Grrrrr. That fucking Stephen Deken and his fucking failure to back shit up. Do you know how behind I am in my journal reading? Why, I’m two and a half WEEKS behind in my journal reading, because for almost a week after surgery I wasn’t reading any journals, and I haven’t had a chance to catch up. And when I do find time to read journals, I tend to catch up on one at a time, and do you know how many diary-x journals I read? A LOT. And now I’ll NEVER know what they said, DAMNIT.
You diary-xers, you can find a better place than that, trust me. Hell, at this point it’s almost cheaper to buy your own domain and pay for hosting.
Okay, I don’t know that it’s cheaper to get your own domain and pay for hosting; I just made that up. But please, for the love of god, ditch that diary-x shit. Get a free account at Opendiary.com! Diaryland! Anywhere!
Of course, I guess this means it’ll take a lot less time for me to get caught up on my journal reading, huh?
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So, y’all know that I have a
Netflix account, and that I love me some Netflix, right? Well, last week I had it set up just right so that I mailed a movie back to Netflix on Saturday, knowing that at the very top of my queue was
In Her Shoes, and since they’d receive the returned movie on Monday, they’d mail out In Her Shoes on Monday, and I’d have it on Tuesday. I was really looking forward to seeing In Her Shoes, since I’d meant to see it in the theater, but I ALWAYS intend to see movies in the theater and never do.
Still haven’t seen
Brokeback Mountain, and I’m dying to see it!
Anyway, Netflix received the movie on Monday just like I figured they would, and sent me an email saying that they were sending In Her Shoes my way, and so all was well in BitchyLand.
Then Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday came and went, and no movie. So I went to Netflix and reported it as missing in the mail, checked the box that indicated that I wanted a replacement movie, and waited. That one came two days later, and all was once again well in BitchyLand.
Then I got an email from Netflix telling me that they’d received the “lost” movie back in the mail. Which means, I think, that either the envelope got trashed and they couldn’t read who it was supposed to go to, so they sent it back. OR it means that the mailman delivered my damn movie to the wrong damn address, and the person who got it opened it to see what it was, then either watched it and sent it back, or just sent it back.
I suspect the latter, personally. Fuckers.
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So, the spud had a Valentine’s Day gift sent to her by her boyfriend (not the one she went to the dance with back in the Fall. He’s a jackass and we don’t like him, got it? The current boyfriend seems okay.). Guess what it was?
A balloon.
Poor Sugarbutt. I instructed the spud to keep the balloon in her room so as not to traumatize the Sug, but I can only imagine what his little face will look like when he moseys into her room for a nap on her bed, and he sees the dreaded balloon sitting there smiling evilly down at him.
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Miz Poo thinks that cute little Jason Priestly grew up pretty nicely. She’s also aghast that they canceled Love Monkey. Damn them!
Sugarbutt must be very, very dirty, because his brothers sure do clean him a lot.
Is that a happy Tommy, or what?
Tommy was sitting on a pillow on Fred’s lap, and Fred had to get up to do something, so he put Tommy – pillow and all – on the floor. Tommy waited patiently for Fred to come back, in this exact position the entire time.
All of today’s uploaded pictures are
here.
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Previously
2005: Collab
2004: No entry.
2003: No entry.
2002: William Fichtner is a hottie.
2001: I hope I’m not doing serious damage to myself, but if you saw how clean the showers get, you’d know how much it’s worth it.
2000: I highly recommend a warm, purring kitten laying against you when you’re feeling nauseous.]]>