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I cut my eyelid. I am not pleased. I was leaning too far forward into my car door in the dark and WHAM, totally nailed myself with the sharp pointy part of it. Disaster! Especially since I'm so vain! It'll probably be a teeny scar. I hate to resort to metrics but it's about a centimeter long.


We usually have a 1960s-1970s radio station playing at work. I assume this is true for a lot of places. My coworkers are mostly middle-aged and I think this calms them. But as a younger, bitter, neurotic woman, it has a different effect on me. Certain songs of the 70s sound dismissive of the women in the songs, and none of the guys sound hot enough to pull it off. I have decided to rewrite several of them.

Rambling Man -
"Lord, I was born kind of a dick
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
When it's time for leaving, I hope you understand
I was born ... kind of a dick"

Brandy -
"But he had always told the truth, Lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand, despite her small, female, barmaid's brain"

(Brandy actually isn't a bad song but that line about her *trying* to understand always makes me laugh)

But perhaps my head wound is exacerbating my bitterness.

In other news, this (the penguins in sweaters story) is adorable. Thank you for that, desolina, it totally made my evening better.


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Jan. 28th, 2011 08:30 pm (UTC)
Amateur knitters!
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Jan. 28th, 2011 09:33 pm (UTC)
You don't need to use the word Oates to complete this story.
Jan. 28th, 2011 04:48 pm (UTC)
This is one of my favorite things about you.
You are so adorable,but FILTHY in your head.

Jan. 28th, 2011 09:34 pm (UTC)
Said the girl who's ignoring me!
Listen to me sulk angrily about it! Buy me ice cream to make it up to me! >:0
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