Top o' the mornin'.

Been having fun this morning perusing the state of North Carolina's web site for bidding on seized property. Let me tell you, some of the drug dealers really had an operation going. Night vision goggles. Bling that is so hideously huge as to be unbelievable. Some really sweet electronics. Oddly enough though, the vehicles weren't all tricked out and fancy.

Let me just say, someday, I might bid on something. Maybe a car. See if I can get it really cheap.

Pissy me.

How To Piss Me Off When I Have PMS

1. Ask to hold for someone on the phone.
2. In a snotty manner.
3. Reiterate that you're a client - albeit a client that only has a project for us once every three years.
4. In a snotty manner.
5. Tell me it's vitally important - even though every time you call (once every 6 months) it's vitally important.
6. In a snotty manner.
7. Call right when I'm getting ready to run to the rest room.
8. Thereby tying me to the desk until you get off.
9. Hold for 10 minutes.
10. Snottily ask for the other partner in the agency.
11. Get even snottier when she's in a meeting.
12. Get downright pissy while I take your number so the bossman can call you back.

Yay me, I didn't hang up on him once.

Bored is bad.

Nothing good can come from boredom.

Right now? I'm perusing the Manolo Blahnik portion of the Neiman Marcus website. I've perused the Jimmy Choo site.

Even among highly expensive shoes, I have the ability to be drawn to the most expensive. They're so preeeeetttty. I want! Granted, boots that cost $1,185 are well above what I can afford. Well, well above. Vastly above. And the cute Manolo's I saw that I covet dearly are still well out of my range at $485. But man...*whine* I want!

If I ever were to make it big, become a celebrity with the vast financial resources it sometimes brings, I would invariably still shop for the best bargains. Cute doesn't have to be expensive.

Unless it's shoes. I'm a shoe whore. Pretty, pointy, really high heels, elegant lines, luxuriant materials. I want!

Whee!

Hey, look at this! Spamming the LJ today!

Whee!

(Sorry, just bought really pretty wrapping paper. There are shoes on them! Hee.)

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Apparently I have mastered the skill of coptitude. That's cop attitude folks. I now have the ability to glare at people, even if I'm not really seeing what they're doing, and it makes them behave. Just by looking at them.

Last night a litterer actually got out of his car and picked up the cup he had thrown out his window. A speeder slowed down once he passed me after I glared at him.

Believe me when I say, this is most fun. *g*