Hock your best rings for those

Grrr. I ordered Red Seas Under Red Skies more than six fucking weeks ago. The copy I impulse-bought on the same day for a pair of friends was in their hands within four fucking days. They've both sodding well finished it, and I can't even have a conversation with them about it because those pissant titwanking arsewipes at Amazon haven't even fucking DISPATCHED mine.

As anyone who's been in the same room as me for five minutes knows, I am very much an instant-gratification sort of girl. I don't deal well with being made to wait for stuff I want. So right now I want to kick someone to death over this, or at least kick them till they run to the fucking warehouse and get me my damn fucking BOOK that I fucking bloody well PAID FOR ARGHHHHBASTARDS.

So tonight, sick to death of repeatedly clicking on the "Track my Packages" link and finding no news, I decided to cheer myself up by walking down to Asda to get a copy of Making Money. I won't say "instead" because I won't be happy till I have both, but since even I can only read one hardback at once, a shiny lovesome new Pratchett would have stopped me fretting after the other one for at least twelve hours.

You know what's coming, don't you? NO COPIES LEFT.

So I bought strawberry and white chocolate muffins instead. But it's not much consolation, I can tell you.

*grumpsulk*

Incidentally, this entry's soundtrack rocks my world. Listen to it.

Hock your best rings for those

Grrr. I ordered Red Seas Under Red Skies more than six fucking weeks ago. The copy I impulse-bought on the same day for a pair of friends was in their hands within four fucking days. They've both sodding well finished it, and I can't even have a conversation with them about it because those pissant titwanking arsewipes at Amazon haven't even fucking DISPATCHED mine.

As anyone who's been in the same room as me for five minutes knows, I am very much an instant-gratification sort of girl. I don't deal well with being made to wait for stuff I want. So right now I want to kick someone to death over this, or at least kick them till they run to the fucking warehouse and get me my damn fucking BOOK that I fucking bloody well PAID FOR ARGHHHHBASTARDS.

So tonight, sick to death of repeatedly clicking on the "Track my Packages" link and finding no news, I decided to cheer myself up by walking down to Asda to get a copy of Making Money. I won't say "instead" because I won't be happy till I have both, but since even I can only read one hardback at once, a shiny lovesome new Pratchett would have stopped me fretting after the other one for at least twelve hours.

You know what's coming, don't you? NO COPIES LEFT.

So I bought strawberry and white chocolate muffins instead. But it's not much consolation, I can tell you.

*grumpsulk*

Incidentally, this entry's soundtrack rocks my world. Listen to it.