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Eris Reynard
01 October 2008 @ 09:37 am
UPS, my retarded little friend...

Why, and I cannot stress this enough, WHY do you ask for a phone number and then never use it?

Isn't that phone number there so if you run into problems, you can call and notify the receiver about their package?  If say the Apartment number was missing on an otherwise valid address, wouldn't you just CALL the damn number to figure out which apartment?  It's a bit of a hassel, yes and I apologize that apparently I was not clear enough to the lady when I was correcting the address that I only wished to change the street name and not anything else, but isn't it MORE of a hassel for me to call you, give you the number, have it changed so you can then drive all the way out ANOTHER day to deliver it?

You're supposed to be better than regular US postage, aren't you?  Aren't you SUPPOSED to be superior?  Then why, pray tell, are you absolutely, without a doubt, completely braindead?!

Daggers, poison and a good ol' French beheading,
Eris
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Eris Reynard
28 September 2008 @ 02:37 pm
A dodgy little quest really but a friend and I have decided to seek out bad roleplay on Mu* clients--truly bad and horrific roleplay--to share it with you.  Should or quest be a success, it's bound to evoke laughter from all...
 
 
Eris Reynard
22 September 2008 @ 08:15 am
Yep  
You know you're in for a day of feeling immature and grumpy (WAI WEEKEND SO SHORT?) when you boot up your computer, it tells you 'Your computer may be at risk' and your first thought is:

"Your mom may be at risk."

Well done, Eris, way to tackle Monday like an adult.  Good job.
 
 
Eris Reynard
19 September 2008 @ 04:37 pm
To the man who decided to blatantly check out my ass:

There is an unspoken code of learning to be discreet when it comes to these things.

When you visibly look down to note I'm wearing a shorter skirt and then suddenly start walking slower so that you drop conveniently behind me, you are not being discreet.

I'm not sure if I'm more offended that you looked at me like a piece of meat or that you made no effort to hide that you were doing so.

Thanks so much.

No love,

-Eris and her booty
 
 
 
 
Eris Reynard
16 September 2008 @ 01:02 pm
That Rant Where Eris promotes PORNCollapse )
 
 
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
 
 
Eris Reynard
16 September 2008 @ 12:38 am
As far as I'm concerned, every journal that decides it's going to have any sort of public entry--or be entirely public itself, should have this sort of post.  Why?  Because don't you want to know who's blog you've decided to start reading on a bored whim?  I know I would.

So you ask:

Well who the hell are you?

I'm an aspiring actor--well a theatre student.  I have no hopes that you'll ever hear about me outside of this blog because let's face it, fame is probably not what fate has in store for me.  I was born on the east coast just a hop, skip and a jump from DC until my parents, due to some job rearranging on my father unit's part, landed us in a happy little mud-puddle in Washington.  I grew up completely deprived of theatre, despite that I'd been craving to be an actress ever since I'd learned that some lucky bitch got paid to be the voice of the Little Mermaid.
Due to a cosmic fluke in the universe--called people not being able to pay their bills and thus 'causing what should have been my father's retirement fund a lot of grief--we moved so he could get a steadier paycheck.  Not his own boss anymore but hey, at least he knew he could stop working when the time came.  However this move brought us to a desolate land of wonderbread--bunch of lifeless, hardcore hippie hating republicans as far as the eye can see.  Despite that I've given no specifics up unto this point, I will say that if you ever consider visiting the east-side of Washington state... just don't.  Now just to make this clear, I've got nothing against republicans--we don't agree on a lot but as long as we can agree to disagree, we get along just dandy.
Point being it was here that I finally was able to find my love for theatre, yada yada which sent me back to the West side to work on my bachelor's degree which I am now on my final year.
I'm trying to reinvent myself.  I hear everyone needs to do it once and a while... so... here I go.

Why do you get a blog?

Well you silly sausage, because I signed up for one.

What's this all about?

Anything I want it to be.  If I want to rant about a fact of life, or mock a movie, tell a tale of Bunburrying, or spend it speculizing about why we aren't born with bright blue hair, I will.  You don't want to read it?  No one is forcing you to.  At least... I am not forcing you to.  So if someone has you at gunpoint, demanding you read my inane blather--take it out on them and not me.

Anything else I should know?

I have the mouth of a sailor and the moral compass of a 7th grade boy...

Some things will be under cuts and I'll tell you why--it may be for length, it may be for excessive profanity or something not all eyes should see, it may be because I like hiding things under links because it's tidier.

Thus began it all...