If any of you are as big of a fan of Martini as I am (the woman, not the drink) (…) (well, maybe the drink too), you should know she’s moved.
Don’t say I never did anything for ya.
If any of you are as big of a fan of Martini as I am (the woman, not the drink) (…) (well, maybe the drink too), you should know she’s moved.
Don’t say I never did anything for ya.
You know what really grosses me out? When people fill soda and other non-water bottles full of water, and then drink out of said bottles. Not only is it like, bacteria central, but – eww! Your Diet RC Cola was just in there. Now you’re going to drink water out of it? WTF?
I mention this because I sat across from a semi-crazy lady on the train this morning. She looked kind of like a bag lady, but a bag lady with money and a job. So, she’s sitting there, and then she pulls out what appears to be a Simply Orange individual bottle of OJ, but then…there’s no OJ in it, just water.
My stomach turns.
Then she starts drinking out of it, all the while dribbling little drops of water down her chin.
My stomach turns again.
I had nothing else to look at – no other interesting tidbit in the train to look at to divert my attention.
Then I think she saw me dry heaving. I was able to look away.
Am I the only one that is disgusted by this? Buy a damn water bottle. They’re like, $7. And you can put them in the dishwasher. Jesus Christ.
You made me a promise. A promise of controlling my hunger for 4 hours. Yet here I am, 2.5 hours after consuming you, and I am EFFING STARVING. What gives? I saved you from a dusty shelf at Rainbow Foods, and yet…you betray me.
Well, Slim Fast Bar, try this on for size; your partner in crime – Slim Fast Shake – treats me WAY better than you do.
So here’s the plan – either you start doing your damn job, or you’re getting tossed in the trash. (Which won’t be easy since you were so damned expensive.) I’ll do it. Don’t tempt me.
SHAPE UP OR SHIP OUT!
Signed,
Squishy McSquisherson.
We have debt. Lots of it. More than I thought we would ever have. Thus, I wish to pay it all off. Hopefully, with my promotion and the husband’s dream job, we’ll be able to take care of it by mid-summer. I cannot wait.
So, there you have it. My New Year’s Resolutions. And I blogged two days in a row! In your face, Internets.
The obligatory New Year’s Resolutions post.
I decided to actually make a list of 5 this year so that I can check back and see if I’ve actually kept up. So can the internets, for that matter. So, if anyone stumbles upon this blog and wants to be a douchenozzle and call me out for not keeping my resolutions, they can. Jerks.
Me: Hi, my charger broke for my iBook and I’d like to get a new one.
Annoying 20 year old Apple chick: A MacBook?
Me: No, an iBook.
A2YOAC: OH. You mean, an OLD one. The white and like, thick laptop?
Me: Uh, yeah, I guess. I mean, it’s not that old. I bought it like, 3 years ago.
A2YOAC: Yeah, well, we don’t keep accessories for old Apple items on the floor. We’ll have to pull it from the stockroom. (at which point she ignores me and goes back to selling someone a $8 gagillion dollar PowerMac.)
Me: (glaring)