Darling Clementine

Since some asshole is determined to ruin my weekend with her presence & it’s way too fucking hot to function, you get more footballer spam. There, there… that’s much better.

If you click it, it gets bigger. *giggle*

Whilst watching Top Gear:

“You like this show. You’re a boy.”

Why I gotta be a boy to watch Top Gear? Is my love of cars I’d like to makeout with and my giggly schoolgirl crush on the Hamster not enough? Damn-ass kids.

So… the new chick at work? Gigantic racist. And a raging alcoholic who enjoys getting into bar fights with her husband. Them against other people, not against each other. Also, loves making dumbass comments based on assumptions… about me. I’ll show that twat “not in a good mood.”

I really hope she quits. That’s not nice, is it? Oh well. ha ha!

And now for something completely different… I’m mad at the drive-up ATM at my bank. It’s doing that “can’t currently accept check deposits” shit again. NOT FUNNY IT’S HOT & I DON’T WANT TO GET OUT OF THE CAR. Stupid ATM.

I can’t take anymore stress or agitation or anything. No more. Two panic attacks in as many days brought on by one of the assholes at work is enough, thank you. I’m all tapped out in that market. I don’t think my psyche could handle another one.

So, anyway. I don’t really have anything say. ha ha! I was just here upping how many days comments close after & felt like typing a little something. FYI, comments now close after two weeks instead of one. Spam has been absent lately, so… there you go.

Now, off to search for shoes to go with my Easter dress. It’s this one (the one on the left). I tried to get the actual link, but it’s not on the site anymore, sold out I’m guessing. This is one time brick-and-mortar Target came through for me, . They had 4 or 5 in the store & lucky me, one in my size. I was thinking silver shoes. Then in a stroke of madness the other day, thought of yellow. “Madness”…

I wish I could find the dress on the right in that colour. All I could find was light purple, and now only black is for sale. Oh well… they’ll all be back soon enough after the “new”-ness dies down. Then I can snatch that bitch up on sale. So, yeah… off to look at shoes.

For having nothing to say, I’ve sure typed a lot.

Yesterday on my way to work I saw a red-tailed hawk. It was gorgeous in the few seconds I could look before I drove off the exit/entrance ramp into a crashy mess down a hill. I like to think seeing that lovely creature made me have a seemingly nice day. I didn’t have to deal with any stupidity (or well, as much as I normally do) and I didn’t come home pissed off… so, yeah, I’d like to thank Little Hawky Pants.

I’d never seen one in person before. Just on TV. It was awesome! He was doing this, it was gorgeous!

(image from British Falconers Club)

drive, drive, drive
“Holy Shit, a red-tailed hawk!”
drive, drive, drive
“That was fucking cool!”