I'm just going to let this one do all the talking.
Or...none of it.
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Monday, February 7, 2011
Help Wanted: Playlists...
Hey all, I need a favor.
I've decided that I really love a good mixed CD, so I'm building some playlists. The first one I built was called "Songs for These Heavy Days", sad stuff. The next one, the one that's in progress, is all songs that are about clothes or feature clothes prominently. I would love suggestions for songs like that.
But, really, the favor I need is not related to that playlist.
I would love to hear some ideas for playlists you'd like to see put together. Wacky ideas, fun ideas, serious stuff...whatever.
Submit.
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I've decided that I really love a good mixed CD, so I'm building some playlists. The first one I built was called "Songs for These Heavy Days", sad stuff. The next one, the one that's in progress, is all songs that are about clothes or feature clothes prominently. I would love suggestions for songs like that.
But, really, the favor I need is not related to that playlist.
I would love to hear some ideas for playlists you'd like to see put together. Wacky ideas, fun ideas, serious stuff...whatever.
Submit.
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Saturday, February 5, 2011
Disappearing Thoughts....
So, I think I've sort of explained why things disappear that I like. I'm the kind of person who [endorses a deep commitment, getting healthy getting good pay is what I live for--sorry...involuntary Savage Garden quoting is a sickness that affects millions every day. Repost this if you agree.] doesn't jump on a trend right away. I'm incredibly wary of new things, and I wait a long time before I hop on any kind of trend or new product or fad. And, thus, by the time I get in on something, it's likely to be on its way out.
That could explain a few occurrences of this phenomenon.
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That could explain a few occurrences of this phenomenon.
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Friday, February 4, 2011
Disappearing Act...
Remember how they discontinued my hair product?
Remember how they sold my apartment complex?
Remember how every time I find something I like, (yogurt, tv show, shaving cream, pen) they cancel it?
I just found out yesterday that my dentist, the only dentist I've ever regularly gone to and liked, stopped practicing in Sycamore because it was too far from home.
It's a fucking conspiracy. I'm just going to stop talking about things I like, since someone is hearing this and sending smoke signals to the universe. *poof* Cancel *poof* everything!
Ugh.
Does this happen to any of you as often as it does to me?
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Remember how they sold my apartment complex?
Remember how every time I find something I like, (yogurt, tv show, shaving cream, pen) they cancel it?
I just found out yesterday that my dentist, the only dentist I've ever regularly gone to and liked, stopped practicing in Sycamore because it was too far from home.
It's a fucking conspiracy. I'm just going to stop talking about things I like, since someone is hearing this and sending smoke signals to the universe. *poof* Cancel *poof* everything!
Ugh.
Does this happen to any of you as often as it does to me?
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Thursday, February 3, 2011
Whores...
There is an army of whores--cyber-whores, to be precise--and they are harassing me.
Last week I got at least ten friend requests from "girls" on Facebook. You know the type. Their photo makes them look like college-aged, slutty, party-hungry nobodies. A name you don't recognize. No mutual friends.
Today I discovered yet another comment on this blog that was blatantly generic--something like, "This blog has lots of information and I feel a certain way about it so keep it up" with a link. God, I hate those. If it is a real person, they need to make a comment that has a reason for existing. Say something. Opine.
But no.
Yesterday I got two cyber-whore requests. I don't know why I'm suddenly the target of all of this attention, but I've never been before. Do your research, girls. I'm into boys!
Ugh.
Back to work today, since I haven't heard otherwise. It only took them until 6 last night to plow our lot. Not like anyone might have had anywhere to be while it was still light out or anything. Note sarcasm.
But we're out now. And if I get home and someone has stolen my parking spot, I'm going to hunt them down and make them move, since we worked so damn hard to clear them out.
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Last week I got at least ten friend requests from "girls" on Facebook. You know the type. Their photo makes them look like college-aged, slutty, party-hungry nobodies. A name you don't recognize. No mutual friends.
Today I discovered yet another comment on this blog that was blatantly generic--something like, "This blog has lots of information and I feel a certain way about it so keep it up" with a link. God, I hate those. If it is a real person, they need to make a comment that has a reason for existing. Say something. Opine.
But no.
Yesterday I got two cyber-whore requests. I don't know why I'm suddenly the target of all of this attention, but I've never been before. Do your research, girls. I'm into boys!
Ugh.
Back to work today, since I haven't heard otherwise. It only took them until 6 last night to plow our lot. Not like anyone might have had anywhere to be while it was still light out or anything. Note sarcasm.
But we're out now. And if I get home and someone has stolen my parking spot, I'm going to hunt them down and make them move, since we worked so damn hard to clear them out.
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