cimorene

it distresses me that i apparently won't be able to get emilie autumn's new cd in my credit-card-less state unless we mail a registered letter with cash in it to the indie record shop in sweden which carries it. it's hard to believe anybody in the world still operates a mail order business that way. registered letters with cash? you're in sweden! what happened to the land of ikea! why don't you accept visa electron! bastards.

wax was like, "you could go to the one here and ask them to order it for you."

"oh," i said, "you mean that one where the proprietor never got that the servant album for you because he was so stoned three times in a row that he forgot your order?"

"that guy," she said dismissively, "that guy is famously skanky, but you could try that other shop, the one on eriksgatan." sure. *scowl*

eta: wait! they have it at cdon! thanks to the astuteness of