Journal: Entry for ßelals Girl

I've been waiting for my Marvel Select Red Skull figure for a month now, and a few days ago I finally got confirmation from the toy store that it shipped. I was pretty sure it would arrive today, so I came straight home after work so I could pick up the package from the office before it closed. And sure enough, I get to my building and there is a notice on the door from UPS that has my apartment number on it. I may have squealed. I can't remember.

So I rush inside and rip open my mailbox and a huge moth comes flying out of it and tries to land on my crotch. However, this is unimportant, and I barely bat an eyelash. What's important is finding the package slip that tells me it's waiting for me in the office. Junk mail goes flying...I don't care that I might be the next ten million dollar winner...whoops, I dropped my car insurance bill down the stairs...where is the goddamn package slip??

It's not there.

IT'S NOT THERE!

I go back outside and instead of saying they dropped the package off in the office like they're SUPPOSED to do, it say's they'll try again tomorrow.

I'm not going to be there tomorrow. If I'm not there on one weekday, there's a pretty big probability that I'm not going to be there on the next weekday, you stupid lazy dipshits!

Now, even if they do bring it to the office tomorrow, I won't get home before it closes, which means poor Johann is going to have to languish in the office all weekend, and it will be Monday before I can see his lovely, scowling, "I'm constipated" looking face.


AND SPEAKING OF FACES, WHY ARE THE ANGRY FACES I KEEP TRYING TO TYPE TURNING INTO SAD FACES?? THE ONE IN THE TITLE TURNED OUT FINE!!

EDIT: Wait, no it didn't. It turned into gibberish. The preview function is a filthy liar.

BLARGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH!!!!!!




I feel like a junkie being denied my heroin stash


Where's Urza? I need a substitute until Monday rolls around...












So...how did that moth get in my mailbox, anyway? ' />