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My box of stufties arrived today. My glee knows no bounds. My roomie brought them in from the mailbox this afternoon, and now they're sitting on my bed, waiting to be christened. Teddy bears and a dragon, a bundle of fluff to be loved and cuddled. Muffles, Chen the Dragon, Peachy Pooh, Bedtime Bear, Share Bear, and several other bears sans names. ~Glee~ My bed is overrun, but who cares? I'm surrounded by huggins. Thanks, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
musicdiamond! ~Peepee Dance of Euphoria~
Other than that, my world is quiet. The bills are paid, the cupboards are full, and my bank account is woefully anemic. I'm just biding my time until the first of the month and the government stipend check. As soon as it clears, I'll set aside the funds for my Potter pre-order and night out. I've been waiting too long for HBP to come up short on the blessed day.
Speaking of which, I'm still undecided as to which Potter Party I'll be attending. Both Borders and Barnes and Noble are throwing one, and I've reserved copies at both locations, but I'd really like to get a hotel within walking distance because cabbies after midnight make Dennis Hopper and Hunter S. Thompson look like paragons of lucidity and clean living, and pulling an all-nighter to wait for the first bus the following morning would reduce me to an irascible, incontinent, gibbering heap of homicidal urges. The first booger-mining toddler to ogle my HBP at five in the morning after eight hours in line and twenty hours without sleep would be bludgeoned to death by Harry's bespectacled face while I sprayed urine like an angry polecat. Eat that, you snivelling, joy-killing crotchrocket.
I'll figure something out. If they hold the pre-orders until noon the next day, I might skip the party and just hop the first bus the next morning.
Well, off to watch Wild West Tech and drink tea, but before I go, I'd like to say that if the majority of Americans realized how vastly superior British chocolate is to the paraffin wax sold in the States, there would be rioting in the streets. Timeouts and Crunchies are legal snack smack, I tell you.
musicdiamond! ~Peepee Dance of Euphoria~Other than that, my world is quiet. The bills are paid, the cupboards are full, and my bank account is woefully anemic. I'm just biding my time until the first of the month and the government stipend check. As soon as it clears, I'll set aside the funds for my Potter pre-order and night out. I've been waiting too long for HBP to come up short on the blessed day.
Speaking of which, I'm still undecided as to which Potter Party I'll be attending. Both Borders and Barnes and Noble are throwing one, and I've reserved copies at both locations, but I'd really like to get a hotel within walking distance because cabbies after midnight make Dennis Hopper and Hunter S. Thompson look like paragons of lucidity and clean living, and pulling an all-nighter to wait for the first bus the following morning would reduce me to an irascible, incontinent, gibbering heap of homicidal urges. The first booger-mining toddler to ogle my HBP at five in the morning after eight hours in line and twenty hours without sleep would be bludgeoned to death by Harry's bespectacled face while I sprayed urine like an angry polecat. Eat that, you snivelling, joy-killing crotchrocket.
I'll figure something out. If they hold the pre-orders until noon the next day, I might skip the party and just hop the first bus the next morning.
Well, off to watch Wild West Tech and drink tea, but before I go, I'd like to say that if the majority of Americans realized how vastly superior British chocolate is to the paraffin wax sold in the States, there would be rioting in the streets. Timeouts and Crunchies are legal snack smack, I tell you.
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