I have a severe love/disgusted relationship with Quentin Tarantino. As in I equally love his movies and hate them for their awesomness, hilarity, ridiculousness, blatant ripoffery, and overratedness. They’re too popular to be cult classics, too good to not be B rated, chock full of decent to good actors, and just enough racist and perverted to make me roll my eyes. … and then
Brownlee likes to make fun of my…unique sense of style. What? You never seen someone wear Chucks before? Ok maybe it’s not THAT unique but oftentimes I find things I really really really love. And nobody else loves them so the company just stops making them and I have to search high and low for replacements.
One time I went to three different grocery stores looking for Grey Poupon Deli Mustard. … and then
I got a root canal. Whatever that means. Dentist Lady and Dentist Assistant explained it or whatever but I was too nervous to really care about what they were saying besides “numb you real good” blah blah.
See what had happened was that when I was 18 the dentist told me to get my wisdom teeth taken out. And I was all “okay sure” but being 18 got in the way. … and then
This is from notes I kept yesterday during the STOP SOPA internet protest. Internet protesting is very #lazyyeteffective
Today I will try and avoid the internet. No Facebook. No Twitter. No FMyLife.com. No whatever else I do on my phone all day that requires an unlimited data plan. Well except email. I gotta email. All in protest of the government’s plan to censor the Internet. … and then
I tend to write blogs in my head before I put finger to keyboard. It’s generally a wording of how things will go but it ends up in giggles because I’m funny to me. But just because I have thoughts about something doesn’t mean it’s enough to end up as a complete blog. It might just be a woman thing but having something on my mind and having a completed thought on how I feel about something are two different things. … and then
Remember how I was saying the end was near at work? The end was yesterday.
My coworker and I had “fair” warning through the rumor mill that we wouldn’t make it to our departmental first quarter meeting scheduled for Oct 4. We were “told” that on Monday. So we made sure that our affairs were in order before we went home Monday afternoon. … and then