I think I'm done here. I'd reccomend against using this place to get a hold of me any further ( Read more... )

( A Saturday Moment )

An open reply to an email I just received

Monstre is French for Monster. I'm trying to be fucking whimsical.

My response to your second question is Shut up.

I freaking hate people.

[Bag of strange chinese foiled thingers that look like firecrackers between us]
H-Monstre: You have to try these candies...
Moi: What are they?
H-Monstre: Just try one...
Moi: I'm not sure about this...
H-Monstre: C'mon...
Moi: Tries
H-Monstre: Grin Moi: What the fuck are these ( Read more... )

An open response to an E-mail I just received.

Moi is French for -me-.

An open reminder to everyone else.

Just because I disallow comments is not an invitation to email me for clarifications.

Coworker: Here...you can listen to this...
Moi: What is it?
Coworker: The Best of "Heart"
Moi: So the CD is what.... three songs long?
Coworker: .....

It's been a long fucking day ( Read more... )

My life hasn't been really eventful lately. My eyes hurt, I'm more tired than usual, and for some reason, more often than usual, I've been asked to explain my feelings more than once by someone I don't like enough to elaborate them to.

It's not like my emotions are something in a petri dish I can quantify. I'm kind of getting damned tired of ( Read more... )

My hands smell pretty right now.

Slow week. I can live with that. I, at least have more to do than stare at a wall. Despite how innately pretty the wall is. Which it very much is.

I have a weekend in front of me, and I havem't bothered to plan out a damn minute of it. A friend of mine is having an "Open house" which is like a housewarming party over the course of two days. Despite ( Read more... )