Etsy [You know, finally.]

So now that I've finally got my debit card issues sorted out [damned PIN numbers], I've set up my shop on Etsy.com.
A little background; Etsy is a place for selling [and buying] all homemade and vintage items. It will be celebrating it's 5th birthday this month, and is getting more and more popular. Had a few people suggest it, and it's frankly just a hell of a lot less lame than Ebay, so I decided to have a go.
Nothing up just yet - still trying to get everything sorted out - but I should be putting stuff up soon enough. Lots to do.
Just thought I'd through that out there...And things. And stuff.

Get your numbers right, damn it

You know what I love and complain about at the same time?
Stupid people and stupidity in general.
This is the second time I've gotten a call on my cell phone from some random, seemingly-Spanish dude asking for my lawyer.
Wrong number, kthx?
The first time I TOLD him he had the wrong number.
This time I didn't quite catch what he said, went silent for a moment, and proceeded to hang up on him.
Next time I get random calls, I'm going to play the Llama Song until they hang up.

In other news.
I'm debating starting another blog - but make it public
What to write about, however, is something different entirely.

That is all.
Kbai.

POPROCKS. YAY. <--Yes I realize this title makes me look like a four year old. Anything out of the ordinary?

So yeah. I've found something else relatively awesome to do.
Go to Target with ze boyfriend, and only buy condoms, lube and Poprocks. [Which are, admittedly, a new kind of RETARDEDLY AWESOME.]
Immensely entertaining.

Especially since the irritating-as-fuck dude ahead of us in line wouldn't SHUT UP, and the old lady cashier was talking to him, then got painfully silent when we were up...
Priceless.