Pete made disgusted noises when I showed him the expensive one, and said it looked dreadful and tacky.
Actually my comment was more like "that is made of shite" because I am a regular cheery sunbeam.
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Yeah, no. Really, spackling an already timid bat design with a mixed bag of gems and calling it good? So not good design. I wouldn't pay 10 bucks for the thing.
ION, I have no motivation. None. I can't find the drive to start work on any of my personal projects and am having mighty bouts of feeling like my ideas are worthless and/or I just can't face the amount of work needed to make these ideas a reality. In short, hosed. Not having a good day. I thought I'd tackle another one of my to-do items which is check out Zazzle.com and see if they're worth trying with an eye to quitting Cafe Press, but the Zazzle site is a maze of links with real info scattered all about. One simple fucking page explaining how to get everything running and how much control you have over layout would have been nice, thankyouveryfuckingmuch.
Yup, regular pisspot of shunshine, that's me.
...Aaaaand, I see the typo for sunshine above, but I'm leaving it cos it's kind of cool.
Sigh. I managed to fail my editing roll.
Jilli: [link]
I think you need this.
Pete, awesome typo. EVEN IF TRYING TO POINT THAT OUT ATE MY POST.
Shunshine really sounds like it should be a novel about goths doesn't it? Or vampires, I suppose.
$325 for a door knocker? Pass.
I think I used to see things like that in junk shops going for 50p.
I think I used to see things like that in junk shops going for 50p.
With the letter slot?
It's the letter slot that makes it.
Yeah, with the letter slot, but lacking the bat.
Anyway, unless those things have good spring-loading they rattle like fuck when there's a stiff breeze.
Plei, I hope you're happy. I have "Church of Hot Addiction" stuck in my head, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT.
Anyway, unless those things have good spring-loading they rattle like fuck when there's a stiff breeze.
The knocker or the slot? I've got an old mail slot, and it doesn't rattle a bit. Of course, I also have a screen/storm door.
Plei, I hope you're happy. I have "Church of Hot Addiction" stuck in my head, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT.
G.A.B.E is the drug you can't deny.
HEY HEY HEY. His light is, in fact, electric.
He's got electric eyes.
And, has he mentioned, he can get you high?
Being, of course, the drug you can't deny.
I love that silly song so much.
I am not supposed to have Cobra Starship songs stuck in my head. I still blame you.
My friend's funeral was yesterday: the saddest one I've been to so far. Each of us got a white rose to put on her grave at the end. The whole thing was good for me - that day, I started process her death, and stop expecting someone to tell me it just was a huge, horrible mistake. I got the chance to say goodbye. And after it... well, I thought I'll never stop being so sad. But it got a little bit better this morning. I don't feel entirely incompetent doing nothing but sit and be sad anymore. In fact, I'm taking a break from kitchen cleaning right now, and will henna my hair later. Not quite the massive cleaning I planned for this weekend, but I'm doing what I can.
A bunch of friends is gonna do a get together which isn't a shiv'ah. To tell stories, to comfort each other. I didn't want to go there at first, but now I'm thinking it might be nice. Hell, I even got the skirt for it, as shallow as it might seem(s?), and I consider bringing there something alcoholic. Or at least cookies.
