katt_goddess

...aka let's get this fail started! Post here your glorious coulda/woulda/shouldas for the upcoming year, knowing full well that your probably already bored with the idea and will just go eat more cheese later. * I will drink more tea in the following year, especially green tea in the evening before bed. * I will probably eat more cheese. Discuss!...

I thought Mucinex is supposed to yeet the snot monster directly out of your system. I'm still coughing so hard I start to have moist heaves and have yet to enjoy a much deserved lung-goober baby abortion.

Velveeta panties.

Meh, I keep having Pulp Fiction flashbacks with every highly unproductive coughing fit - 'What do they call a lungburger with extra cheese in France? A royal with cheese. *coughCOUGHCOUGHWHEEZEWHISTLEcough'

Walking pneumonia and the kitten left me three barfs on the carpet because the box of stuff to mail out was still in the living room touching her sleep mat.

Wrong. The entire movie is basically Bruce Willis creeping around a tower trying to not get caught by Alan Rickman. It's a Harry Potter movie.

Relevant https://youtu.be/t039p6xqutU?si=-EMuKwK1WSV1yTWp

My eldest nephew is now super into Iron Man and that's all the very specific things he wants for christmas deal with. And they aren't all easy to find or are currently only 'available' on sites that I really don't trust. I spent so much time hunting for Iron Man things that I'm now having stress dreams about Iron Man - as in I have to join the Avengers, find Iron Man and get him his paperwork so everything can be filed on time. In my dreams, I have less powers than Hawkeye and am still responsible for all the office work. wtf.

Pill hunter has told that same general story at least 3 different times in the past. Each time it gets just a little more 'poor me, I'm the absolute victim' and moves away from the original story that included her being a colossal douchcanoe to everyone in her immediate vicinity.

I realize that almost everyone is wandering around doing last minute gift shopping and all but is it too much to ask for people to go in with a list of exactly what the hell they are looking for so that people like myself that actually do that can get down the damn aisle for a quick check to see if item x is on the shelf or not and then leave? You are practically glamping in the damn aisle. I just needed to look for a specific Lego set and a couple of frickin' dolls. Also, how do you tell a little kid that the super awesome thing they saw on a place called 'Wish' that is also really cheap/can we get it is probably going to end up being 3 toddler skeletons in a trenchcoat?

Children are just the sperm you decided to keep.

The beast already sent me pictures and offered me a free one.

I can absolutely assure you that there is nothing in my search history that would lead to a multi-speed prostate plunger. >.< I think I've seen that guy's art at Dragon Con. It looks super familiar but not in an 'I own some of that' sort of way so it's probably something I lingered over while trying to find last minute gifts. Sort of looks like Poopbird's work.

Happy Birthbutt, Buddy!

Taylor Swift is going to look like current Madonna in a couple of decades, max.

Meanwhile, I get the most horrible things suggested to me by Amazon.

[ since mthor already got it... ] A fart in a crowded elevator.

Fund it.

Thank you one and thank you all. I spent last night prying my new blanket away from the kitten [ who has decided that the new warm fuzzy blanket is absolutely hers despite also having a heat pad ] and the bulk of today slowly filling a to-go bag from my Caribou breakfast full of used tissues [ I think my brain is melting through my sinuses ] and ignoring my cell phone [ some numbnut gave my mom my cell number which she wasn't supposed to have ]. Also, Slut Dragon. Not to be confused with Hot Dolphin or Brick Frog Frog Bricks. <.< >.>

A can of sliced peaches in juice and Dayquil. I'm dealing with the flu and everything makes me want to barf.

I work in retail so every day during this time of year is a new attempt to develop the type of powers that cause stupid peoples' heads to explode. Preferably in the parking lot so I don't also have to clean anything.

Hey! I've officially had my yearly quart of nogs.

Someone doodled on a $20 and spent it. Which means I got to see it while working out the daily deposit. I realized that Andrew Jackson looks like Herman Munster. I can't get that out of my head now. And Thomas Jefferson [ the $2 bill ] looks like a young Jeb Clampet from the Beverly Hillbillies sans hat.

Sophistry.

I peed on this thread.