MY FIREFOX BLEW UP

I was casually surfing.... lalala. And all my tabbed windows stopped loading whatever they were loading. o_O; Okay. So I closed out, no big deal. When I tried to reopen Firefox, there was some profile nonsense that I couldn't make heads or tails of and I think I changed my profile (not like I knew what I did anyway) because none of my bookmarks or auto fill-ins are available (my forums... my webcomics... my random stuff... GONE! T_T). What did I do and how do I undo it and HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP.

Other news: I wrote again, but not my usual stuff. It was fanfic of a fanfic (can you DO that?!), or at least the beginnings thereof, stemming from the line, "I mean, you [both] obviously like women..." (And at least two of you reading just went ":O!!!!!") The idea came about last week and it's been buried and quiet, but a voice popped up in my head on the way home from work tonight in response to the quoted line: "Well, there was that one time that I was reeeeeeeeeally drunk... and [he] wasn't exactly sober, either........", so I was all, "AH! NO! DON'T! STOP! Don't... stop........ talking. Don't stop talking. :::scribble scribble:::" I didn't get far, because people have a tendency to look over my shoulder if I'm writing bad things (or perhaps I'm just more paranoid?) and the last thing I needed was some old lady telling me that fanfic is porn.

Only SOME of it is. And I hadn't gotten to the porn part yet; I was quite far from it, actually. XD Besides, we all know that the real porn is Chobits.

I also didn't get very far because I started conjuring mentals of pre-really-naughty things, and wishing I had an ounce of drawing talent because I would have SO been sketching. Before long, my ride was over and since Dad picked me up at the station, I couldn't imagine s'more on the bus. But that's what dreams are for, I hope.

Aren't I lucky it's bedtime! :::hops into bed and snuggles down for the night, hoping sweet dreams accompany her:::

:::insert mumblings here:::

I hate doing opening shifts the day after I close. In a twenty-four hour period (4 PM to 4PM), I will have been at work for twelve. EWWWWWWWW.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX! The big two-oh! Today, you are correct. About everything. All day. :::groan:::

It feels like it's been months.

And it's barely been two weeks, but I have another complaint about the hispanic customers at work: they try to speak to me in Spanish after I've already made myself known as an English-speaker. Some women were looking at the jewelry case this afternoon, so I asked them if they'd like to see any of the pieces we had. They looked at each other, then at me, and one of them said, "¿Qué dices?" (What are you saying?) I frowned, and actually had to stick my tongue in my cheek. And then they just swept past me and left the store. They were talking to each other, and I wasn't paying attention to their conversation until I heard "Ella." in response to a question one asked the other. BITCHES WERE TALKING ABOUT ME. Evie happened to be at the register, and she looked like she was paying attention, so I asked her what they said. Of course, they were talking about me. One asked the other why I looked so serious. All I ask is a little courtesy, people. If you don't speak English, at least tell me. Don't question me in Spanish. That's just fucking rude.

Then again, us hispanics.... But I'm seriously the only one who doesn't speak Spanish. I met Karen Flores yesterday. Flores. She had Nando lapsing so much, he started talking to me in Spanish. That shit don't fly...

English is the lingua franca of the world. WHY NOT MY CITY.

On the happier side, we got a new shipment yesterday. While it was ten kinds of hell to unpack and stock and shelf, it freed up some crap. The old Chococat stuff (including my bathrobe and shower curtain (oooh and towels I didn't see until today)!) is on clearance now, and though I learned I don't get my thirty on top of the fifty (which would have then made sixty-five, drool!), I still can't beat the bargain. The new Chococat stuff is great, including this giant floor pillow that I wouldn't know what to do with if I had one, so I'm glad I don't. But! I WILL get the eyeglass case and the watch, at the very least, because I actually need those. The watch so I can, y'know, tell the time, and not guess. The eyeglass case to keep my glasses in my pocket and not crushed when I'm in costume. Or... when I'm just being lazy around the house. The case is easier to see than the glasses themselves, you know. And, it only comes to about twenty-five dollars with my discount, so it's like buying the watch at full price and getting the eyeglass case for free. And free stuff is always cool. YAAAY.

Phill had an interview today for a paramedic-thingie in the Bronx and got hired. The cool part is, he can work there whenever he wants (and at $21/hr), so he'll be going on two more interviews tomorrow and Thursday. So things will definitely be looking up, and there will be a "Here's to our new jobs" celebration dinner in the future (perhaps as soon as Friday). Hurray for us!

I finally read Nigel's stuff. Pretty good....

I got severely distracted in the middle of my post, so I have links now. Spamusement, which the birthday boy told me about (and is funny as SIN), and Cid-love (ignore Vincent and the yaoi stuff. Just focus on Cid. I love you, Cid). :::dreamy fangirl swoon::: I do believe I've settled on a favorite Final Fantasy character..... <3_<3 (Thirteen more days 'til Halloween! :D)