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| 01:55pm 07/12/2007 |
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OMG you guys! What a freaking DAY! Thank GODS I am out of here in like, five minutes. It has just... not been a day of the good. Days like this should not be allowed, ESPECIALLY when I am hungover and all I want to do is write Sam/Dean fic.
It went a little bit like this: OMG. I got to work SOOOOOO late today, partly because of traffic. Almost missed my meeting, tried to print out the doc I needed on my way to the meeting and the freaking PRINTER JAMMED so I had no doc and no memory of the questions I needed to ask, then Dom tells me I have to leave at like 2pm to take Sol to the doctor because he forgot about the appointment and we only took one vehicle today, and goddamn, today is clearly not my day. GAH.
Yeah. So. But from here on out, it's only sunshine, baby:
I got my Supernatural Magazine Issue #1 yesterday that I haven't cracked open yet. I am going to take my sweet, sweet time with that. Hey, it's mini-hiatus, I have to take my pleasure where I can ;)
Tonight, office Christmas party! WOOHOO! My company pretty much ROCKS THE HOUSE with the Christmas party every year. It is SO made of win. Sushi and roast tenderloin and fancy desserts and open bar including top shelf everything all night long at a really awesome club, while a really awesome cover band plays all night and everyone gets SMASHED OUT OF THEIR MINDS and dances and just generally gets outrageous. Oh yeah! Looking forward to that! :) I love my company.
And now, I'm out of here to do my part in getting Soleil to the eye doctor and then I'm off to buy a semi-formal dress for the party tonight! Eee! Shopping, yay! :)
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| So, There I Was... |
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| 04:19pm 07/12/2007 |
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DUDE. Come ON.
Okay. So I get home, get out of the truck, Soleil gets in so they can go to the doctor. I get inside, putz around for a bit, and then go to get in the car to go buy a dress for the party in three hours. And in AIM format, just cause it's fun...
Crystal: Shit. Where are my keys?
Crystal: *checks through every nook and cranny of both bags*
Crystal: Shit. Are they inside?
Crystal: *check entire house to a stupid degree--suddenly realize* Fuck! They're in the truck, because >I< drove to pick Dom up at the metro, and HIS keys are in his bag, which is ALSO in the truck. PERFECT.
Crystal: Oh, WAIT! There's a spare key under the car...
Crystal: somewhere... um.
Crystal: Fuck. *kneels down on freezing, WET, dirty driveway*
Driveway: Hi there! Here, have some nice, free, wet, black spots for your knees!
Crystal: *digs around* Shit.
Crystal: *lays down on freezing, WET, dirty driveway*
Driveway: And some for your ass, too.
Crystal: Where IS it? *digs around under the carriage for a few more minutes, hands getting black and corroded*
Crystal: AHA! *holds key aloft, triumphant victory!*
Crystal: *gets in the car, starts engine* Okay, and off we--
Car: *dies*
Crystal: What?
Crystal: *starts car again* And off we--
Car: *dies*
Crystal: You have GOT to be fucking kidding me.
Crystal: *starts car, revs engine*
Car: *dies*
Crystal: *starts engine, shoves on the gas*
Car: *scoffs and dies*
Crystal: *repeats*
Car: *laughs insidiously and DIES*
Crystal: What the FUCK?
Crystal: *whips out cell, calls Dom*
Crystal: Today is just really not my day... *explains*
Dom: It's a valet key. It won't keep the engine on.
Crystal *shakes fists at sky* ¿Por qué?!!!!!
Universe: *mocks* |
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| It Makes Everything Better |
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| 04:58pm 07/12/2007 |
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BWAHAHA! Because, YES! That makes EVERYTHING BETTER!
Just add Winchesters. Slogans for life, yo. |
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