October 5th, 2010

shintarou rules joo

Celebi Does Not Want Your Spicy Berries

This has nothing to do with anything, but sometimes I just look at pictures like this and think about how I knew what these guys looked like 5 years ago, and wonder what this same picture will look like in 5 or 10 more years. Like when I look back at pictures from the 3rd year of Arashi or w-inds. and just think "awwwww ♥".

boys ♥ i hope they still are taking pictures like that 5 or 10 or whatever years from now. You know, when Shintarou is Supreme Overlord of Earth.

god i am so tired. i will just sit here with my pigs and my fake pokemon. I'm still freaking out about this meeting tomorrow, in a sort of quietly desperate way, and then at dinner I let SiL draw butterflies on the backs of my hands to entertain Nephew, because the food was taking so long, and now i'm realizing, i'll be doing this fucking meeting WITH BUTTERFLIES DRAWN ON MY HANDS. SADFACE. SiL is not an artist, so...awkward.

Also with a huge bandaid on my thumb cause when I tried to undo the two buttons and two latches on the inside of the only pair of pants I can fit my ass into, I scraped the everliving shit out of myself with my own nail. And then I didn't know what to do cause I was bleeding from the hand I needed to pack myself back into the pants so I could exit the bathroom. Not one of my finer moments.

and then i got an email from one of my five superiors that I'll apparently be running two training sessions on Friday. Which is, you know, THREE DAYS FROM NOW. NICE HEADS UP THERE. This would be the training day on Friday for which nobody in the building knows what time we're supposed to show up.

dear everybody: i cannot be in charge of all your shit. Somme of it, yes, a lot of it, maybe okay, BUT NOT ALL OF IT. I CANNOT RUN EVERYTHING OKAY? PLEASE STOP.
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