My clothes (including my costume for tomorrow) just got locked inside the washing machine.


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My clothes (including my costume for tomorrow) just got locked inside the washing machine.
We finally managed Christmas last night!
I gave lotion, think geek awesomeness, and candy bars the size of your head, and among the other awesomeness I was given I got a new hard drive with a copy of Windows 8, A gorgeous jewelry box almost as big as my torso, and the Shadowscapes tarot by Stephanie Law.
In spite of finding Win8 to be the ugliest operating system I've ever had, I look forward to someday getting all my games copied over without losing my saves, having my comp run faster, and no longer asking myself "Why does every game I buy have to be an uphill battle to actually run?" Vista problems.
In the mean time I stole my brother's keyboard because mine doesn't have a numpad. I'm booting from my old drive to commune with my years of accumulated (beloved) crap.
Also reading tarot reading articles, because that deck just knocked my socks off. Is it weird to be this level of put off by the wishy-washy "open your heart to the love of the universe" language from the booklet, and still be intensely fascinated with the concept?
JO: Shayla, can we have a six pack of PBR together?
Me: As long as you don't walk out on me and leave me to care for 6 PBRs.
My waitress, she's the girl with the roots!
A "fat ghetto bitch" (her words) that Maggie was serving
STILL HASEN"T SEEN SHERLOCK BECAUSE OF SHITTY INTERNET.
FUCK
34 % DOWNLOADED
THIS IS RIDICULOUS.
FUCK YOU, VISTA. FUCK YOU.
Also, that awkward moment when your English class is interrupted by the crying children of your fellow students.