Just kidding

I kept telling myself that today I would finally go to Michael's for supplies. I wrote it down, 'tweeted' it, and talked about it to get myself amped up for the trek over there. I even reminded myself that there's a Sharky's restaurant nearby, and that I could grab a burrito on my way back.

I came home, pondered it some more, and fell asleep.

It also had to do with how tired I felt from this morning. Maybe it was the crash one gets after consuming coffee. Whatever it was, my soy, caramel misto wasn't doing jack shit to stimulate my 'stay awake' functions. Chris was sweet and let me go home on time, haha. I told him I could stay later if it was needed -- someone was sent home-- but he joked about how much I get asked to stay later, thus... the joke of letting me go home on time was born.

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Kristof came over and hung out yesterday. He and Rot wrote up a contract for band stuff. It was already announced, but Rot is officially writing guitars for Dawn of Ashes. I had the super fun job of proof-reading the contract and witnessing the written agreement. The jokes that were made about professionalism can only be imagined by you, my dear viewers, for it would be incredibly lame of me to actually go into detail over... BUT I'M SURE YOU CAN IMAGINE

Unless you actually ever received your P9 merch, and are okay with enabling, then you wouldn't understand.

I keep flirting with the idea of using my Etsy account as a means of selling charms outside of my work. It's complicated though.

• I'll feel overwhelmed with orders
• I'm horrified of left turns because I grew up in the East coast and never had a reason to be an aggressive driver until I moved to L.A.
• There are two of them on the way to the post office. One with a light, and one just before a major light, but I can't go straight-- dead end. Must turn left or right. BUT I have to turn left through 2 left turning lanes, and 2 oncoming traffic lanes to pull into the parking lot's Enter here part, which is more complicated to get to than the Exit Only part. NO.
• I don't know where anything is in there, and I never wanna be "that guy" at the post office. It's too quiet, and I'll stand out even more. no. no no no. never. can't do it. won't.
• I'd mail out from here, but we have no outgoing thing, and I don't have faith in the people that live on my street enough for me to just leave packages there for the post man to get without someone stealing it.

That reminds me, today some guy in the drive through pulled up to the window and immediately said "I forgot my wallet, but I'm just gonna take the drink and come back later to pay for it."
Number 1... who the FUCK goes anywhere without their wallet, let alone DRIVE without your proper identification?
Now do you see why I hate driving here?
Number 2... FUCK YOU
Instantly, I was turned off at how he just expected that courtesy. He was abrasive in his demeanor, and I wanted to tell him to fuck off. I was in the wrong though, the whole time.
Apparently he does this OFTEN, because when I went to verify that I could do this for Mr. I always get what I want because I'm a pushy dick, I was told to just give it to him and to have faith in people.
When I did, he asked who said it was okay, I told him, and he was like okay, yeah...yeah. Thanks. and drove off. Also, my co-worker overheard and then said "he's so cheap, he always does that."

I'm glad to know we're enabling this shit and creating our own monsters. I'm wondering if he came back to pay for his drink. I digress.

• There are fees. As if that website doesn't have overpriced crap on it already, why in the world world--- just. whatever. Ugh... indie stuff agitates me. It shouldn't, because I'm part of it. But it just does.

Little Cynthia is all kinds of messed up. Not really, I'm being dramatic. But I do see things in a different way that other people find hilarious, stupid, and malfunctioning. Not sure about the last two, but if I knew me, and was my friend, I'd be like "dude you're so broken right now, it's hilarious. The stamps are right there." And I'd be like OH ME, YOU'RE SUCH AN OBSERVANT SHIT and then we'd hug and go get Taco Bell. And then I'd go home and watch Sex and the City and cry or something.

You see these fantasies I come up with?

That's Aaron being pregnant in maternity gear. I say "gear" because it's less ball crushing than not calling it "gear."

ISN'T THAT CUTE?!

NEXT UP TONIGHT: GREEN CHILDREN BORN OF MEN.. AND ALIEN RAPE?

ONLY ON DISCOVERY

Teen: "Our dad is a rapist. He's somehow kidnapped and impregnated about 5 men. Her mom's cool with it, though."

Child: "My mommy says it's okay because he is not a missojimist and... she says men need to learn and women should be daddies, too."