surveying the fiends

I am more than pleased to announce the arrival on LJ of coercedbynutmeg, who is, as you can see, my whore.

Which, come to think of it, makes me a pimp.

Oooh, the sartorial possibilities.

I don't wear gold, though.

Oh well.

However, this does not compensate for the lines drawn through clepsydra and ajhalluk. At all. Cle, come back!

*wibbles*

Edit: Keirsey meets Harry Potter courtesy of gmonkey42

( INFJ/Albus Dumbledore )

I haven't yet fucked up quite as royally. I am inordinately fond of socks, though.

surveying the fiends

I am more than pleased to announce the arrival on LJ of coercedbynutmeg, who is, as you can see, my whore.

Which, come to think of it, makes me a pimp.

Oooh, the sartorial possibilities.

I don't wear gold, though.

Oh well.

However, this does not compensate for the lines drawn through clepsydra and ajhalluk. At all. Cle, come back!

*wibbles*

Edit: Keirsey meets Harry Potter courtesy of gmonkey42

( INFJ/Albus Dumbledore )

I haven't yet fucked up quite as royally. I am inordinately fond of socks, though.

Cheerfully exposing my own incompetence

Ooooh, I am so talented.

Today roundabout lunchtime I was starving (which is not always the case), so on my way between work and class I headed for the nearest bank, which is not especially near where I live anymore but I still have about $100 in the account. I look through my bag -- no wallet. Whoops.

However, if you know me well, you certainly wouldn't put it past me to have left my wallet on my desk. God knows I've done similar things before, although not usually my entire wallet, but there's always a first time for everything. All my most important, immediately necessary accouterments are in my coat pocket, however, so this was really just a minor inconvenience.

I go to class, starving; withdraw money from my other checking account, buy milk, come home, eat cereal, etc. Just as I'm getting ready to leave for class again, I realize that my wallet is nowhere to be found.

And then I have a nice mental replay of accidently kicking my bag over while I was on the train this morning. My brain supplies an image of my wallet skittering around the nearly-empty train like a hockey puck on crack. Also, an image of a homeless man using my credit cards to buy a yacht.

Yes, my credit is that good.

So yeah, stayed home and cancelled credit cards instead. Will be waiting for new ones. I actually canceled the one I had in my pocket, too, because I was panicky. I can no longer prove that I'm twenty (people are far more liable to believe that I am sixteen). And I need a new wallet. Gnah.

Cheerfully exposing my own incompetence

Ooooh, I am so talented.

Today roundabout lunchtime I was starving (which is not always the case), so on my way between work and class I headed for the nearest bank, which is not especially near where I live anymore but I still have about $100 in the account. I look through my bag -- no wallet. Whoops.

However, if you know me well, you certainly wouldn't put it past me to have left my wallet on my desk. God knows I've done similar things before, although not usually my entire wallet, but there's always a first time for everything. All my most important, immediately necessary accouterments are in my coat pocket, however, so this was really just a minor inconvenience.

I go to class, starving; withdraw money from my other checking account, buy milk, come home, eat cereal, etc. Just as I'm getting ready to leave for class again, I realize that my wallet is nowhere to be found.

And then I have a nice mental replay of accidently kicking my bag over while I was on the train this morning. My brain supplies an image of my wallet skittering around the nearly-empty train like a hockey puck on crack. Also, an image of a homeless man using my credit cards to buy a yacht.

Yes, my credit is that good.

So yeah, stayed home and cancelled credit cards instead. Will be waiting for new ones. I actually canceled the one I had in my pocket, too, because I was panicky. I can no longer prove that I'm twenty (people are far more liable to believe that I am sixteen). And I need a new wallet. Gnah.