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Feb. 4th, 2008 01:21 amYou know, I was blissfully unaware of the goddamned Super Bowl until some guy screamed like he was being MURDERED in our courtyard. Sheesh.
Feb. 4th, 2008
I bought a coat! Two, actually! ( In case you're wondering, there's a sale! )
I also was a good doobie and used up one gift card at Ann Taylor that I'd gotten for Christmas. Christmas 2006. I bought some pants and a lovely zip-up sweater on sale as well as some truly wonderful sunglasses (the tint changes and gets lighter towards the bottom, so you can make steady light seem to dim or brighten depending on whether you look up or down). There were a pair of jeans I'd liked, too, but no part of me will EVER accept $50 pants ever. I already balked at (but did pay) $30 for jeans at Old Navy, which were already, literally, ten times more expensive than the last pairs of pants I bought (yay thrift stores!). I cannot countenance huge expenditures for clothing, as I mentioned under that LJ cut.
I got to see people, too--my former roommate who I dragged all over shopping, and some of the usual suspects for a game of Puerto Rico. Interesting, but not my thing, ultimately. I think I need some element of chance to my games because I'm a craptacular strategist.
And I started watching sixth-season Spooks. Holy effin' heck. ( No spoilers, just squeeeeee )
The best part is that I pounced on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
feiran next morning to share my feelings, and she, not missing a beat, responded, "Yes, I love Adam and Zaph, too." She has no idea who they are. I think I stopped watching this on DVD around her back when Tom was still on the show. Nevertheless, she knew what to say. This is why I love her.
That, and we totally used a magic wand on all of our guests Sunday. Good times.
I also was a good doobie and used up one gift card at Ann Taylor that I'd gotten for Christmas. Christmas 2006. I bought some pants and a lovely zip-up sweater on sale as well as some truly wonderful sunglasses (the tint changes and gets lighter towards the bottom, so you can make steady light seem to dim or brighten depending on whether you look up or down). There were a pair of jeans I'd liked, too, but no part of me will EVER accept $50 pants ever. I already balked at (but did pay) $30 for jeans at Old Navy, which were already, literally, ten times more expensive than the last pairs of pants I bought (yay thrift stores!). I cannot countenance huge expenditures for clothing, as I mentioned under that LJ cut.
I got to see people, too--my former roommate who I dragged all over shopping, and some of the usual suspects for a game of Puerto Rico. Interesting, but not my thing, ultimately. I think I need some element of chance to my games because I'm a craptacular strategist.
And I started watching sixth-season Spooks. Holy effin' heck. ( No spoilers, just squeeeeee )
The best part is that I pounced on
feiran next morning to share my feelings, and she, not missing a beat, responded, "Yes, I love Adam and Zaph, too." She has no idea who they are. I think I stopped watching this on DVD around her back when Tom was still on the show. Nevertheless, she knew what to say. This is why I love her.That, and we totally used a magic wand on all of our guests Sunday. Good times.
I love my family, I do
Feb. 4th, 2008 02:47 pmBUT WHAT THE F!?!
Three of my cousins are having babies within a two-month time span. Jesus. Two of the cousins having babies with their respective spouses are brother and sister, both of whom married young (Shawn was 24? 25?) and Valerie was 20. True, both have been married about two-three-maybe four (Val is shy of four, and Shawn close to three) years, but WHAT THE HELL!?! STOP HAVING BABIES GODDAMNIT.
Sorry. There was a discussion about babies. I admit to being a total sucker for my niece and loving playing with her (YAY I SEE HER THIS WEEKEND!), but I just...ugh. They're cute and then they're fucking kids, man. Kids? Are useless to me. They're a money, time, and happiness vortex into which all of your plans for yourself are sucked out of this universe. I know how shallow that sounds, but I don't care. It's freakin' great that you people who want kids and like them are going to have them and love them and shit. I'm so happy for you.
NONE OF THAT FOR ME, THANKS. Urgh. We're having a family reunion this summer, too. So all the cute babies of a few years ago when we got together for a bunch of weddings are now going to be useless, snotty, bratty, noisy children. KILL ME. And I have to be stuck in Atlanta. JOY.
I fully intend to return an alcoholic.
(Note: All who read this probably understand that I have a tendency to exaggerate because I have no gradations between "fine" and "awful." The following diatribe against family, people who are having kids and people who want to, and general hair-tearing over both should be taken as more of my usual. Nothing to see here.)
Three of my cousins are having babies within a two-month time span. Jesus. Two of the cousins having babies with their respective spouses are brother and sister, both of whom married young (Shawn was 24? 25?) and Valerie was 20. True, both have been married about two-three-maybe four (Val is shy of four, and Shawn close to three) years, but WHAT THE HELL!?! STOP HAVING BABIES GODDAMNIT.
Sorry. There was a discussion about babies. I admit to being a total sucker for my niece and loving playing with her (YAY I SEE HER THIS WEEKEND!), but I just...ugh. They're cute and then they're fucking kids, man. Kids? Are useless to me. They're a money, time, and happiness vortex into which all of your plans for yourself are sucked out of this universe. I know how shallow that sounds, but I don't care. It's freakin' great that you people who want kids and like them are going to have them and love them and shit. I'm so happy for you.
NONE OF THAT FOR ME, THANKS. Urgh. We're having a family reunion this summer, too. So all the cute babies of a few years ago when we got together for a bunch of weddings are now going to be useless, snotty, bratty, noisy children. KILL ME. And I have to be stuck in Atlanta. JOY.
I fully intend to return an alcoholic.
(Note: All who read this probably understand that I have a tendency to exaggerate because I have no gradations between "fine" and "awful." The following diatribe against family, people who are having kids and people who want to, and general hair-tearing over both should be taken as more of my usual. Nothing to see here.)