discard them. I'm good to my pants. My pants get treated well, damn it!

So why do they all keep ripping on me????

I had this decent pair of pants that fit nice and looked good. I get out of the car today, and what do they do? They rip. It's not like I was trying to be the human knot with them or something. I was just standing up out of my car and then bending over to pick up my keys that I had accidentally dropped.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "Ha ha, the ass ripped out of your pants!" Well, you know what? You're wrong. The ass didn't rip. The ass looks great, thanks. Oh no.

The crotch ripped.

The hell?

I mean, ok, yeah, I know my crotch is pretty good at what it does (or, at the very least, passable at what it does), but it doesn't mean the pants have to get all huffy and rip over it.

Stupid pantses.

Smile Time!

*snort*

Hehehe.

*snicker*

hehehe

*loses all ability to breathe normally*

I WANT A PUPPET ANGEL!!!!

*sputters for a bit*

"Oh my god... I ate him!"

No sweetie, you wish.