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You know, most wedding cards are really heterosexual. Half of them say things like "to the bride and groom," or they have veils on them, pictures of men and women kissing, pictures of a little top-of-the-cake bride and groom... I am triumphant about the one I found, which was shiny! and also had no gendered references, was not unduly sappy or pink, or religious. Religious would be okay by them, I think, but I'm not so keen on that bit.

Also redeemed a gift card at Borders. There was no Rurouni Kenshin to be had, so I bought Samurai Deeper Kyo instead because they appeared to be the same series. I mean, there's a girl threatening a guy because she thinks he's a notorious killer, but he's actually not, but wait! He actually is! Sort of. Of course, it's substantially different from RK in execution, but the similarities are stunning. Kenshin even sold medicine when he was with Tomoe. Kyoshiro refers to himself as "a medicine peddler of love and peace" or something similar, which... dude, get Vash, Kyoshiro and Kenshin all in one place and get them all really really really angry, and they will, after doing some poses and yelling, merge into one enormous mecha-Battousai! With glowing eyes, a kickass gun-arm, and angst!

If someone can explain to me how the hell Yuya's got a gun at the beginning of the Edo period, please do.

Image gallery - again, just prompting myself to look at it. The images are huge and I don't have time to go through much of it tonight. This one's mostly anime.

pantyhose and anger management

Pantyhose are the DEVIL, y'all.

Weirdest damn call - after spending a conversation explaining this woman's billing from July onward to her, fairly patiently, she said "Well, I'll pay right now if you'll just calm down!" Um. Dude. I was taking the call as a restful oasis in a busy part of the day, a chance to read Doonesbury while she went through her checking history. I never actually saw Anger Management - my habitual response to Adam Sandler movies is to gnaw off my own leg in order to escape them - but this sure sounded like the trailer for it.

And then I raced through a nerve-wracking lunch hour. Lunch half-hour. Well, should have been, but I ran a bit late. I had to find a bank branch near me, and then I hit all red lights, both ways, because apparently God was miffed at me for passing up all the gender-neutral religious cards. At least now I can pay my rent, and my biggest remaining concern for the day is getting my skirt and purchasing Doritos on break.

God, I miss all that college-student free time.

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It'scoldit'scoldohGodit'scold! PresentsareoverIwantspringnowplzkthx.

The ceremony was lovely, though it was interesting to note that the minister officiating never referred to it as a marriage or a wedding. Everybody else did, though. Poor Jason, the partner of the guy I know from work, looked petrified, which I'm sure was not helped by the fact he was supposed to sing.

Now excuse me while I go hunt up every blanket in the place and wrap it around me.