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Er.
No, it's not that bad.
Just mildly irritating.
I drank the last of the Irish Cream!
*sniffle*
In other news, I see Ems has gone to St. Louis. And I had the late Monday shift, and Tuesday off. *sniffle*
Can't get off Friday, so will be busing up to WW that night. IceWing has promised to get me from the station. Nice guy.
Mike, the little teenage brat, is leaving for school. After Tuesday, I'm on 7 days again.... Except.
We might have someone new hired. Yay.
Hopefully, she'll be more useful than Tricia.
Must call Customer Service tomorrow to find out why the card I've paid off isn't working yet. Will promise money, if I have to.
Wed, mom and dad give me back the 250 they borrowed. *mutter*
Tomorrow, btw, is my parents' 28th Wedding Anniversary.
Must think of something to do for them.
Got an email from one of my friends earlier. I'd put quotes around it, but, eh.
She wants me to become a player for their side in the current Mud-Slinging War that's going on in the middle of Con-planning Fandom in St. Louis.
Well, fuck her. I'm not a pawn, and they can fight their own goddamned battles.
That's actually always been my motto, "They're adults, they can take care of themselves."
I said my piece a few months back when I resigned from the Purple Haze.
Sadly, the fights and arguments we have online are as nothing to the grudge matches that go on around here. Rob and Dugan are still making trouble for Mike--after FIVE years.
Five years since they accused him of a theft I know he didn't do.
*mutter* If my own intuition is correct, Rob did the theft himself.
He's very adept at blaming other people for things he does. Of course, if things work, he takes all the credit.
I have better things to do with my time than sling mud for something petty.
Hrm.
Icons. Must make icons.
No, it's not that bad.
Just mildly irritating.
I drank the last of the Irish Cream!
*sniffle*
In other news, I see Ems has gone to St. Louis. And I had the late Monday shift, and Tuesday off. *sniffle*
Can't get off Friday, so will be busing up to WW that night. IceWing has promised to get me from the station. Nice guy.
Mike, the little teenage brat, is leaving for school. After Tuesday, I'm on 7 days again.... Except.
We might have someone new hired. Yay.
Hopefully, she'll be more useful than Tricia.
Must call Customer Service tomorrow to find out why the card I've paid off isn't working yet. Will promise money, if I have to.
Wed, mom and dad give me back the 250 they borrowed. *mutter*
Tomorrow, btw, is my parents' 28th Wedding Anniversary.
Must think of something to do for them.
Got an email from one of my friends earlier. I'd put quotes around it, but, eh.
She wants me to become a player for their side in the current Mud-Slinging War that's going on in the middle of Con-planning Fandom in St. Louis.
Well, fuck her. I'm not a pawn, and they can fight their own goddamned battles.
That's actually always been my motto, "They're adults, they can take care of themselves."
I said my piece a few months back when I resigned from the Purple Haze.
Sadly, the fights and arguments we have online are as nothing to the grudge matches that go on around here. Rob and Dugan are still making trouble for Mike--after FIVE years.
Five years since they accused him of a theft I know he didn't do.
*mutter* If my own intuition is correct, Rob did the theft himself.
He's very adept at blaming other people for things he does. Of course, if things work, he takes all the credit.
I have better things to do with my time than sling mud for something petty.
Hrm.
Icons. Must make icons.
