Mwahahaha!

People who say money can't buy happiness have no idea what money is for.

Checked out Toys R Us today. Transformers: Cybertron is in, which means Energon toys are on sale. Score! Got a two-pack with Megatron and Optimus Prime for half the price I would have paid before then.

There's still a few Energon toys I want to pick up, but I'll have to order them online. (Bonecrusher and Wide Load to complete my Neo-Constructicons, Shockblast because he's that fucking sexy, Scorpinok, possibly Mirage, Slugslinger, and Jetfire.) Gonna order myself a Galaxy Force Soundwave sometime, too. He's so smexy.

Admired the Alternators, but didn't pick any up. I want Alternators Shockblast, more than the others, and they didn't have him in.

Cooed over Cybertron toys. Thundercracker pretty! Vector Prime really pretty! And there's these giant Starscreams lying around.... Plus, of course, Megatron.

Anyways, going to arrange my Transformers on display. Because I can!

Breaking and Entering

Or, human stupidity in action.

So, Mom is spending the night with her mother, and I'm home alone. Big deal, right? I'm eighteen, I can handle this. Problem is, there isn't any food in the house. So I decide to do a quick run to Mickey D's and get a spicy chicken sandwich.

Lock the door, step outside, dig around in my purse for my keys. Don't find them. Realize I must have left them inside, like I did the other day when I had Mom with me and she just unlocked the door for me. Panicked. Tried to break down the door. Stopped and went around to the back to break a window open. Discovered that I couldn't do that easily, even with a brick. Took my brick, went around to the front door, and broke the decorative glass panel on the side nearest the handle. Reached in, unlocked the door, went inside. Cleaned up the broken glass. Went to look for my keys.

Discovered that I had dropped them in a different compartment from my purse than usual. *cries*