argh.

[thejunipertree]

Fuck you, css. Goddamn style sheets.
I've had it with that crap.
Stupid web design.

If anyone wants to know where I am, I'm currently immersed in working on this cunting website I agreed to do for the MWC (my weekly meeting witchy group). Thought I was going to get all fancy and throw some style sheets at it, but the Design Gods had other ideas.

I'm usually a lot more positive about it, but this css style has really got my head turned around backwards. I'd rather learn something easier, like speaking Aramaic or how to play the bagpipes.

In better news, I have another job interview tomorrow. Strangely enough, I think it's for the same immigration attorney that I dealt with a couple of years ago when I was attempting to remove the kickban that the UK had placed on my passport. Weird!

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[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

'Cunt' is my absolute favourite piece of profanity, unlike many other women who shy away from it. And I use it frequently to describe numerous things, much to the dismay of more puritan minded people around me.

It's a noun: "That stupid cunt better step off."
It's a verb: "And he was just cunting along the highway like she had never even cut me off!"
It's an adjective: "This cunting computer is about ready to kick."

It could probably even be an adverb, but I'm too tired to think of an example.

However, my favourite use is: "My, but it's getting a bit cunty in here." for when someone is acting like, well, a cunt.

hee!