Waaguuaaalughaauauauauah!
Jan. 22nd, 2008 11:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liviconnorThat was a howl, in case you couldn't tell.
This morning is definedly ungood, despite all influence to the contrary. First thing this morning I discover that I've sent a rather embarrassing email TO THE ENTIRE LGBTQA LISTSERVE, instead of to just one person on it. To one person, I'd just have a guilty grin and send it. Sending it to just about everyone I know? I want to curl up and never show my face on campus again. Particularly because I am one of those people who gets anal-retentive about other folks mass-emailing me.
*dies*
And then, I get the long-awaited package from home. My dad was going to send me my jeans and my sneakers, and I was reeeealy looking forward to it... so when it arrived I was surprised to see how small it was. Not nearly big enough for my sneakers to fit into. And then it turns out that my dad mailed me the wrong jeans, and they don't even fit and I am unreasonably disappointed by this. So not only am I writing in humiliation, but I don't even get to do it in my favorite pants.
And Vicky's up to visit, which is good, but my roommate keeps catching us naked (asleep) in bed, which is awkward. Well, at least there's usually a blanket over.
Hence the howl.
This morning is definedly ungood, despite all influence to the contrary. First thing this morning I discover that I've sent a rather embarrassing email TO THE ENTIRE LGBTQA LISTSERVE, instead of to just one person on it. To one person, I'd just have a guilty grin and send it. Sending it to just about everyone I know? I want to curl up and never show my face on campus again. Particularly because I am one of those people who gets anal-retentive about other folks mass-emailing me.
*dies*
And then, I get the long-awaited package from home. My dad was going to send me my jeans and my sneakers, and I was reeeealy looking forward to it... so when it arrived I was surprised to see how small it was. Not nearly big enough for my sneakers to fit into. And then it turns out that my dad mailed me the wrong jeans, and they don't even fit and I am unreasonably disappointed by this. So not only am I writing in humiliation, but I don't even get to do it in my favorite pants.
And Vicky's up to visit, which is good, but my roommate keeps catching us naked (asleep) in bed, which is awkward. Well, at least there's usually a blanket over.
Hence the howl.
