so green

So, too_rational  who is awesome and deserves so much pie for boosting the signal just linked to this fix for the newest sticky business LJ's got us into, for those of you who find this utterly incomprehensible and would really like to send LJ to a therapist or a counselor to deal with all of these self-destructive issues, while still sticking around.

In case you're tired of this cyclical crap and simply wish to whisk yourself away, I've DW codes available, so if you want them, just ask and they're yours.

On a different note, my mother called and we spoke for like fifteen minutes (we're remarkably terrible at speaking over the phone) which could be summed up with the phrase "I miss your cupcake face, child". She literally said that. That's what I'm grateful for today, my mom's love.

Let's see, yesterday I was kind of enthralled by JGL's incredibly otherworldly sheer brilliance and so forgot to post any kind of good-for-the-soul stuff, which turned out ok, considering how good for my soul he is. So thank you robanybody  (I feel like this journal is slowly becoming your fanclub or something) for the vid provided and also, thank you universe for JGL.

Um... right. That's it. I'll go have some scones with my PB now (zomg I got PB!). Also, I feel like I need to point out how much I love this icon (Astrid!!!) so: I LOVE THIS ICON SO MUCH * ___*

I'm updating because Mousey asked me to.

So, in the way of updating my current life status, well, I'm alive. Also back. For good, not a week.

::hugs LJ:: I missed you!!!!!!

I've actually had a IJ account for a few weeks now, it's still mostly for LJ backup purposes, but if you wish to friend me there, I'll friend you back, in fact it is highly likely I'll friend you even if you don't friend me at all, I've been known to do that. Anyway, I'm coffee_and_ink over there ::takes a moment to love user name::

In another front, thanks to icymorning  I got to see this first thing in the morning, and so I'm spreading the love. 



Um, I achieved the crane this morning? Am incredibly proud, thereby nullifying the whole point of yoga. Maybe I'll ponder on my ways after I'm done basking in the joy. Joy is good.

Another meme, since I do this a lot when there's nothing better to do!

Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...

You Are an Audrey!

 

stolen from angieb5 

First off, y'all have no idea all the awesomesauce, totally amazingly mindblowing blogthings quizzes results you've missed because my LJ simply refused to function properly and stuff. Like, it wouldn't even let me post crap, I mean, you don't realize how basic and irreplaceable a feature it is, until the possibility to post gets mysteriously (and as of yet unexplainedly) taken away from you.

But. Since I'm here, let me tell you about my day. ::gears up::

You know it's one of those days when the first thing that happens to you is your coffee pot making weird noises and stinking up your entire apartment because you forgot to put the water (and the coffee) in before you put it on the fire... yeah.  At work I managed to get my thumb bruised by the cash machine. And the drawer where we keep the money. It's like this, the cash machine is mostly there for show emotional reasons, it doesn't work and according to the lore it hasn't since 1998 when the boss tossed it against a wall (the specifics aren't clear for anyone, but methinks it has something to do with all those anger management books we keep coming across in the storage room) and from that moment on has stubbornly refused to be fixed, the boss, however, is more stubborn(er) and so will not get rid of it because it was the first cash machine he bought with his own money (and it's also very much outdated by now) and whatever, inappropriate workplace love affairs aside, the stupid machine has bouts of joyful life during which it, uh, comes to life and fools distracted dependents into thinking it works, and only when the dependent has come to realize she doesn't know how the machine works because, oh hey it doesn't work,  does the darn thing go back ot its general state of non-functionality, with the dependent's finger trapped under it. That hurt.

But it was worse when the drawer (which has no reason whatsoever to not function properly because it's a drawer) refused to open up and then to close and both times I got my fingers smashed awkwardly.

::weeps:: woe is me. In the meantime, while nursing my poor, bruised, abused fingers, I shall be sitting here wearily eyeing LJ lest it decide it wants to be funny again.

P.S.: I am in an altered state of mind. Please do forgive this post's abundance of commas, italics and possible penchant for unexsitent words (although they do, arguably, exist now that I made them up ::thoughtfully strokes beard::).

I have internet. I have internet. I have internet!!!!

::twirls::

Now, I'm gonna follow Trys' advice because she is a very, very wise woman who knows things, and I'm gonna go check the flist down to three pages back, and then I'll feel better about myself because I'll have read the flist. ::grins::

And you know why I can read the flist? BECAUSE I HAVE INTERNET!!!