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Told this story in an IM conversation with a Triadmate, but I will dump it here too. May it serve as motivation to find ANYTHING OTHER THAN RETAIL when we move.

Edited slightly so it makes sense outside of said conversation. COME WITH ME TO NOPELAND )

And that's about it. Next time I'll bitch about the racist products. :D
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I'm fairly sure Sensei has suffered one too many blows to the head over his career. Or he was just being nice. Either way, I am now a green belt moogle and am officially allowed to pretend to be a Ninja Turtle.
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Getting my green belt test next week. Sensei seemed confident. ........I am convinced I am going to fuck it all up, because that is what I do.

Also tying my stomach in knots, my application for my visa extension. Got the letter today that they've received it, but it will be weeks before I hear anything more.

Aaaaaaaaa. Sincerely. Aaaaa.
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Because everything I watch, read or play gets lodged in my brain, and horror stuff sticks worse than most.

i.e., I had a nightmare about a horror game I will never ever play. And no, it wasn't Five Nights. )
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US politics stuff behind the cut, because everybody's sick of it, I know. I just need to scream into the void a bit.


...ugh, I have a rage headache.
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There are lots of things that make me go *stranglehands!* inside my head at work (and sometimes not so inside my head. PEOPLE, augh.), but usually the rudeness is aimed at me so it's at least expected. The other day, though, this thing happened: a woman I was checking out informed me that her "friend, who is Special Needs" was coming with some more stuff, then proceeded to leave my counter presumably to check on Friend's progress. Next thing I hear this woman actually yelling in the tone of voice my mother would have reserved for my having TRULY fucked up. Friend's crime? Taking too long to come to the register, apparently.

So here's this young woman who is, yes, visibly developmentally delayed, in tears, handing me her items and apologizing. "I'm a little stressed right now," she said, and holy shit I could have murdered someone. Someone specific, I mean. But of course being a cashier means I can't even so much as glare at the waste of skin who made her cry, so all I could do was be pointedly very kind and patient with her. I doubt it helped.

Idk. I guess I just needed to vent that somewhere. -_-
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I am... not going to be able to do Winterthing cards this year. I just don't have the energy. (Case in point: I meant to post this like two weeks ago.)

If you want to send me a card, it's welcome, but I won't be able to reciprocate until January at the earliest. And I mean late January. Also I have moved since last Winterthing, so please ping me if you need my new address.

I hope y'all have a great Winterthing. I'm just ready for it to be OVER.
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Are we absolutely certain this isn't some kind of Decepticon plot? I'm fairly sure I remember this episode.


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