Don't. Even. Ask.
The Spam Report
There are simply an amazing variety of things I'm completely not interested in. It's mindblowing.
J-Lo's engagement ring, for one. I'm telling you, it's beating the penis ads with a big dildo these days. It's everywhere. Every fifth piece of spam. The penis thing has to settle for second place, and I almost feel bad for the spammers--they are so majorly falling behind in their target market.
You know, heterosexual females that don't want penises. Uh huh.
And I'm still finding it vaguely weird that breast enlargement spam is so low, comparatively speaking. I get more about the unusual charactestics of farm animal/human relations than that. Makes me kind of sad for the spammers. Poor things.
Sildenafil citrate. That's the one that is trying to match J-Lo's ring. I'm really, really tired of that one, too. And I don't even know what it is.
More recs. I felt like shit and needed to be cuddled.
Regression by Mairead. It's--crayons. It's sweet. It aches in all kinds of good ways. And it makes me smile in this huge, huge way.
Small Encounter by Simon. I really, really didn't like Joanie in the show. The fanfic only makes it more fun to dislike her. Ah, the joys of clean hate. *happy*
Chocolate and Long Ass Days
While semi-conscious, I did some work on the Treasury and my website and some images I'm trying to put together for a friend. Reminding myself yet again I have no natural talent for this doesn't stop me from getting really, really excited about opening Adobe, even if everything was blurry for a while there.
I'm scared to see what I produced. It's got to be scary stuff, considering I was thinking how I'd like to do a site one day all XML in primary colors.
I really, really need a week or so off. God knows I have the leave time coming, I should just take off the first week in October and be done with it. And though I hate to do it, since we're in a hiring freeze of a kind and they may not replace me, I really do need to consider applying for that other job. I know I won't like it as much--okay, I know I'm going to hate it. It's high data entry, leave charting, math, projections, projects, computer shit that I can do half asleep and hung over if I have to. It won't be with clients, I won't be doing what I actually like, but there's a twenty five percent pay increase and not as much mandatory overtime. And--
And I want to go abroad next summer for two weeks. And I can do it if I'm careful and if I change jobs. I want to pack up Nick in a bag, metaphorically speaking, and drop off the face of the earth and eat lots of food that I can't identify and possibly end up on a dirt road in the middle of Slovakia trying to track down my fourth cousins once removed. Get really, really lost in what was once Bavaria. See where Maria Born was born before her family picked up and dashed across the ocean and ended up in Galveston. Check out the entire thing of being Wendish. Go to Amsterdam. *smiles* For no particular reason.
I wonder if I can nag Bethy into going with me. *mulls* She caved for the beach thing....
And I don't have any chocolate. Dammit.
I'm going to go nag people on AIM now to entertain me.