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Umm...everyone ELSE was Jezebel!!

It's cold and raining outside. Another perfect day to curl up with a book and ignore the world at large. I'm still going to the dining room to gaze adoringly at my new deeshes :) They're so purrrtyyy :) PLUS...
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<b>Umm...everyone ELSE was Jezebel!!</b>

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It's cold and raining outside. Another perfect day to curl up with a book and ignore the world at large. I'm still going to the dining room to gaze adoringly at my new deeshes :) They're so purrrtyyy :) PLUS...
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So muchooooo thanks to <lj user="goddess_eir">! Yay! The cookies are yummmmmmmmy :)

My neighbors have GOT TO GO. It's non-stop visiting around here, and they just don't GET IT that I WORK from HOME. OMG. GO AWAYYYYYYYY. I hate to be mean, but dang...enough is enough. My real life friends don't visit THIS often. I've TOLD them 'My rules' but apparently, they missed that lil section of the memo. UNREAL. I just yelled THROUGH THE DOOR at Allison. Told her about my fever, and said I didn't want HER to get it. Er...I <i>am</i> contagious right now, so there. Unbelievable. Everyone is sick right now from what I'VE seen. Gads. And I STILL haven't finished Christmas shopping. I'm the biggest dork ALIVE. Or a guy, trapped in a girl's body. Something.

Talked with my dad via IM last night, trying to find a way to visit without mother being involved. *Sigh* It just can't happen; she won't allow it. She'll be standing at the door, being all evil, and <b>the thought of just looking at her right now makes me feel homicidal.</b> There's that.

Ohhh, and yeah. Richard decides last night that he's going to message me. UMHM. I've repeatedly (and repeatedly) asked him TO PLEASE LEAVEMETHEHELLALONE and it's not WORKING. He was trying to be all 'nice' (and perhaps I'll post the chat in here later, in a friend's only post); even after BLOCKING him, he still kept on. THEN had the audacity to WANT TO VIEW MY WEBCAM.


Mkay. Enough anger expended on HIM.

<b>Moving right along to Southern Living/Progress</b>
OMG. The FedEx package that really didn't catch on fire allegedly ended up at Southern Living. And OMG; I got some low-level mailroom Canadian WHO REALLY HAD AN ATTITUDE. He finally started yelling at me, and told me I'd NEVER see my package, and he knew where I LIVED. OMG. I was livid. I let him HAVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IT. When I called to speak with HIS supervisor, again, Canadian who acted JUST LIKE THE OTHER GUY. OMG. So...I'm going over BOTH of their heads, straight to ownership (I've WRITTEN for these magazines, for crying out loud, and I want MY PACKAGE); and by the end of today, SOMEONE'S gonna lose their job or be sued. The end. Grrrrrrrrr.

<b>Then, FedEx mysteriously arrives</b>
He had a crazed look in his eye, but my package arrived! Yay! Jen is so great :D Am gonna wait til Christmas to open the wrapped ones (and am mortified that K will think YOU'RE a better mom than *I* am ... GRrrrr...). Am muy tempted to take a little peek NOW. Heh. :) The fedex guy looked all nervous, as I was multi-tasking when he showed up (threatening the AmSouth guy). has been "let's see who we want to kill most" day. It's now a tossup, but they're ALL on my "people to kill" list. Heh. Maybe I need a lil nap. Bein' a hatah is no good. Not good for the heart, for shore. I need to just let go of it all, and forgive them for being <b>idiots</b>. And that's that.

Mkay, I've dealt with all this schtuff long enough today, and need a serious break. The monitor is making me queesy *sic* and no, I'm not going to the dictionary to see if I spelled this correct. Heh. The details of last night/today shall remain private. <img src="" width=1 height=1> </lj-cut>


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