::CRIES::

ETA: MAYBE MOMMY CAN CALL AND GET REPLACEMENTS ISGHSADSAD!!@#^@$!!!!

The lady on the phone at the place said so. Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease...

I went home this weekend, as previously mentioned. I picked up my ticket for H.M.S Pinafore and the three tickets for The Mikado. At the time I grabbed them, I said, loudly, that I was putting them [WHERE GOD WHERE!?!] so I wouldn't lose them.

I CANNOT FIND THEM ANYWHERE.

Cue me hyperventilating, swearing over the phone to my mother, cursing my general stupidity. I have no idea where they are. I checked EVERY BAG I had with me while I was home. I checked pockets. I've checked places they have no rights being. THEY ARE NOWHERE.

I really want to cry. It's hot, I'm a fucking moron, I'm running around sweaty and gross and I might not get to see the shows that were my Christmas present FUCK.

I need to laugh at myself

After this morning's nutsiness, I need to just be silly because otherwise I'll have a post-adrenic cry.

So, feiran, viridian and I were thrift-store shopping this weekend. I'm driving, using the GPS that we were graciously loaned by hslayer. As a result, I'm not really paying attention to destinations so much as the scenery en route.

We pass a street. It is called Jensen Avenue.

A minute ticks by in conspicuous silence.

Then I say to viridian, "Okay, I'm a total dork, but did you see the name of that street?!"

Giggles. "We are such dorks! 'Look! It's a street with Dumbfuck's name!' And we get all girly."

feiran, from the backseat: ::ROLLS EYES DERISIVELY::

Later, same trip, we pull up behind a recent model Impala.

Me: "Wow, those have changed since 1967."
viridian: "We are such losers. We know the make and model of the damned car from that show."
feiran: "I guess ivy03 is getting DEATH for Christmas this year." (ivy03 being responsible for me watching Supernatural, which has prompted viridian to finish it up on DVD, too.)

LINKS!

So, I was late to work, I'm leaving early, and I'm missing lunch but? I still have all this time to blog. Wow! Maybe I'll use one of about thirty new icons I spent way too much time looking for over the weekend, too!

Have some news:

-I'm having a glass of wine when I get home today! Apparently, red or white is good for this. Meaning my preference for sweet, clear, un-headache-causing whites won't stop me from having a healthy liver. (Drinking a pitcher of margaritas in one evening will do that.)

-More than one half of all violent deaths are suicides. o.O Wow. I...wow. That's incredibly, scarily high. It's not like I advocate murder over suicide (I don't advocate either, WTF WHY DID I EVEN SAY THAT!?), but...damn. That's a lot of unhappy people who never thought they could get better, that no one was able to help. I am further saddened by the idea that not a few of these suicides were people affected by the bogus wars we're waging. God.

-I wish there were some way to give away my uterus to these people. I live in holy terror of ever getting pregnant. I'm looking at the stats on this going "Woo, just gotta make it to 35, and then it should be almost a non-issue!" They're rich, too (as evidenced by an ability to pay for IVF for nearly a decade), so they could pay me for the stupid thing. No more cramps ever, with or without the pill, and money for an organ I actively loathe and want rid of! And some really dedicated folks get something to make babies with! Win-win!