Stupid technology, messing with my oversharing.

Facebook won’t let me upload pictures. And that knows that very important people in my life like that kid I went to grade school with and my old priest won’t get to see pictures from our cupcake/Phantom of the opera viewing night last weekend. Which was actually less viewing and more shouting increasingly lewd comments at the screen as the evening wore on.

What? I’m sorry. You cannot expect me to be mature during The Music of the Night. That’s crazy talk right there.

So, I will have to try again tomorrow, when I’m supposed to be doing all sorts of other things that I’ve ignored for the past few weeks because on days I have to work I prefer to expend all my excess energy on watching Doctor Who episodes and trying to figure out if it’s possible to hate someone as much as I hate Billie Piper. Cleaning the pit that is my office so that I could theoretically compose a senior thesis in it this year? Not so much.

All that and a trip to Wal-Mart because I’m too poor for Target ($25 for fitted petite workout pants, Target? I think not.). Exciting!

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