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Mar. 17th, 2004 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bluebeardWoo.. A day off. Called in earlier because after eating a Sonic breakfast burrito, I bagan vomiting. It was lovely, and ended all too soon. A pity, really.
After that ended, I got it in my head that I wanted a gamepad for my cumpyooter. Went to RadioShack, no luck. They sent me to OfficeMax, they didn't have any either. The guy there suggested Office Depot had some, but nope. At that point, I was close enough to downtown that I decided to go to the Peabody mall, which I was certain had a computer store -- I was, in fact, incorrect. Just to make the trip worthwhile, I went downstairs to Tower to check out the current issue of Colors, which didn't interest me; I put it down and came home, emptyhanded. Boo!
Now I sit and wait for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ink_ling to get home, at which time we're going to Sally's to get bleach, maybe thrift stores, and definitely somewhere where I can get a goddamn gamepad.
And now.. a meme!
If you call me..
Domino, dom_ino, domino-, domidork, domidrunk, or some other variant, you know/you've known me primarily online in some form, be it BBS, IRC, or here.
Joe, you know me currently in person, or were one of the people above that transitioned to a real-life friend.
Joe Nelson, you're my mother and you're pissed off.
Joe-joe, you're trying to aggravate me and should stop, or you're Meemaw (my mother's mother), who is the only person to call me that with permission.
Josephus, you're my dad.
Joseph, you're trying to be proper and failing -- "Joe", is, in fact, on my birth certificate.
Morgan, no telling. You could be a Memphis fag from the days when I was known as that name by some in the bars; you could be a pagan from any one of the festivals I've attended over the years; you could be a faerie from any of *those* gatherings, you could be someone from Portland while I was using that name primarily. Pick one.
Honey, you'reink_ling.
The end. Jason's home. Byebye.
After that ended, I got it in my head that I wanted a gamepad for my cumpyooter. Went to RadioShack, no luck. They sent me to OfficeMax, they didn't have any either. The guy there suggested Office Depot had some, but nope. At that point, I was close enough to downtown that I decided to go to the Peabody mall, which I was certain had a computer store -- I was, in fact, incorrect. Just to make the trip worthwhile, I went downstairs to Tower to check out the current issue of Colors, which didn't interest me; I put it down and came home, emptyhanded. Boo!
Now I sit and wait for
ink_ling to get home, at which time we're going to Sally's to get bleach, maybe thrift stores, and definitely somewhere where I can get a goddamn gamepad. And now.. a meme!
If you call me..
Domino, dom_ino, domino-, domidork, domidrunk, or some other variant, you know/you've known me primarily online in some form, be it BBS, IRC, or here.
Joe, you know me currently in person, or were one of the people above that transitioned to a real-life friend.
Joe Nelson, you're my mother and you're pissed off.
Joe-joe, you're trying to aggravate me and should stop, or you're Meemaw (my mother's mother), who is the only person to call me that with permission.
Josephus, you're my dad.
Joseph, you're trying to be proper and failing -- "Joe", is, in fact, on my birth certificate.
Morgan, no telling. You could be a Memphis fag from the days when I was known as that name by some in the bars; you could be a pagan from any one of the festivals I've attended over the years; you could be a faerie from any of *those* gatherings, you could be someone from Portland while I was using that name primarily. Pick one.
Honey, you're
ink_ling.The end. Jason's home. Byebye.