Random bits

I'm shipping off a friend's birthday gift today in the only box I could find: a tampon box, from which I had to remove the tampons. I'm picturing her face when she opens it. I think she might find it funny. Her husband, though, will probably be embarrassed.

Today is my younger cousin's wedding. I forgot to send a card and will be sending that today as well. Jeez, I'm tacky.

I can't fucking believe the D cup bras I own are now too small. WTF?! I keep looking around to see if someone's jabbed a tube into my breasts and is inflating them. It's really quite bothersome. I'm only 5'2"-5'3". I don't need DD breasts. Make them stop.

The strawberries I bought at Larry's taste like...the store, and not strawberries, which is a bit disconcerting (and kind of gross). I think they were more ripe than I thought.

I should, yet again, already be working this morning. It's just so hard to make myself go down to the dingy garage and sweep.

( Lyrics to the song I listen to, because it's lovely )

Okay, fine. Here I go.

Okay, I admit it

I find it depressing when authors I like write SG-1 stories filled with Vala-love. I really do. Just as depressed as I got with the mass exodus of writers to frigging SGA from SG-1.

Yeah, I know, I'm totally inflexible on this issue. Shame on me. I just...she doesn't belong on the show (on a full time basis) and I don't like her in fanfiction (on a full time basis) and it bothers me that SG-1 is forever changed (to me) because of her. My brain already wouldn't go past mid season five, but it still feels like there's this pall hanging over the earlier seasons because I know what happens after them, even if I refuse to think about it openly.

I'm PMSing and just frustrated as hell at the moment. Will try to watch season two tomorrow and hope it pulls me out of the funk.

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I'm hungry and don't have anything that I really want to eat. This is a problem that I'm not sure I really have the motivation to fix. Would chocolate count as dinner?