Rave
19 October 2009 @ 06:36 pm
Boobzilla Returns  
Ladies, think of the top ten things you don't want to happen at work. Cross off the first one, because it wasn't quite that bad, but focus, ladies, on the second. I spent a few hours this afternoon living and breathing the motto of cosplayers everywhere: safety pins, sticky tape, and hope. Suffice to say I am glad to be home and need to go shopping again. Sigh.

Worked solidly all day and churned through all the little bits I knew about this morning. Unfortunately more stuff filtered in this afternoon. But hey, Isaac is back. :D I thought he got back tomorrow. Nice surprise to walk in and see the top of his head over his monitor wall.

Not feeling much need to plot tonight, but might refine some of the points I made last night, since I'll probably forget what I mean by half of my scrawlings if I leave them another week.

Should probably write myself a report to give at the meeting tomorrow morning, though, since I keep walking out of a Monday without writing anything down. Sigh.

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Rave
11 September 2009 @ 09:54 pm
eaten. by a doggy.  
I feel like someone's gone in and removed my brain. But I found a dress for my cousin's wedding in about an hour this evening, thanks to the lovely [info] alleyne. It is vermilion and navy and taupe, and by Regatta. If I could show you pictures, I would, but I cannot. I may need to go bra shopping to wear it; I definitely need to go shoe shopping. But it's cute, and I like it, and also? I only had to pay $4.96 in real money because of the vouchers work gave me for being awesome. So, in essence? Fuck yeah.

Loads of people for Mario Kart this afternoon. It was fantastic. Apparently it is my goal to involve everyone on the floor, one week at a time. XD We played a few rounds of Brawl, too, which was UM, EMBARRASSING, but I blame the use of Pit and Meta Knight.

Mind is gone. Gone, gone. Eaten by a doggy, you might say, or burned alive. Such a difficult girl, right, Father Renaldo?