Dying

I actually will get back to interviewy things after lunch today. My boss is currently trying to kill me with one of her moments. I'm supposed to print out a letter I typed for her, except *she never gave it to me to type!* She does this once a week.

I'm surprised I'm not insane yet.

Wait, did you hear that? That little whispery voice? Hmmm. Damn voices.

*G*

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That meme thing that has to do with my friends' fandoms that I don't participate in.

West Wing: There's the White House, and Rob Lowe, and apparently Josh seriously belongs with Donna and CJ kicks ass. And snarky banter.

Lord Of The Rings: Okay, I totally dig the movies, but in fandom, there is much slashiness, and fruity elf sex, and Arwen doesn't get laid *nearly* enough.

Everwood: Pretty people of the teenage ilk and Treat Williams. And some whacked ass little girl that's eerily similar to the 7th Heaven kid.

Harry Potter: Kids and magic and all sorts of gobbledy-gook. Plus hot slashy doomed love between Sirius and Remus. And werepoodles!

Farscape: There's some guy that everyone but me thinks is hot (hides from ultimatemother. A blue chick, some other weird alien looking people, and a long journey. And pissed off fans because their show got cancelled.

Popslash: So all boy bands and pop princesses are just horny and doing each other?

Squee!

My shirts are here! My customized fandom shirts! They're here! They're here! This so rocks!

The MB wifebeater tank is quite ghettofabulous, although not nearly as geekily cool as the Fandom Rebels t-shirt. I may model them and take pictures. It all depends on whether or not I can get hold of the digital camera here at work. Plus the whole getting a coworker to download them for me without snarky commentary.

But yay! This rocks!

ETA: At 5:00, I'm putting on the shirts and modeling them. If Mark laughs, I'm kicking his butt. Just went to the bathroom and tried them on. Folks, I be fannish fabulous in these things. Fabulous!

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First, have to remember to check my sister's math. Made an appointment at the salon to have my eyebrows waxed the last time I was in there. Sis decides to put me down for 3 weeks instead of two. Okay, I'll deal.

Instead she put me down for 4. I haven't had my eyebrows waxed in 4 weeks. I'm starting to resemble Peter Ghallagher.

Second, Mark decided to high tail it out of the office. Damn him. And I don't think I can con anyone else into taking my picture. May have to bring the shirts in tomorrow and con someone then. *pouts* And I had on my stripedy Chloe pants and everything. I even tried on my Fandom Rebels shirt, and the black t-shirt with red lettering looked kick ass with my pants (which have red and black stripes, as well as white, tan and light blue).

I was geek chic yo.

But seeing as I'm now stuck here for a bit because my boss has misplaced her address list for letters I need to send, I may hunt down the camera myself.