Random Crankiness

[thegrrrl2002]

1. Coffeeshops should serve good coffee. If you're going to serve watered-down crap, don't call yourself a coffeeshop. As a matter of fact, if you're going to serve watered-down good coffee, don't call yourself a coffeeshop. Call yourself a "Brown Water" shop. I really want to patronize small local businesses, but you know, there's a reason why Starbucks is so popular.

2. Sore boobs. PMS would be a little more tolerable if I didn't wake myself up at night every time I rolled over. Because--owie.

3. It's still not time for season 3 of SGA. There's still no promo pics. No spoiler pics. No naked Rodney. Or John. Sitting on my desk. What's up with that?

4. You know that little pull-down menu you use to choose your userpic for the post (on lj's web interface)? The icon descriptions are in alphabetical order, except that all the capitalized letters go first, and then lower case. That is really, really annoying.

5. I have a John/Rodney fic in progress that's not working, but I can't seem to start a new one, either. I'm totally stalled out. Which is pretty common for PMS, actually.

6. But at least I have a fabulous crankypants icon from mmmchelle. It's the best icon ever.

7. And now I'm going to try and install GIMP on my mac here at work, so I can actually get some work done. I'm not fond of macs. Macs are not fond of me. Wish me luck.

Comments

[feather-autant.livejournal.com]

Okay, that's just not right! You're cranky, need coffee, and you don't get it? *scowls* Completely unfair. And waking up several times a night means you *need* coffee, dammit. It just does seem to be one of those days, though, doesn't it? ::hugs you:: It won't last. I promise. :) In fact, it'll probably get alllll better in 6 weeks. . .*gg* If we don't all get together and destroy the world before then in a fit a pique, that is. *nods*

I found this on my flist and it gave me a giggle, thought I'd pass it on.

Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road.

As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride. With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car.

Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman.

The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a white bag on the seat next to Sally.

"What in bag?" asked the old woman.

Sally looked down at the white bag and said, "It's a box of chocolates. I got it for my husband".

"The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said: "Good trade."

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Hee! I love it! And yes, right about now, that would be a good trade.

Mmmmm....chocolate. *g* That would make up for the bad coffee.

I swear, I have to make sure to keep myself supplied with coffee here. I usually make my own, but I had run out. I'm still traumatized by that damn cup of coffee brown water I had. ::shudders::