Now you try

In case anyone was concerned, thanks to the intervention a few days ago, I did not buy the Speed Racer shoes. Generally the sizes of things don't matter much to me (as evidenced by the SR sweatshirt I got off ebay that is enormous and dress-like but I love it anyway) but shoes are a different matter. Thank you all for your information; it will be useful if I ever do decide to buy the shoes in the correct size off the Puma website, but they're $90 on there and I'm cheap.

Also, Don pointed out that they're not Adidas from Japan, so.

I did, however, acquire the Mach 5 pillow and I sleep with it now and it's amazing and soft and squeezeable and wonderful and I love it. And probably a lot more fun than shoes.

In other news, there is no other news, really. It looks to be a slow day at work, so I have the feeling I may update multiple times with things I've been meaning to post about but never seem to get around to. Of course, this depends on what time my boss comes in and if she finds some inane project for me to do. I'm trying to figure out my work schedule so I can see sculplady sometime this weekend, and I really need to plan my adventure back east to get the rest of my crap.

Our bar of soap was almost totally diminished so when I showered I used this Bath and Body Works "Chocolate Amber" gel that I got from my birthday and holy god. @.@ It is way too potent and I smell like I'm a 43 year old working mom in New York circa 1996. I'm hoping that when I wait for the bus the wind will blow it away a little bit because it's making me sneeze pretty badly. This is why I can't have nice things.

Faster Four Star! Kill! Kill!

There are times when one might ask oneself, "self, am I an qualifiable asshole?"

If you're not sure how to answer, one might then inquire of oneself, "Do I steal VHS tapes from my locally owned and operated video store, particularly if there is any implication that a woman might be naked for even a second?"

If you answered yes to the second question then motherfucker, you will face my furious vengeance because I am getting so fucking sick of this bastardly thief that's stealing shit from my store. Some of these tapes are expensive and irreplaceable, they're things that haven't had any DVD release at all, and now they're just gone. And then the asshole who's stealing the covers from the hentai. Now we have to put security codes on the covers of everything that has naked women on it (which is like half of the goddamn foreign section) and also keep all VHS that may or may not contain women behind the counter.

Motherfucker.

I don't like hearing the distressed shriek of my boss as we show her something else that's been stolen. It's a scary, harpy-esque sound. I so want to camp out on top of some of the shelves and just watch for this lowlife to come in again. And then I will descend upon him and tear off his head.

Dammit.

And I STILL smell like total madness!

Note to self: bookmark this on personnel computer.