o irony and stuff
May. 17th, 2006 11:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhiaDespite my post against text on shirts, I'm wearing a NINE_INCH_NAILS [WITH_TEETH] shirt today.
But it's Trentmas! (And, the text is mostly covered by a crocheted sweater thingie.)
Yesterday was expensive. The green line was borked at rush hour, and, Super-Genius that I am, I thought it'd be faster to grab a cab than just hike over to the red line. So not only was I still late for my personal trainer, but I had to stop at an ATM en route, because the idling in rush hour traffic drove up the fare past what I had on hand. Aha! It was going to be one of those bleeding cash days! So, I bought a gym massage too. After completing my mission to Kinkos, Bartley's turned out to be closed by 9 pm. Fine! If I can't spend $10, I'll spend $50. So there! I ended up at Sandrine's.
(It was, of course, excellent. Although, Alsacian is still French for German. Someday I'll learn not to be tricked by master chefs into consuming sauerkraut, even if riesling soaked and disturbingly yummy. Then again, my taste buds are up to no good lately. I steamed plain spinach a few days ago, and it tasted good. Not "I'm eating healthy and this isn't bitter greens" good, but "I'm raiding the leftover spinach like it's chips" good. That's just not right.)
More of the Real World(TM) has been sucked into the Stick-Figure Borg. My personal trainer was jealous of my Senior LAAAAME Merit Badge, so I threatened to rate my training sessions by sending n amount of joy buzzers or fake fake vomit. (I'm guessing the former when I'm not in major pain? the latter when my abs turn rogue? I haven't devised a decent rating system yet.) And![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hahathor called me from Vega$ to mention the Mariachi Madness slot machine. snicker, er, I mean, ZOMG! >.>
But it's Trentmas! (And, the text is mostly covered by a crocheted sweater thingie.)
Yesterday was expensive. The green line was borked at rush hour, and, Super-Genius that I am, I thought it'd be faster to grab a cab than just hike over to the red line. So not only was I still late for my personal trainer, but I had to stop at an ATM en route, because the idling in rush hour traffic drove up the fare past what I had on hand. Aha! It was going to be one of those bleeding cash days! So, I bought a gym massage too. After completing my mission to Kinkos, Bartley's turned out to be closed by 9 pm. Fine! If I can't spend $10, I'll spend $50. So there! I ended up at Sandrine's.
(It was, of course, excellent. Although, Alsacian is still French for German. Someday I'll learn not to be tricked by master chefs into consuming sauerkraut, even if riesling soaked and disturbingly yummy. Then again, my taste buds are up to no good lately. I steamed plain spinach a few days ago, and it tasted good. Not "I'm eating healthy and this isn't bitter greens" good, but "I'm raiding the leftover spinach like it's chips" good. That's just not right.)
More of the Real World(TM) has been sucked into the Stick-Figure Borg. My personal trainer was jealous of my Senior LAAAAME Merit Badge, so I threatened to rate my training sessions by sending n amount of joy buzzers or fake fake vomit. (I'm guessing the former when I'm not in major pain? the latter when my abs turn rogue? I haven't devised a decent rating system yet.) And
hahathor called me from Vega$ to mention the Mariachi Madness slot machine. snicker, er, I mean, ZOMG! >.>
