Fucking hell.

I have been to Estes Park now. Yay.

No, really. I just spent 3 1/2 sodding days in a fucking cabin. With people I barely know. Um, it was a bit of an ambush, really. I was not aware that we were going to be there for that long.

And I've just been handed a couple weeks worth of post. In the stack was a pressie from beanzy, a card from trar, and a bunch of other shite I could have used. Except of course, the Mysterious Missing MasterCard. I got an email with an explanation about that. Seems as though since I am not registered here at the addy I am staying at, the lovely US Postal Service won't deliver important things like a MasterCard to me, unless I have it placed in care of someone. Well, now if the fucking phone person had told me that two fucking months ago when I hadn't received it after the 7-10 days, I could fucking be in fucking Australia by now. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck me. They will, however, post the cheque. Cock suckers.

In other news, please kill me.

Thankyou. And I will read four days worth of email and friend's pages. Just not now.

Oh, and thank you, trar and beanzy. Forgot to say that in all my ranting.

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Just because. . .

. . .I haven't been here for nearly a week, I think I shall meme. Yes.

( If I were. . . )

Oh, and from skyeathena:
Pick two of my icons that you think represent me, or that you associate with me. Like if you were just scrolling down your friends list and saw it, you'd know it was me. Not so hard, right? Now get to work!

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