She arrived yesterday. She just wasn't delivered to my door, because stupid postman didn't ring my buzzer or left a fucking note in my mailbox. Just like he did with MRM.

So now, I'll have to go and queue at the post office to retrieve my package. And since I paid for an express delivery which means MY FUCKING PACKAGE SHOULD BE DELIVERED TO ME, I don't feel like going to the post office at all.

Today, I've got two interviews to do, an article to finish and mail, plus household stuff to do. I don't have time to waste on a trip to the post office. Of course, I really, really, really want to have my new doll, but the stupidly headstrong part of me tells me not to go retrieve her.

Yes, I'm dumb.
I know.

Blythou out.

Except it's a Tuesday.

The day started poopily with an Internet shortage while I was trying to browse my favorite websites while sipping my post-breakfast cup of green tea. Nothing upsets me more than a break in my comforting morning routine. I'm not a morning person at all, so I need little habits like those to make the whole "getting-out-of-bed-rise-and-shine" grind bearable.

My new doll has supposedly arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport and has left for delivery, but she hasn't made it yet. I need to buy fruit and vegs, it's beautiful outside, but there's no way I can go outside right now... If only the cats were trained to open the door to the mailman...

On a happier note, Pauline/dollishrubbish  (who brought me from Tokyo the Fall Whisper outfit just texted me to tell me she had a little something for me. I sometimes have faith in humanity for a few fleeting seconds ;-)

Here's a pic of Eleanor (previously known as Violet) wearing her new outfit :




Next on my list, take photos of the new Funny Bunny tees and the House Of Pinku dresses I bought for the girls.

Blythou out.

And now, a little bad postal karma :

Yesterday, the postal assholes that were supposed to deliver again my wii-fit on tuesday tried to deliver it despite me calling a overpriced number to ask tell for a tuesday delivery, pretty please.

While I was at the post office, ANOTHER PACKAGE I was expecting was delivered. Now it's waiting for me at the post office. It's probably Retro Mama. Since I'm in a shitty mood, I don't want to go to the post office, queue again for 35 minutes like yesterday so I'll just leave the package there. If it's sent back to Japan, I don't give a shit.

Blythou out.

… why the neighbours' brats BARK ? Seriously, every day, when they're back from school, my living hell starts.

They yell, scream, run around (probably wearing anvils instead of shoes, judging from the noise they make), push and yank the furniture. I suspect their parents wear ear plugs and don't give a shit anyway, but I can't take it anymore. And I'm not the only one : Armand & Bettie get jittery everytime the monsters are let loose.

On a happier note, if you're expecting a package from me, you can start stalking the mailman.

And Poison Ivy, my PWP, is back from the Poohie spa. She's stunning ! I'm in love... Too bad the light was crappy today. But she's ready for her close-up anytime the sun decides to shine a little.

Blythou out.