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ysobelle Everything that needed to be mailed is mailed. I utterly despise the post office, however. A man in front of me and a woman behind me started chatting, and she brought up the fact that State schools are cracking down harshly on underage drinkers. She was saying how the rules are too harsh, too cruel. I was stressed, there were ten people in line and one teller, I was running out of time, and in a really horrible mood. I literally-- and rather clearly-- bit my tongue and turned away politely after a few mmhm noises, because I knew I'd take her head off if I opened my mouth.
"Really? You have a problem with a school controlling drinkers? Let me tell you: my first boyfriend was killed by a drunk driver. He was twenty-one, and his parents' only child. He was killed instantly. College wants to teach kids they can't break the rules? Wants to teach Princess some responsibility? About fucking time. Have a nice day."
Of course, what strange, brief relationship Patrick and I had might questionably be called boyfriend/girlfriend. We were kids. We were clueless. We had issues. Does mean he's any less dead.
Sadly, I discovered today that now, officially, the prices of all my supplies has gone up. A lot. I've resisted for several years, but I have to cave to the inevitable: I have to raise my own prices. I'm not happy about it.
<lj user="Mstarfire">, your corset should be with you by Tuesday, they tell me. I sent it insured. Let me know if it doesn't arrive?
"Really? You have a problem with a school controlling drinkers? Let me tell you: my first boyfriend was killed by a drunk driver. He was twenty-one, and his parents' only child. He was killed instantly. College wants to teach kids they can't break the rules? Wants to teach Princess some responsibility? About fucking time. Have a nice day."
Of course, what strange, brief relationship Patrick and I had might questionably be called boyfriend/girlfriend. We were kids. We were clueless. We had issues. Does mean he's any less dead.
Sadly, I discovered today that now, officially, the prices of all my supplies has gone up. A lot. I've resisted for several years, but I have to cave to the inevitable: I have to raise my own prices. I'm not happy about it.
<lj user="Mstarfire">, your corset should be with you by Tuesday, they tell me. I sent it insured. Let me know if it doesn't arrive?