{ the part I am resisting bitching about is the part where I don't want to go to work today. }

[delga]

Yes, I am going to talk about my footwear issues again. Yes, you have to pay attention, what are you asking me?!

Anyway, I thought I'd give the new shoes another try, thinking that they may have improved now that they're a week old and I'd stood on them and in them for a while. THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA WHY DO I TRY TO DO THINGS LIKE THINKING. Today I'm going to wear my wrecked out boots because despite the collapsed heels, they will likely do less damage than these new fucking things. Oh gosh, I have never been in such desperate need of footwear. And also it is likely going to rain so I can't fuck around in flip flops which is nearly always my first option. LIFE. WHAT.

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I thought I was pretty much done with my cold - sniffling, done; coughing, on - but apparently I am allergic to my work environment or something because I was back to not being great yesterday. I cannot be ill right now! Cannot! There is too much to do! Am going to take some meds and then beg the higher powers.

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At the weekend I watched The International and promptly felt cheated. I thought it would be like The Interpreter or The Peacemaker, where two people run around saving the day! THIS IS NOT WHAT HAPPENED. I am sure I would have liked this film had I different expectations but a) fucking Clive Owen (who is never NOT Clive Owen, even when he's supposed to be in character) and b) Naomi Watts needed 100x more to do. Naomi Watts, I approve more of your other post-pregnancy film (oh god, I need to buy Eastern Promises).

Anyway, a lot of people died, and the world wasn't saved, and whatever.

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I have the United States of Tara finale! Saving that for when I get home.

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Things I have noticed about myself! I am perfectly willing to go on and on and on about my lady crushes (y halo thar PagBrew and KGillan and SaffyB and Thandie and et cetera) but the minute I have to talk about my man crushes (Stupidface*! Omg, Mads Mikkelsen! QUASI-AWKWARD INTEREST IN LIEV SCHREIBER WHAT WHAT WHAT) I get SUPER EMBARRASSED. Just talking about it in this post is making me ~UNCOMFORTABLE. lols, what is that even I don't know. But it is true. Also, lol, could that be a weirder range of guys? Actually, yes, but that's still pretty weird. All my lady crushes are sassy smart. My man crushes are just confusing and have amazing hands.

*) Colin Morgan. Oh god, I hate myself.

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Oh, shit, yes, I saw a behind the scenes picture of the Merlin cast (I try to avoid that, but whatever) and MY HEART FELT SO FULL. Guys, my show! My stupid, adorable, wee show, and its cast of pretty and ridiculous faces! D'awwwwww I love them.

Comments

[odainath.livejournal.com]

I completely understand about getting embarrassed about talking about guy crushes. I can't do it either! I can go on and on and on about girl crushes but the idea of writing about my guy crushes completely freaks me out.

And my sympathies about your shoe issues. They can be absolute bastards of things, can't they?

[belantana.livejournal.com]

I love that he is called Stupidface. ♥ ♥