And God said, “This shit is cray.”

For the record, buying a house is the most aggravating, exhausting, irritating, frustrating, sit-and-wait experience I have EVER had in my life. People who decide to sell houses in a depressed market should know in advance that most rational-thinking buyers are NOT going to pay list prices. I don't give a flying fuck if you installed outside electrical outlets to make hanging Christmas lights more convenient. I'm not paying your original asking price.

UGH, REAL ESTATE. I'm so sick of this, and we've only been looking for a month and a half. At this point, I just want to throw in the towel. Who needs equity? /o\

You know what would make me feel tons better? HAVING MY DELUXE EDITION OF PRETTY. ODD.

Hi, I'm Grumpy McGrumperpants. How are you?

This is the state of my poor, poor laptop at the moment:

( cut for the humanity of it all )

For the record, that is Mr. Foxx's third design, and it's actually working pretty well. We joke that he should ditch the law degree and go into engineering. HAHA. *cries* It's like the Elephant Man laptop or something. (HOWEVER, I am more than likely getting this shiny thing in a month or two. \o/ \o/ Because, um, Mr. Foxx just got this and is sort of flailing all over it, so I really just can't sit around with my duct-tape-and-pizza-box monstrosity in the meantime, y'know? KIDDIES, THIS IS HOW A RELATIONSHIP WORKS FOR NERDS.)

I love this icon so much. Just...FYI. *hands*

ETA: UGH, I fail at birthdays. HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY TO crystalkirk and mediocrechick! Love you both lots! ♥

my mother: I remember now what I wanted to ask you to get me for Christmas.
me: Oh?
mother: Yes! I'd like to read something you've written lately. But I know you're so private with your stories, and I'm not even sure you're writing lately?
me: [*DIES FOREVER*] Um.
mother: Are you writing anything lately?
me: ..........No?
mother: Well, I didn't think so, but just keep it in mind.
me: YEAH, I'LL DO THAT.

MEANWHILE, I HAVE MY AIM CONVO WINDOW OPEN WITH THE CHATPORN I'M CURRENTLY PLANNING WITH adellyna. THE UNIVERSE HAS A SICK SENSE OF HUMOR, METHINKS.

GERARD IN MY MOOD ICON IS ME RIGHT NOW.

Today was my annual office Christmas party. Although I always wish we had parties a la "The Office" that included five bottles of vodka and an iPod, instead we all bring in a shitload of homemade food and then do what's sometimes called a Chinese Gift Exchange in the middle of the day. This consists of my two bosses going to Wal-Mart the night before and buying random cheap gifts for everyone, then wrapping them all in anonymous packages. On the day of the party, everyone draws a number, and the lowest number picks first while the higher numbers get to steal gifts from the lower numbers.

ANYWAY. Someone who drew a lower number than me picked a gift that was a holiday polar bear soap dispenser with matching hand towels (I LOVE polar bears, omg). I promptly spazzed my FACE off and practically LEAPT ACROSS THE TABLE, yelling, "OH MY GOD, MINE MINE MINE GIMME YAY!!"

Everyone else in the room: ...

shleemeri is always telling me I have Brendon tendencies? But yeah. I really am the Brendon Urie of my office.

I'm also crazy obsessed with this song at the moment: Don't Ya Know - Moonbabies

For some reason, I've convinced myself that Patrick Stump has this song somewhere on his iPod. Maybe this is because, for various reasons, I'm in a very Patrick state of mind lately, idk.

Tomorrow night, Golden Compass. I don't even care if I'll hate it, I must seeeee it.

Things of a personal note:

* It's snowing! Pretty, fluffy little flakes that really make me wish I was home with a mug of hot coco and my fuzzy slippers.

* Mr. Foxx has decided to open his own law firm. This brings many various reactions out of me, ranging from "..." to "!!!" to "WE'RE DOOMED" (/C3PO voice). IDK, it's insane. Nothing's set in stone, but I'm decidedly freaking out at the moment.

* I hate having fic to share but not being able to, y'know, share it. Stupid anon Christmas exchanges. *g*

* The Golden Compass is getting crappy reviews. Woe.

* My subject line = Jon Walker. That is all. :D