Sometimes arguing with strangers via Twitter/Twinkle is highly entertaining.

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I think I may hate wearing rain pants almost as much as I hate taking the bus.

I hate wearing pants enough as it is, and somehow I’m supposed to be okay with wearing TWO PAIRS OF PANTS AT ONCE? You’re kidding, right?

Naturally, I wore the stupid rain pants this morning and it didn’t rain on me. I did get some panicked looks from a staunchy oil tycoon when I started to strip off my layers in the parkade, but there was no way I was going to continue feeling like a sausage when I didn’t have to. I hate my rain pants. Wearing them makes me almost want to take the bus, but then I remember all the reasons I hate taking the bus and then I just want to crawl back into bed. I need a job that’ll let me work from home when it rains. Those exist, right?

Yesterday I was a very, very bad girl. I had excellent intentions – go to the mall after work and a) drop off my Holga film, b) pick up my copy of Bioware’s new DS game, c) buy a new toothbrush. I did get all those things done, but somehow I also ended up with not one but TWO new pairs of boots, a fantastic green blazer with scary bear-clawed buttons, a see-through purple shirt for sluttin’, and two boxes of Q-Tips. There was a sale, see. I used to be really bad for this kind of splurging, but I’ve come a long way since my wayward spending days – but yesterday everything was just super and I was feeling flush and perhaps now I will feel pretty. I doubt it, but I can try.

Besides, look at these boots:

Feeling fabulous is almost better than feeling pretty.

I woke up this morning utterly depressed, and I think it is because I have roots.

I’m usually pretty good about scheduling a date with henna the instant my hair starts to glitter under fluorescent lights, but lately I’ve been too busy/tired/lazy to do it. It also doesn’t help that my hair has been more or less fabulous lately. In addition to colouring my hair a healthy orange, henna will make it thick and shiny and smelling like dirt. Usually when I’m feeling drab and rooty, I just have a henna evening and lo my hair is once again large and unmanageable, just the way I like it. Lately though, my hair has been large and unmanageable on its own – and if not for the Hulk-smash anger I feel when I see how much white there is on my head, I probably would just skip the henna altogether. I don’t really feel like it, but I am officially declaring tonight Girl Maintenance night. I will henna, shave, pluck, exfoliate, moisten, trim, buff and oil. I may even polish. There is a possibility of cucumber sandwiches.

Being a girl is a pain in the ass.

It is very, very dark outside. My corner of the Lab doesn’t have overhead lights, which is fantastic – but without a great deal of natural light, it is damn spooky over here. It goes very well with my overall gothiness today. While I didn’t start out intending to look like I was dipped in Hot Topic on my way over, if the black lace fingerless gloves fit ..

Ali is visiting this weekend, and I am looking forward to it. The weather doesn’t want to cooperate, but I’m sure we can find some fun that may or may not include alcohol. It’s been far too long since we’ve seen Ali, and we need her vowel in our gang. It will be good. Hooray for fun and vowels!

Perhaps I should document things now.

Oh, snap – I was chastised! From the desktop support ticket I entered to request more RAM:

Intern with Nice Bottom resolved DT-10: I can has more ram?
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She has many programs installed in her computer.
With the steps above I hope to improve her computer’s performance.
If it is not enough for her I can do the backup and reinstall everything.

I feel like I was given an Unsatisfactory in Social Development because I didn’t colour within the lines :(

Hey, Kimli! We’re going to need you to go ahead and spend the day in Richmond, in a filthy warehouse, crawling around on your hands and knees! When we say “warehouse”, we’re totally not kidding – it’s an actual warehouse, filled with boxes and burly men wearing gloves and masks to keep out the dust. You’re going to want to get right in there, on your knees and under some “desks”, to unplug computers and then when you’re done that we need you to move all the computers around and then get back down again to plug them all in. You might want to drive your car in today, since you’re also going to have to take some of those computers over to this warehouse in Richmond. So, yeah, if you could do all that by yourself – oh and don’t forget to train these warehouse workers who don’t speak much English on the needlessly complicated process of manually downgrading the firmware on some routers in between the box picking and forklift driving – that would be just great.

Naturally, I picked today to dress like a fancy pirate. Formal shorts, fancy shirt, high heeled sex boots – all excellent things to wear to a fucking warehouse. I am so smart. You all wish you were me, don’t you.

Also, I am full of various rages.