did you know that the entire season 2 of america's next top model was playing today on vh1. i have seen season 1 on dvd, and then seasons 3 & 4 when they aired. season 2, i was waiting for the dvd. but now--voila. right on vh1, out of the blue. eeeheehee.
also, today is the first day in approximately ten years, or two and a half weeks, penelope time, that i haven't felt like walking death. i'm knocking on wood for this new anti-nausea medicine. it's possible that it may be working.
what do we think of the crunchywrap supreme from taco bell?
bueller?
i give it two thumbs up.
all this morning i found myself feeling increasingly evil toward corporate america. like, how does it, or anyone, or anything, even function in this world? all it takes is a few weeks on the "inside" to see that pretty much every organization is supremely f-ed up, with seemingly no fix. if i got a $2,000+ cell phone bill, you can bet a) i would be calling customer service and b) i would be livid. and then if it was dealt with in the only way a certain company has been dealing with it, which is to correct the error on the account, submit the credit, have the credit be rejected until a supervisor comments the account, and then have the supervisor completely ignore the problem because they are swamped with the multitude of other ridiculous issues within the company, i would leave. leave, leave, leave. well, first i would ask to speak with a supervisor, and then i would leave. agh. i feel sometimes like i'm working for enemy, but then i realize i'm just working for the idiot. i no longer care. that's it. i'm done!
ooo, and then someone said today that my husband i keep bad house. which is so patently untrue, unless you are judging with the eyes of emily gilmore? we have two dogs, black and brown. if you are counting the dog hair and some dishes in the sink, and maybe the smudges on the all-white cabinets, all-white kitchen floor, and all-white bathroom, then perhaps we have an argument on our hands. but other than that, bite me, ass-face. i can't think of anything more mature to say than that. i like my house.
but really, i remain in a good mood. tomorrow is friday, glorious friday! and already in the neighborhood, fireworks explode.
1 comment:
who the hell would have the audacious nerve to say- you keep a bad house. what an asshole. sure make sarcastic comments about being consumed by tidal waves of dog hair or lay on a sheet you brought yourself but never ever say someone's house is unkept. only mom gets to say that and even then derisive comments should follow her all the way out the door. i've seen houses that are that and there's no counterspace and lots of trash and alcohol bottles. that's like sooo rude and some junk. also may i add that my mom tried the new taco bell thing and she wanted more crunch. she said, mmm. it's just a burrito but then... clearly she wanted something deep fried. overall experience B. i myself don't stray from the norms of taco salads and mexican pizzas. that whole, try me menu sorta freaks me out.
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