(19:24:27) Cronrus: Ordinarily I would seethe and rage at women self-identifying themselves as the stereotypical "princess," but you I can make an exception.
(19:25:58) kitsplut: Now, see, Disney has screwed the whole thing up.
(19:26:35) kitsplut: Being the Princess means you have to be absolutely kind and polite to everyone and perky all of the time even when you want to bite heads off and you have to sacrifice yourself to save the world should the situation call for it.
(19:27:13) kitsplut: You have to let other people take the good parking spaces and hold doors for people with packages and in general live up to the supreme responsibility of your birth.
(19:27:41) kitsplut: In exchange, you get long shiny hair and nails and are able to explode things with your mind.
(19:27:57) Cronrus: Hah hah hah my how things have gone awry
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
open into infinity
I always have a million things to say until I actually sit down to post, and then it all falls apart.
As those of you unfortunate enough to follow me on Twitter no doubt gathered, I went home for the weekend because it was Dad's birthday. I loooove that car and I loooove letting him drive me around on gravel roads with forty-five degree hills and grass growing down the middle, but there's always this little nagging voice in the back of my mind that tells me if he rolls it we're dead. I need to get that GPS service activated on my phone so at least Mom can tell them where to find the bodies.
Punkin: I keep thinking about the squid thing and all I come up with is tentacle rape. really?
If I were going to have children, I would name them Serenity Sapphire and Amethyst Aurora, because they would end up hating me anyway, so I should at least enjoy it. Mom wanted to name me Amethyst, but Dad wouldn't let her. Alarmingly, I had a whole slew of clients who kept calling me Amy. To the best of my knowledge, Bertha never had an accountant named Amy. Maybe that's the dead triplet's name, although I really think her name is a series of unpronounceable symbols.
I sing a lot when I'm feeling like someone forgot to connect the dots. Quite often in the car, and also at Luka if no one else is home. In particular this one. I suddenly found myself trying to explain Alexis to JL today without mentioning the Sailorkitty thing, because there just need to be boundaries. Even if she got to watch me blow steam out my nose and chant SHIT SHIT SHIT during the last two minutes of the grail auction. Even if she puts fake rats in my desk drawers and fake animal droppings under my chair. I do not want to be feared by my employees, but sometimes I wonder if it's fun.
The lower-level ladies' room at work has an automatic air freshener. I frequently go down there because no women work downstairs, and I am such a high-level lady that I can't stand people listening to me tinkle. Since it's basically my own personal bathroom, the door doesn't open that often, and the air freshener can get pretty strong. It is just PAINFULLY evocative of something, and I FINALLY TODAY identified it as Biskit's faux-Play-Doh Flower Makin' Basket. IT SMELLS EXACTLY LIKE THAT. EXACTLY.
I need to revive Lime Girls, or someone needs to do a tribute album, or something. Seriously.
As those of you unfortunate enough to follow me on Twitter no doubt gathered, I went home for the weekend because it was Dad's birthday. I loooove that car and I loooove letting him drive me around on gravel roads with forty-five degree hills and grass growing down the middle, but there's always this little nagging voice in the back of my mind that tells me if he rolls it we're dead. I need to get that GPS service activated on my phone so at least Mom can tell them where to find the bodies.
Punkin: I keep thinking about the squid thing and all I come up with is tentacle rape. really?
If I were going to have children, I would name them Serenity Sapphire and Amethyst Aurora, because they would end up hating me anyway, so I should at least enjoy it. Mom wanted to name me Amethyst, but Dad wouldn't let her. Alarmingly, I had a whole slew of clients who kept calling me Amy. To the best of my knowledge, Bertha never had an accountant named Amy. Maybe that's the dead triplet's name, although I really think her name is a series of unpronounceable symbols.
I sing a lot when I'm feeling like someone forgot to connect the dots. Quite often in the car, and also at Luka if no one else is home. In particular this one. I suddenly found myself trying to explain Alexis to JL today without mentioning the Sailorkitty thing, because there just need to be boundaries. Even if she got to watch me blow steam out my nose and chant SHIT SHIT SHIT during the last two minutes of the grail auction. Even if she puts fake rats in my desk drawers and fake animal droppings under my chair. I do not want to be feared by my employees, but sometimes I wonder if it's fun.
The lower-level ladies' room at work has an automatic air freshener. I frequently go down there because no women work downstairs, and I am such a high-level lady that I can't stand people listening to me tinkle. Since it's basically my own personal bathroom, the door doesn't open that often, and the air freshener can get pretty strong. It is just PAINFULLY evocative of something, and I FINALLY TODAY identified it as Biskit's faux-Play-Doh Flower Makin' Basket. IT SMELLS EXACTLY LIKE THAT. EXACTLY.
I need to revive Lime Girls, or someone needs to do a tribute album, or something. Seriously.
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