Hallooooo, actual blog! I am alive. However I am very poor, which is why I did not do cards or anything for the holidays. :( Also! My family has a new house, but it's a fixer-upper, so that's what I've been doing with my time lately. Updates will likely continue to be scarce, but I still love you all, flist!

Last night I dreamed that I was scheduled a shift at work and that the schedule, rather than specifying me as floor supervisor or guest service or whatever for this shift, said "Meeting Re: [something] Jars" and that when I showed up, it turned out that this meant horse training. LovelyBossWoman informed me that I needed to get these three horses accustomed to this one path we needed them to run. The horses were right outside the office, and the trail was around the back, though some hills and whatnot. This isn't the weirdest work dream I've ever had or anything, which is probably why I had a hard time realizing that it wasn't reality when I woke up. Once conscious, I was kinda worried, because I know fuckall about horses. So I rolled over, grabbed my ipod off the dresser, went to Wikipedia, and was halfway through typing "horse training" in the search before I realized that: a) we don't have any horses at the movie theater; b) if we did no one would ask me, of all people, to train them; and c) if for some reason I was asked to train them, Wikipedia probably wouldn't be sufficient enough to get me up to speed on horsey knowledge.

AAAAAAAH

Oct. 17th, 2011 11:41 am
Wincon is over, and in a minute I won't even be on the same side of the Mississippi as [livejournal.com profile] acehorner, and the people waiting for me at home are all making these rational life choices right now like they thing they're some kind of grownups or something and I feel so weirdly emotional and I caaaaaan't.
Ok, sorry to spam, but I'M HAVING PROBLEMS AND WHAT IS THE INTERNET HERE FOR IF NOT TO LISTEN TO MY WHINING.

As you may know, [livejournal.com profile] acehorner, the Gachala Emerald of the museum of my heart, is currently separated from me by a continent. Thus, I require stationery. Sending letters on regular printer paper is uncouth. BUT THE STATIONERY INDUSTRY IS SO FRUSTRATING. See, I'm a swanky broad and I require stationery that is kinda fancy. Or, well, pretty. I want it to be nice to look at even prior to its fornication with ink. But in addition to fancyness, the stationery must also be informal enough for me to feel comfortable drawing pornographic stick figure comics on it. Because that is inevitable.

SUCH STATIONERY DOES NOT EXIST. It's all either entirely too plain to stand on its own underneath the words, or it's ridiculously ornate and I'll feel like I'm drawing porny stick figures on Queen Elizabeth's dressing gown.

[livejournal.com profile] acehorner DESERVES WONDERFUL LETTERS, WHAT AM I GOING TO DOOOOO?
GOD HELP ME I KIND OF SHIP IT A LITTLE.

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