Friday, March 6, 2009

Observations, Neuroses... whatever you want to call them.

So my life is once again descending into the shitter, and it leaves me pondering. And what does my strange brain ponder? Instead of focusing on the issues at hand 100% of the time, this kind of crap creeps in. Honestly, though, I think it might be this kind of crap that actually is keeping me sane.

- If you misspell 'kmart' when trying to go the website, you may end up somewhere completely unrelated. I accidently typed 'kmairt' and ended up at a site called 'newmissbootay.com'.

- Speaking of misspelling... at least 90% of the people who are posting housing ads on Craigslist where they use the word 'roommate' are misspelling it. Aren't most of these kids in college? Didn't most of them get higher SAT scores than I did?

- Speaking of Craigslist... I need a job. A real-life job. I don't need to fill out surveys all damn day, or request information from 50 online colleges. The number of spam/scam job listings is phenomenal. And bullshit.

- Drinking coffee pretty much always guarantees to be followed by a satisfying poop.

- Most drivers on the road are anti-turn signal. Which makes me anti-them. They aren't on your cars for pretty shiny flashy time, people. I don't want you to use your turn signal so I know what you are doing; I want you to use your turn signal so I know that YOU know what you are doing.

- Pretty much any clothing that isn't 100% wool or silk, or made of paper, survives a regular old washing and drying just fine. Dry Clean Only be damned! And if it came from Goodwill, it always gets washed.
*exception: the wool Banana Republic coat that still had the pockets sewn closed that I bought there for $5. That will not be washed...

- Now that I'm happy with the size of my boobs, I'm not happy with the size of my waist.

- Right now it is 63 degrees outside, and the forecasted high is 68. There is still snow on the ground. Now, last time I checked, stuff made of water melts at temperatures above 32 degrees. WTF?? What is this shit made of?

- And speaking of the snow... how amazing that we can get 7" of snow one day, and 4 days later it's 70. Who needs real seasons?

- There are some shitty, shitty rentals out there. I just looked at a house the other day- granted it was cheap; only $400 a month for a two-bedroom, but geez. Not only was it nasty (it reeked of mildew and dog and the carpet had many large unidentifiable stains on it, where there were still fibers in the carpet at least, and the doors barely fit the doorframes, and the bedrooms didn't have doors), but every wall in the place was made of cinderblock. I know some buildings are made of cinderblock, and that's cool. But even the internal walls, down to the little breakfast bar thing between the kitchen and living room was cinderblock. So the house had no real walls, and no insulation. When you touch the wall, you can tell what the temperature is outside. Huh. An ectothermic house.

- My neighbor has what I think may be the oldest dog in the universe. He's blind, deaf, has no teeth (well, very few, and those are worn down to little nubs), has several squishy subcutaneous masses, and smells awful. His muzzle is all grey and he's skinny as a rail. He wanders around the yard, baying at nothing, and it takes him several minutes to take a dump. But he looks happy as can be.

I had more. But just like usual I've forgotten what else I wanted to write here. Eh, whatevs.

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