I think right now, what with the hardly-any-income thing, too much open credit is no good for me. I have plenty left available on other cards.
Natter 36: But We Digress...
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I was surprised that no one at the range was shooting handguns any farther.
It's not a long distance gun. You need to do trap & skeet, now.
Cool, Jesse. On the Lehaneness, and Love Train as processional. Want a Derek Strange movie more, though, being that my Greek literary boyfriend's books do not fill me with suicide-levels of misery by the time I'm done.Also, most bitchin' movie soundtracks, EVER.
I went clay-pigeon shooting once. I shot... 1 out of 50. There was not much in the way of helpful guidance, though, other than how not to accidentally shoot your partners. Felt odd carrying around a gun (Shotgun? I don't really know. There was, I'm going to say a barrel, could have been two, and I had to reload after every two shots.) Fun, though.
Been a few days. Congrats all around. I'm afraid to list, but new marriages, new houses, new jobs, and last days -- woo!
Shotgun.
Good. I almost said rifle, but that didn't seem right.
I just went to Ikea to buy something for work, not realizing that they were having a sale today.
Please excuse me while I go hate people.
Please excuse me while I go hate people.
I don't think you need an excuse for that.
It's not a long distance gun.
Well, I figured I was using training wheels and shooting short. My instructor did demonstrate some stuff at 15 yards, but he was kinda showing off, I guess.
Ikea does encourage genocidal thoughts. I try and avoid at the not-worst of times.
I need to decide if I'm going to this beach volleyball thing. Of course, needing to decide means I'm probably not going. Its appeal is that I'll only know one person there, and I'll be on a beach in my swimsuit. The downside is that I have work to do, and the avoidance dance takes hours. Also, I kinda want to stay home and daydream about surfing and shooting. In fact, I want to go surfing again now.
A co-kravver broke his nose yesterday. Well, some other guy broke his nose, with a kick. Second time he's had it broken, and this time it's pretty messed up. He has a test today, which he showed up for anyway, all swole-faced. We're so broken on the inside, to never stay home. It's not like his nose is in further danger, but vigourous movement? Bound to hurt. People were oohhing over my black eye (still very colourful, a week later), and I'm like "Dude. Broken nose, ten o'clock." I'm still more dramatic to look at though, and will be until his swelling goes down and his black eyes set in.
We're so broken on the inside, to never stay home.
It's nice you realize this.
eta: Which do you think you enjoyed more, ita, surfing, or shooting?