Dear Kitchen

Don't come to the front door, ask for gloves, and then walk back to your area and expect me to wander over there with them a few seconds later when you could have easily waited for the twenty seconds it took for me to bring them to you at the door. If nothing else, I don't feel like guessing when one of you will acutally open the security locked back door for me (especially since you all have this habit of NOT answering it until I have to lean on the doorbell--something I hate being done to me). You want them, you wait at my door and carry them back, okay? It doesn't take that long for me to get from back to front.

ETA:
And when you finally come back? Don't tell me you thought 'wait there at the front door' meant 'go to my door at the back'. Because I know you lied. For the simple reason that when you weren't waiting at the front door, I completely checked the door area and my dock to make that you didn't do exactly that, or go to another door, or even go to the bathroom while you waited. Lying like that makes me want to shove the gloves up your nose when I finally do get them to you.

No, I am not user friendly today.

Well, I've gone and done it now

Made the appointment with the glamour shot folks for Monday the 2cnd at 3pm. Only instructions are to show up with clean, dry hair.

This should prove interesting...

You know your allergies are bad, when...

You're on Zyrtec.

Your face feels like it's going to break out in a rash any minute.

Every sinus you have is still stuffy and sore despite the drugs.

Your eyes look like you've been on a five day drinking binge.

Your stomach hurts.

The stuff on the other end isn't doing so great either.

You want to kill the world

(and yes, it's allergies--I'm not truly nauseous, and I'm not running a fever, nor am I half blind despite the current nice, rosey hue of my whites.)

Why, God? Wasn't monthly menstration enough vengence for you?

:P

If it's not Scottish...

...and I'm feeling decidedly not Scottish right now.

/obscure SNL reference.

*Twitch*

Denise: 'If I had wanted anybodies sperm, it would have been Richies.'

Oh fuck no, bitch. The whole fanbase would kill you. And it'd be deserved.


(Side note to writing partner. Um yeah. Maybe I shouldn't be allowed in Hollywood. Or at least not allowed within 100 miles of a certain someone. *twitch* ;) )

Pics From Dad

Most of them are from Tucson this month when Dad went to go visit Grandma. The last are, I think, of a rosebush my dad has in NC.

Enjoy. I'm thinking of making some of them icons. All the pics were taken by my dad. Dig that pink gila monster, man. :)

( Image heavy, sure to bork flists )