LIVEJOURNAL.

Hello.

How's it hanging?

I've been ignoring you in favour of tumblr, and I regret NOTHING.

Do miss you a bit, though.

xoxox
Malcolm

Got a tumblr.

Not sure what I'm doing.

Exciting!

Hey guys!

Enjoy some of the good shit:

I Second That Emotion - Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
Nowhere to Run - Martha & The Vandellas
Right Back Where We Started From - Maxine Nightingale

ALSO, White Hot - Red Rider (Tom Cochrane)
(this last one is CHEESE EXTREME okay but I love it)

I've discovered regretsy.com

Soooo. Here is a stupid, I-should-know-this question for all of you.

If I am writing a name that ends in 's' (for this example we will use Jones), and I am trying to demonstrate possession (the cat that belonged to Jones), HOW THE EFF DO I WRITE THIS?!

Jones' cat? Or Jones's cat?

I'm assuming it's Jones' cat, because the other one looks STUPID but I've seen it written both ways by professionals and I need it confirmed by my smarty-pants flist

And please ignore the fact that I'm an English major, a licensed English teacher, and a published author myself. *shameface*

1. Do not look at the comments.
2. Take a look at my userpics.
3. Post a comment with the icon of mine you associate with me. (Leave commentary if desired.)
4. Repost with your default icon and profit. (I'm not sure what you'll profit from... A reply comment?)

Watched Hoarders last night.

My approximate reaction:

Just... Had a bad day today.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY insaneboingo!!! OMGGGGGG

I hope your birthday is sooo super awesome and fantastic and full of happiness.

Um, I sent you a package... Uh. Today. AMBITIOUS BUT RUBBISH, okay. :/

So, I might have signed up for Top Gear Big Bang (tg_bigbang).

YOU GUYS.

I haven't been able to finish ANYthing in a bajillion years, and I just signed up for 7,500 words in a NEW FANDOM omfgggg.

insaneboingo, I blame you. AND PS I GOT YOUR CARD AND I WAS SOOO THRILLED!

"Help me hump this bologna to the car, boys. It's gonna rain horse cocks tonight!"

CRIMINAL MINDS THAT WAS FUCKED UP.

"1 out of every 10 people are born Gay. That means 1 of every 10 people are instantly put down, given bad labels, left alone, put in a minority and so much more, all for something they didn't ask for.

Gay teens are turning to suicide as a way of escaping.

If you want to tell them that life will get better, & you respect them for who they are, copy & paste this. Most of you won't, but let's see the 5% of you who will."

Rob Ford oh my goddddddddddddd.

And Canada's Worst Driver starts up again tonight.

I love it.

I have an asston of beliefs. And I get angry about them.

Example: I believe that everyone should be treated equally, and that if you're a bigot, a racist, a homophobe, a prick, you should go live in a cave so that no one has to interact with your FUCKING IDIOCY.

And ask me anything about teaching. I have very strong beliefs about that. >:/

I also have this thing about plastic bags. I HATE THEM OMGGGGGG.

I could go on. But I'm not going to. Because I can feel myself getting clenchy and angry. And I'm listening to Jeremy Irons's (did I do that right?) gorgeous voice in Man in the Iron Mask, and I believe I'd like to get clenchy in other ways.

DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE.



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Does anyone have any good recipes for prime rib roast?

Yeah so what I'm cheating. So. YESTERDAY in great detail.

Woke up. Had to go to work! Balls. Felt like shiiit, but I had to go in. Because the manager is out, and therefore it's up to me, an employee of 2 weeks, to do the orders. I was freaking out, and feeling sick, so I packed my lunch (lasagna, Fruit Twists, an apple) by throwing it into my purse, and dragged my ass out the door. Um. I got dressed first, obvs.

Got to work, maybe a tiny bit late but they only dock you if you're 7+ minutes late (lol union jobs). S-l-o-w-l-y made my way upstairs, shoved my shit in a locker, and trudged downstairs. Had a moment of hating my life intensely.

Started opening the fish counter. Which involves: putting the fish on trays in a pleasant manner after washing them; sorting through the mussels for gross open ones; cook the dead and dying lobsters; clean everything; get rid of the old stuff and write it off; re-stock shelves; place order while simultaneously having a panic attack; go in the freezer and stifle tears of oh-god-why-am-I-such-a-failure.

Then I wandered around and tried to occupy my time. Made new food, had my lunch, was bored as hell.

Then 4.30 came around! I booked it the hell out of there. Came home, had a shower, went out with my mom to Winners, bought a slammin' purse. Booted over to Mr. Sub and got a diet-friendly dinner. Came home, ate the sub, and then it was TV time! Watched Dancing with the Stars and ridiculed the dancers, and then it was time for Castle! Yay! Watched Castle, loved it, and then dragged my ass up to bed.




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