At the Tone, the Thread Will Be....... Underwhelming
Anyone want to go to trivia with me at the pub tonight?
I just used Trader Joe's sunflower-seed butter rather than peanut butter on a PB&J. I do like sunflower-seed butter better than peanut butter.
So tired of everything.
Occupy Wall Street!
Leftovers for dinner again... still learning to cook for one.
My cat's breath smells like cat food.
You know that one semi-attractive male celebrity who we've all heard of, but no one really pays much attention to? He's a homo. I heard it from a friend of mine who's an insider in the business and has met him once or twice, so I know for sure.
My neighbor gets on the elevator because she believes that other people (husband? father?) in her unit can't hear her cell phone conversation.
That might be true, but everyone else in the fucking building can, because sound travels in the elevator shaft!
......I didn't have corn!!!!!!!!
In honor of Presidents' Day I smoked a bowl and drank some Nyquil and slept all day. It was bliss.
"The printer may be out of toner."
Well, I checked and it's not.
Damn it OP, it took me FOREVER to find this thread because I was searching 'underwhelmed' as is the tradition. And I think oddly, the link to this thread is missing from the last.
*sigh* Nevermind. Bend over so I can slap your bottom, and then we can all get on with underwhelming each other.
You know you want it.
People annoy me.
What was the number you called to hear that? 595-1212?
I'm still nervous. Why?
I can't stop watching "Final Destination 5" whenever it's on cable. I'm watching it now after I just watched it about 2 hours ago. A few months ago it was "Bridesmaids". I dread to think what it will be next.
ayb, please accept my sincere apology. It didn't occur to me that using a different tense of underwhelmed in the title was verboten.
This is probably the fourth underwhelmed thread I've started. "I Want to be Underwhelmed Vol. VII" (or a Roman numeral close in proximity) and "I Vant to be Underwhelmed Forever and Ever" were the first ones I started.
"The -Underwhelming- Remains the Same or What is and Shall Ever Be" was another one I named from couple of years ago. In hindsight, someone on that thread (might've been you or Ciaran) expressed exasperation in locating that thread for the very same reason you complained about.
I gotta admit I always get a kick out of your wry posts ayb and I certainly appreciate your candor in regards to any underwhelming declaration or plight du jour you feel like mentioning. Stay angry.
If I can just get this bit of salad out between my teeth. Suck suck suck.
I need floss.
I made a big bowl of vanilla pudding and ate it with whipped cream and vanilla wafers.
[quote]"I Vant to be Underwhelmed Forever and Ever"
I always thought that was the funniest Underwhelmed thread title out of the bunch, so cudos to you, baby.
In other news, I'm on a combination of Naproxen for a wrist sprain incurred whilst lifting at the gym (MARY!) and Omeprazole to counteract the mouldy affects of that on one's stomach.
Amusingly, I have the slightly stoned side effects of being fuzzy, vague and err smiley that come with the drug. It made work quite a bit less tedious than usual, today.
So you'll be no doubt dismayed to know I'm not feeling very abrasive atm, consequently :S
I'm nuking a Lean Cuisine.
I can't find Kraft Macaroni and Cheese Alfredo style in many stores. I'm on a budget and all.
I really wanted Tarragon Chicken Salad for lunch, but the deli had just run out, so I got Blackened Cajun Chicken Salad instead. It was almost as good, but not quite. But no complaints.
I had a drink last night for the first time in a year. It was uneventful.
No, I'm not an alcoholic who relapsed. I'm just that boring.
Aw, you made be blush ayb. Kisses to you too.
Now back to business as usual.
I work for the telephone company!
I think my fish whisperer stole my koi. Or the gardener.
I dreamed I had a hemorrhoid that stretched out like a chewed-out piece of bubble gum. I got nervous and rolled it back up and pushed it back into my ass thinking, "This is going to get in the way."
I hate my coworkers.
[quote]"I Vant to be Underwhelmed Forever and Ever"
Greta Garbo was my inspiration for that one ayb. For some strange reason I've imagined GG as an avid DLer were she still alive.
"Oh, how I yaern toob be underwhelmed."
I haven't had a job for three years and I'm about to lose my house.
A few days ago my neighbor's smoke detector went haywire. He's a very young single father. He and I are the only two tenants on this particular section of a small corridor.
This building has a large number of older ladies as tenants, especially on this side. I am friendly with many of them, one in particular, and she was worried it was my apartment, so she came to my door, banging. All the old ladies were panicked.
Lets call her Ann.
Clearly it was my nextdoor neighbor's place.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
We knocked on the door and pressed the doorbell several times. We started to get worried about them. I tried the doorknob and it opened, *ANN* said go in! go in! So I did. Ann stayed in the doorway.
I'm tall, it's a 1950's building, ceilings are only 8 ft. I reached up and turned off the smoke detector. It turns out he had left a pot of boiling water on his stove top. Sometimes my smoke detector goes off if I stay in the shower too long or open my oven door when it is hot.
So I turned off the burner and moved the pot of water to a cold burner.
ANN, as we are calling her, was still standing at the door and had not entered. She saw nothing.
On the way out I noticed a small GROW OP situation in a closet. My ex, a great friend, who is a landlord, an owner of several flats, thinks I should report it as a fire hazard.
And the neighbor, we'll call him *carlos*, showed up about 5 minutes later. Ann gave him shit about scaring everyone, all the old ladies. She played bad cop, I played good cop. Said sometimes steam from my shower sets it off. I never told Ann what I saw.
I don't know if I can report it. I don't want to.
I didn't understand what R35 was about. Grow OP?
Sorry, can you clarify?
He's growing weed in the walk in closet. The big sliding doors were replaced with a thick drape of plastic, there were bright lights, a heater.
he's trying so hard to support his kid, I don't feel right telling anyone.
The UPS drivers tear through our neighborhood at breakneck speed. I get that our street is near the end of the day, but Christ, they're going to kill someone.
Why is it so hard to find lima beans in my local stores?
Wow, my farts have been extra stinky lately.
My best friend is terribly, terribly depressed. I'm scared to death he's going to kill himself.
My blanchemange is runny.
I love to randomly shout the word "YEAST!" to piss people off.
[quote]he's trying so hard to support his kid, I don't feel right telling anyone.
I certainly wouldn't rat him out, but I'd tell him to be careful of the fire hazard and take some extra precautions.
I knew Stockard Channing in the 40's. She was 50.
Whenever I'm asleep and have to pee, I have the most lurid piss dreams.
I am trying to be kind to a friend who is ill but boy is conversation heavy going.
I need to go on a diet.
My boss is brilliant and makes me feel inferior although not deliberately.
Those initial side effects were obviously temporary. I've had nothing like that since.
But I have noticed I now only need one beer to get a buzz going.
[quote]Whenever I'm asleep and have to pee, I have the most lurid piss dreams.
Did you ever dream you're standing in front of the loo (or sitting on it, if you are so inclined) and start to wee?
I have eight pairs of northern cardinals at my feeder as we type.
Jennifer Lawrence is going to win an Oscar tonight
[quote] He's growing weed in the walk in closet. The big sliding doors were replaced with a thick drape of
The landlord may notice the uptick in electrical use.
I don't know about apartments, but utility companies notify police if a house seems to be using too much electricity.
There's a small hair on my nose that I can see - on my nose - but cannot see in a mirror to see where it is to remove it.
Somebody asked me if I got a haircut and I said, "No, I got 'em all cut!"
I'm moving in with family and none of them smoke. I have to give up my pipe.
R53 getcha self an electric nose-hair trimmer, Blanche! They don't cost very much. Even I have to do that every couple of months.
R55, that's grim. Can't you just smoke your pipe outside? If they know you smoke a pipe it seems a bit much to expect you to totally give it up, even if they are doing you a favour *waits for antis heads to explode*. But seriously, it's not like it's crack.
Well, I'm done dispensing advice now. My underwhelming update is I got a wrist support from Boots because I wasn't really refraining from using it. Now I have a constant reminder not to, and also the support to encourage healing.
R56 I have one of those and I trim fine everywhere else - this one...it's too small for me to see in a mirror, but I see it when I am looking through my glasses.
Probably just need to get one of those magnifying makeup/shaving mirrors.
You may have heard of this. It's a show called "The Fuccons" from Japan (also known as "Oh Mikey!") and features the adventures of an American family who move there.
Oh, and they're all mannequins.
I would turn in any neighbor who was growing and selling pot! There are millions of other ways to support children other than being a low-rent, shady criminal. Trust me, even if he didn't have that kid, he'd still be doing it. Don't you people have any standards, or are you all obsessed with the teeny tiny virtue of "not sounding judgmental"!?
R59, what a Good German you are!
Not to mention ignorant. We're not talking about a crack den here. Hardly worth absolutely ruining the lives of two people (especially the child) over selling a bit of weed. It's not even a big operation.
Over the years I've known plenty of professional, affluent people who also smoked dope. Reefer Madness is not a documentary.
You sir, are evil.
And yes, I'm going to sign this with my nick.
I didn't know Kathy Najimy and Ellen Degeneres performed Immer auf die Kleinen in 1999.
The cute weather guy on NBC NY keeps pronouncing Bangor, ME as banger. It is not a sausage, sweetie.
Worked my ass off and spent most of my free time learning and studying. I became very well respected at work. New business manager and it's like a series of floors sliding under my feet.
Really, I think I was better off when I did manual work, I kept fit and didn't have this mental drain. It was crap, but this is worse.
Judge Judy will be on shortly.
I have that flushed feeling again when I think I have a fever but I never do. I wonder if I'm allergic to something.
I forgot Colin Farrell was on Bally K. He is so handsome.
I like Chicago. I didn't think I would, "Windy City" and all.
I learned so much about architecture on the "Architectural Boat Tour:" the one by the Architecture Society, not the touristy one.
I'm sorry I haven't read the previous posts, so forgive me if this has already been said.
R67 I agree
I sometimes wonder if life would be different if I had green eyes instead of blue.
I have to pee but I'm too lazy to get up.
Colin Farrell was surprisingly good in "A Home At The End Of The World". The whole film is into itself, but it still works. I liked it.
My favorite binder at work is getting so frayed that I know I'll have to get a new one, but I don't trust the office manager to order the right one.
Off to Staples this weekend!
OMG I'm studying with the tv on in the background. I almost choked when an advert came on and the guy kept saying bareback and body, bareback and body, bareback and body. I must have heard it three times before I realised he was saying Bayer Back and Body. I think they need to re-think the name.
 is the best.
I'm listening to Toad the Wet Sprocket songs on YT. Something's Always Wrong is on at the moment.
I went to Walgreen's for meds and liquid tears this past Mon. evening. I also called my mom and talked for a half hour in the car. I had Fluffy my ten year old Cocker with me. Then I went to ABC Liquors and bought a 1.75 of Ronrico dark rum.
I needed razors but they were too expensive at Wag's so I ran over to Big Lots. They only had generic brands so I trucked on over to the Walmart on 19 in Pinellas Park.
While there, I went over to Pet Supply and picked up 3 bags of "wholesome holistic" Healthy Dog Biscuits since they can often be hard to come by. When I found razors I noticed much to my surprise on a shelf opposite the razors they had Tussy roll-on deodorant so I bought one (.97¢). The label said original scent but they lie.
It doesn't smell like cloves. It doesn't even smell like the many years later on scent they changed it to the last time I purchased some. Smells awful, like a B.O. and rancid imposter fragrance combo. Terrible.
I stopped off at the XTC for a bottle of poppers then I topped off my tank at the gas station across the street from my abode before arriving home at 9 pm. I should've put air in my tires but I didn't feel like it. Lily Tomlin was on Joy Behar when I walked in the door so I was happy to catch that.
Now it's time to put a drop of damned (scary) Prednisone in my eye now for a double stye that I've had for 4 months. At least it doesn't look like a stye at this point but it hasn't healed. It looks like I have mauve eye shadow on my left lid and have dry eye besides. It's worrisome. Monday I return to the ophthalmologist for yet another appointment.
P.S. I'm so tired of doing all the warm compresses with tea bags too. My fingertips are dry and cracked from wringing out tea bags dipped in hot water.
He did it to me again. We go to bed around 11:30 and, lately, my partner has been taking a 20 ounce glass of water or juice to drink while we're watching tv. Inevitably, he wakes up around 5:00 or 6:00 to pee. He barely wakes up and goes right back to sleep but I end up being awake until the alarm goes off.
I've asked him not to do it because it is so frustrating lying around for two or three hours. I work from home and I end up wanting to take a nap in the afternoon, which I hate to do because it is so unproductive and I feel like shite when I wake up. He says I should just take a nap and be happy that I can.
He's in his 20s so it's not his prostate acting up - it's that damned big glass of water. I swear I'm going to dump it on his head if he does it one more time.
My SAD is finally lifting. Life is good again.
I was just told (kindly) that I have a silly accent and can't say the word "bond" correctly. So have been in a room by myself trying to get rid of the "w" sound I put in "bond" AND I CANNOT MAKE IT GO AWAY!!!
[quote]I was just told (kindly) that I have a silly accent and can't say the word "bond" correctly. So have been in a room by myself trying to get rid of the "w" sound I put in "bond" AND I CANNOT MAKE IT GO AWAY!!!
How are you saying it-- "Baw-nd"?
Can you say "ah" instead of "aw"? When you say, "Ah, that feels good," does it sound different from "Aw, that's so cute!"?
Can you say, "Bah, humbug," or does it come out as "Baw"?
The whole world is happily eating corned beef and cabbage together. Looks like I'll be having a pizza instead. All alone again. Sigh.
SO EXCITED about the new Daft Punk album coming out this year. Supposedly. Though all the billboards are mysteriously being taken down after a day or so. SO EXCITED.
I'm back to wanting a dog again. A dog. A dog. I think I want a dog.
Close my eyes, or keep them open?
I just caught the last 10 minutes of Diff'rent Strokes. I've only seen that programme once or twice but it caught my interest because it was about paedophelia. I was surprised to see them discuss the fact that paedophiles are not gay.
I'm phoning in my prescription refills. I'd rather be watching a movie or doing a crossword.
I think the People's Choice award is the most important award because it comes from the people.
Should I use a #2 or a #3 drill bit on this gloryhole?
CHOINK CHOINK CHOINK. Pass the biscuits.
I have re-discovered the magically delicious nature of steamed brussel sprouts, halved, buttered, and sprinkled with Toney's Rosemary/Garlic seasoning.
I'm losing weight, but my breath is bad and my piss smells like swamp cactus.
If the world ends in nuclear Armegeddon, I can always eat my semen. It tastes like lumpy Risotto.
New page. Endless Winter in the UK, no end in sight apparently.
Here's some Beefheart.
I keep looking up places I want to go on Trip Advisor and reading only the bad reviews to make me feel not so bad that I'm not on vacation.
I just found out that daffodils, tulips, narcissus, aloes and jade plants are all toxic to cats and dogs. I have large jade and aloe plants in my house and daffodils, narcissus and tulips all over my yard. I've been thinking about adopting a couple of dogs, but clearly I'm going to have to choose between plants and animals.
I have a stupid-as-fuck coworker that I'd like to throw my stapler at HARD... How do some people get hired??!
I am on a conference call with our board and am paying absolutely no attention.
I hate when somebody hangs up the phone on me. How old are you, douchebag?
My shitty day at work was nullified by the delightful news that KU lost. In fucking overtime.
I hate KU.
I think it's about time we changed the website slogan to
[quote][bold]DataLounge[/bold] get your fix of gay gossip, news, pointless bitchery and Joan Crawford.
Went to two different 7-11 ATMs I'd used before to try withdrawing $300. Four times I got a slip saying "unable to complete". Then I went to a Chase Bank ATM and it worked. No idea why.
So, I guess I'll be homeless before too long. I've worked to support myself for over thirty years, but this society has no respect for someone who has tons of experience but has reached a certain age. It sucks to get old and be totally alone in the world.
I wish I could do something to help, R101. :( I wish you luck.
I was in your position tens years ago, r101, but I was lucky enough to have family to take me in. I was very lucky. I'm just now turning my life around. I wish you the best.
I did not know that the turnips I've been eating all my life are actually rutabagas.
I love mashed turnip so much that I often mix them with all my other vegetables.
Thanks, R102 and R103. Unfortunately, I have no family and very few friends, and no friends that can take me in. I will be on the street soon. Life sucks, and then you die - but now soon enough.
I had a super value pak mega anxiety dream this morning in which several themes from my most frequent anxiety dreams were woven throughout. One element that was new was that I ran into Elaine Stritch, who was feeling sad about getting old. "I feel exactly the same way. We'll get through this together," I told her, and we both cried.
I've just seen "Harriet Craig" on Youtube. Don't you think that her costumes/hair detracts from the film? It would have been so much more effective to have her as a manipulative bitch if she'd had a softer look. It's all so signposted it makes you think her husband is mentally defective.
It's funny, but the more I see of Joan's 50s output the more I think that actually "Female On The Beach" and "Johnny Guitar" were actually much better than their campy nature would have you believe. "Torch Song" is still laughable crap though.
I decided to plant some Irish moss in a small area that has been used as a chipmunk tunnel in the past (arrival of new cat has shut down chipmunk population). I thought, "I hope rats haven't taken over the tunnel system."
As I was digging I could feel the dirt below my hand was crumblVera's if it was over a hollow area. I saw a small rock in the corner of the hole I was digging. I tried to loosen the rock with my finger, but it sort of disappeared. I dug around the area and all of a sudden, within a nanosecond, this huge THING materialized out of the rock hole, flipped over, exposed a white underbelly and was 4x the size of the "rock." I screamed like a little girl.
It was just do unexpected! Was it a rat? Ewww!
It turned out to be a very large toad. I'd excavated its winter hibernation site. Poor old guy. He was sleepy and maybe a little injured fom my trying to scrape the "rock" out of the dirt (I think the "rock" was his knee.) I picked him up; he sat still for a few seconds and hopped down. I put him back in his hole, but he hopped behind and under a bush. I left him there, hoping he can dig himself a new hole.
The way it came out of the hole was like magic -- like a liquid being squeezed out of a bottle. Like if you squeezed a ketchup bottle and a toad just suddenly ploppec out of that tiny little bottle tip.
That's funny r108. Hope your cat doesn't get Mr Toad.
I heard Kelly Clarkson's new song, People Like Us, while driving to work this morning and it made me cry. I am just so damn mad at this country and what's happening, and this song captured exactly what I am feeling.
Speaking of mad, how many years has it been since M&M's replaced tan with blue? I am just not feeling the blue M&Ms and wish they'd stop putting them in with the others.
I remember the tan M&M's, R109. They were my favorites.
I just found out tonight that someone I knew as a teenager is now a producer on 60 Minutes. Not sure how I feel about that. Kudos to him, in some ways, but the show is pretty obnoxious.
I hate panic attacks. Oh well.
Now I'm going to watch some cheesy scifi on Netflix and practice my deep breathing.
Everyone brew the coffee and gather 'round. CBS Sunday Morning starts in thirty minutes.
You should have typed that a bit louder, R112. I almost didn't wake up and it looks like a good show this week.
I'm enjoying it, r113, especially the piece about printing human tissue. Amazing.
Ever get the feeling the Republican party is run by Carrie's mother?
Well, I finally got a job. The pay is exactly half of my salary at my last full time job, but it is enough to pay the rent and see a movie now and again. The perks are pretty good, though, including free lunch - today I got a salad that was so big, I'm eating the rest of it now for supper - and free health insurance after three months.
My town put a"sustainability element" in the town's Comprehensive Plan and all the nuts came tumbling out of the tree at a town board meeting, claiming that the plan was tied to a United Nations initiative and an international nonprofit organization that might somehow start dictating laws to the town if the plan is approved.
"The group, some two dozen people, suggested that the town’s sustainability plan was linked in some way to a 20-year-old U.N. initiative known as Agenda 21, and the broad array of sustainable programs it suggested the world’s nations adopt."
“By approving this program you are losing your right to legislate,” said. "I am a proponent of Home Rule" we're some of the comments by this group of "concerned citizens," aka wing nuts with nothing better o do than sit around listening to Limbaugh and Glenn Beck.
I stood on the corner of W10th and Greenwich (Manhattan) talking to a friend. We were passed by Jessica Lange, her younger daughter and son in tow, and then ten minutes later Edie Falco (a brunette now) hurriedly walked by and hailed a cab on Hudson. Lange had sunglasses, but was still very recognizable. Taller than I expected. Falco is fucking tiny. She didn't wear sunglasses and seemed very genuine and unconcerned about being recognized. My friend and I chatted for another ten minutes after this.
I made a big bowl of guacamole for a work function tomorrow and mistakenly added a palmful of ginger powder instead of garlic powder. Damn it! It actually tastes OK, but it's not guac.
I'm going to be so fucking tired when I get in tonight.
I had a really disturbing dream of mushroom clouds last night that ruined my day. I was in Manhattan and saw a mushroom cloud to the west. I put my head down and wondered when I would go blind and when the shock wave would hit. I wondered if I would die from the blast or if I would die in an ensuing firestorm. When I didn't die immediately, I wondered when I would get nauseous from radiation poisoning. I felt embarrassed that I would die in a pool of vomit and diarrhea.
When I didn't die after a few minutes and didn't find myself blinded, I looked up. Everyone around me was also still alive. We then saw a mushroom cloud to the north. Then another. And another. But we didn't feel the ground shake or get blinded. I said, "We should get out if here," and a guy said, "We should go upwards. Come to my grandfather's place. It's in the palisades and the air will be cleaner there. And we'll be safer from tsunamis." A bunch of us left and we arrived at his grandfather's apartment in the blink of an eye. It looked like an apartment in Russia. I saw a tram pull up outside and thought, "Trams in NJ?" Then I remembered -- oh yeah, this is the future, I forgot. In the future, trams will be more prevalent
"There's no more tv or radio, and no more electricity. Running water will run out soon," said the guy who brought us there. And I thought, "Oh shit. I'll never see anyone I know again. And now wars will start over food and water and warm clothing. Why couldn't I have died when the first bomb exploded?" We looked out the windows and saw at least 20 mushroom clouds in all directions. Then I saw tornados and said, "Those will be heading our way soon. And tsunamis. And nuclear winter." I couldn't imagine why it was still sunny outside. I was filled with dread about what the future would bring in this new world.
Got a new toy for my dog today, which he's already mostly destroyed. Doing laundry and dishes. Will soon pour at least one glass of wine and continue listening to the audiobook of Confederacy of Dunces.
I opened a bottle of Trader Joes Zinfindel (the $5 one- not the $3 one) Its usually very good but this bottle tastes overly acidic. I might just use this bottle for cooking and open the Gnarly Head Red.
I'm so glad that Zach Galafanakis told us not to get our hopes up during his SNL monologue.
I went to a Kentucky Derby party yesterday, and I met the hot daddy from my gym who I've been crushing on the last couple of years.
I knew some things about him previously just by listening to him talk to his buddies at the gym. And we knew each other's names and would say hello to each other.
But last night, we didn't know many other people at the party - he went because his wife wanted to, and I went because I was bored. So we spent a couple of hours really getting to know each other. He really is everything I look for in a partner... except straight, and happily married. But he's funny, interesting, smart, considerate, handsome. Plus he smells great, has really nice teeth, looks great naked in the locker room, and isn't concerned that his black hair is starting to grey.
I could probably start a great friendship with him at this point, which might be the dumbest thing I could do since I'm so lovestruck.
I got a phone call very early this Sunday morning from someone with a very heavy foreign accent telling me that someone in Brooklyn tried to use my visa credit card yesterday for $807. I did not use my Visa card in Brooklyn yesterday. I was suspicious that this was a scam.
Long story short, I called the number on the back of my Visa card and a guy with a heavy foreign accent answered. He referred me to fraud, where another heavily-accented guy verified this.
So my Visa card company apparently uses a call center in India where they have a type of Indian accent that I am not used to. At any rate, I'm glad I checked it out before giving away info about my identity.
Yesterday, I ended my anxiety ridden day with Xanax.
This morning, I had some strong cappuccino and I feel euphoric and joyful.
Down. Up. Down. Up.
Is there any way to get rid of grey doves in the city?
There is a single male Coooooo-ing like crazy every darn day outside my window.
Happy Mother's Day.
What IS that smell!?
I have discovered the joy of Lexapro + Lyrica. Life is good.
I really think Antique Roadshow is fucking with our minds. They always show some horrible painting that looks like it came from a hotel art sale by an artist no one has ever heard from before and claim it's worth a half million dollars.
I can hear myself breathing.
My increased activity at DL correlates with my job sending me to remote locations for weeks at a time, with absolutely nothing to do 99% of the time.
Jesus christ. I just clicked on a silly joke link to a news website featuring a music video ... I scrolled down and one of the linked stories at the bottom was about a woman, disfigured by having acid thrown in her face, begging to die. With a horrifying photo. I was just looking to see Daft Punk mixed with screaming goats, not a graphic image that will haunt me for days.
OK, so everyone needs to go watch "Tucker & Dale vs. Evil" on Netflix streaming.
I'm so glad I have insomnia tonight!
"Try rehabbing a painted lady," they said. "They're so elegant,"they said.
It's taken taken me two weeks to scrape and sand 1/8th of the house. Now I have to replace odd widths of trim and fuck with caulk.
I loathe caulk.
The white pines (which are supposed to be green) which were turned orange by Hurricane Sandy are shedding ALL of their needles. All of them. It seems like there are 20 metric tons of orange pine needles in my yard and garden beds. I rake and rake and there's more the next day.
So the trees are half-naked with a few tiny green buds. It looks so awful. I hate white pines. They were planted by the builders and it's too expensive to get them cut down, since I live in a vacation paradise for the 1%, where everything is 4x what it costs somewhere else.
Why has my local PBS station picked up the horrible show "The Cafe"? It's sooo awful. An entire episode of some guy singing pop songs in a shop as a motley assortment of people dance around. I assume it is supposed to be heartwarming, but it's just bafflingly annoying.
I love "The Café" R141. That episode was lovely. It is a serial so you won't get much from one episode.
God, folk rock is so gross. I'm looking at you Lumineers.
I just watched the new Star Trek. On the way home, I picked up some cookies & cream frozen yogurt with crushed Oreo, caramel and chocolate sauce. I'm in a semi-coma on my bed with my dog cuddled up to me. I've got my viola next to me, occasionally plucking it a bit.
I wish Steve Zahn were my boyfriend. I wish, I wish.
I had a late lunch (really, my first meal of the day at 4pm... I've been really lazy today), but it was so big that here it is, ten hours later, and I'm still so uncomfortably full that I can't sleep.
My da is going to stay with me for a few days until they get the train mess straightened out. He's taking me and my sister out to dinner tonight and bringing lots of goodies from mam.
I posted an ad on craigslist to sublet my apartment at about 7:15 this morning and it's already buried on the 2nd page and I've gotten no responses. Should I delete it and repost it? What would be the best time of day to post it? Should I post it somewhere else?
Can't sleep. Watching Korean disaster and monster movies. Awesome. Someone bring some popcorn and a Coke Zero. Pretty please?
Woke up half an hour ago. I'm already a ball of stress and sick to my stomach about work. I have vague memories of a dream where everyone was on my case about all my work /due dates.
I just left the office about nine hours ago.
At this point, I think a new job is not only desired but necessary for my mental and physical health.
My 10 yr. old blind cocker spaniel is lost. He got loose late afternoon or early this evening while I was out. He got through a loose fence board that gave way. I live on a busy street too. I've been searching for him on foot and a friend helped looked in his car and I just listed him lost on CL. Fuck fuck fuck. It's dark now but I'm out to go look some more. This is what I get for leaving the kitchen door ajar.
Fluffy was found thank goodness. A rush hour motorist picked him up yesterday and I just got back. It turns out that Fluffy is two years older than I thought.