where does the phrase "came back WRONG" come from
Said of Buffy, post-resurrection, as diagnosed with pure handwavium.
Buffy ,'Get It Done'
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where does the phrase "came back WRONG" come from
Said of Buffy, post-resurrection, as diagnosed with pure handwavium.
where does the phrase "came back WRONG" come from
Said of Buffy, post-resurrection, as diagnosed with pure handwavium.
I thought that diagnosis was made with whywasIabletopunchyou-ium.
I feel like my face is frozen into a deer-in-the-headlights expression of late.
Apparently a coworker got called out for that by our CEO the other day. Dag.
whywasIabletopunchyou-ium.
It works if you think of a punch as waving the hand really hard. And stopping on someone else's face.
Handwavium for the handwavium!
Oh lord.
Anyway, I don't mind putting away clothes. Most hang in the walking closet, anyway. And I basically do a couple loads every two weeks, fold it at the drier to avoid wrinklage, cart it upstairs to the closet and hang.
Getting dressed in the morning is mostly making sure I'm not wearing black on top and bottom because they don't match. Then shoes depending on what the not-black is. If I'm actually making an effort, I think hard enough to decide whether I should wear purple or dark khaki eyeliner. I usually don't think that hard.
Yeah, if I had room to fold it at the dryer, that would help heaps. But my w/d right now is a stacked unit stuffed halfway into the hall closet. I pull the laundry out and throw it on the loveseat, which is perched halfway in the entry in an attempt to make the living room look bigger. Which is a great choice, because then it means that every delivery person who comes to the door is first greeted with a pile of laundry. I look so cool and together.
Did I say I was going to go do laundry? I am. Especially now, 'cause LeechBlock is about to cut me off.
Oh dear loward. Just checked my answering machine. My sometimes boundary-challenged neighbor called me at 1:15 AM to tell me the power was back on. I guess since a lot of my lights came on (because I didn't recall which were on and off, and the never-on light in the bedroom was, in fact, on) he assumed I was up. So lucky I was sound asleep and the light didn't wake me up until 2:30.
Unless...shit. Maybe he did wake me up. I think the time on the machine is an hour off. I might've been able to sleep through too-bright. Damnit.
It would be simpler if I stopped eating.
This is what I'm doing. Just for a couple of days. But all my dishes are clean and will stay that way!
I hate doing laundry. The perceived inconvenience is way bigger than the actual inconvenience for me, so I don't really know why I hate it so much. I have stopped using the dryer unless I'm doing bedding/jeans/towels I'll throw other stuff in if those things are getting dried, but if it's all tops & skirts & pants, I just let them air-dry on hangers. Partly to tell myself I'm being environmentally conscious, partly because I was told that it's better for my clothes, and mostly because it's one less step to bother with.
Strega, according to Wiki, the misogynistic wtf was issue 186.Oh, thanks, BigDuluth! The guy I was going to give it to turned out to be crazy enough on his own, so it was probably for the best that I couldn't find it at the time.
Speaking of crazy, today I played internet psychologist and diagnosed myself with avoidant personality disorder. Which is way cooler than imposter syndrome, so neener.
In conclusion... er, I don't know. I'm in a really strange mood.