::sigh::

[thegrrrl2002]

It seemed like such an innocent little cup of coffee. Lulled me into a false sense of security, until I was almost finished with it, then somehow, it splattered all over my shirt, pants, and keyboard (which already has plenty of sesame seeds in it--guess who has bagels for breakfast almost every morning?).

Now I have big wet spots on my clothes from trying to clean them off. I'm going out tonight, and don't want to go home and change first. Damn it, I didn't want to walk around with coffee spots on my orange shirt and white pants all day. I really should just stick to wearing brown or black. It's much safer.

And now my "/" key is sticking on my keyboard. Does that mean I should be writing some sticky slash, instead of working?

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[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

The Cher bit gets me every time. That and Jack staring earnestly at the tent ceiling. He *so* earned that kiss.

I did manage to get the spots out of the shirt, but am currently tempting fate with another cuppa joe. Because it's Friday, and because I can, and because I'm having an inexplicably fun and productive day. And I'm not even writing slash! (not yet, anyway.)

I watch CSI on occasion, but not lately. Bummer, because I would have enjoyed seeing the actor again. I'm not sure I would have recognized him, though, and it would have driven me crazy.