January 12th, 2010
Thank you Shop Rite for installing a shopping cart dispensing contraption (à la airport) that is not credit-card-friendly. Not only are the groceries ridiculously priced, but now I gotta pay a quarter for a cart? Are you fucking kidding me? Will you be charging for parking next? For bags? (or do we already pay for bags? i gotta check my receipt) I have enough trouble finding a quarter every time I encounter a meter, now I need change to do my groceries? Un-fucking-acceptable!
Why am I getting so bent out of shape over a quarter? Because since my transition into the real world (read: the beauty of direct deposit), I rarely carry cash, let alone change. I’m better off coming to the store with a tin cup and begging in the parking lot.
I’m assuming this moronic idea is an attempt to preventing shopping cart theft and reduce the number of cart-collecting kids they gotta have on staff. Twenty-five cents doesn’t seem much to pay for a cart if my intention is to take one home and I’m not walking all the way over there somewhere with my cart just for a quarter... I’m twenty-something and cute... I got places to go, people to see.
Though, having to pay for a cart has made me avoid using one altogether... leading me to use a basket and buy less food. Lost some weight because my fridge is always empty and saved me some money (which I get to spend on smaller jeans). Not sure how any of this is cost effective....
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August 10th, 2009
Throw enough shit against a wall, some will stick. Ladies, why are you trying to impersonate “shit”? Seriously. Think about it. Send out a search party for your self-esteem, as you seem to have misplaced it somewhere. It is a statistical impossibility that every girl on Facebook had a daddy that didn’t tell her she was beautiful and a mother that didn’t teach her how to be a “Lady”. Regardless of what the problem is, please take whatever steps necessary to fix it. I always said... figure out what you want, figure out how you’re going to get it, execute plan. It’s OK to not really know what you want in a guy, it’s OK to try to figure that part out... usually you will have a pretty clear picture of what you want after you realize what you don’t. Hell, it’s even OK to not want a guy, nothing wrong with remaining single and merely browsing through cock (you might even find one you like enough to suck for more than 15 seconds), I suppose. But whatever your purpose, you should make that clear (at the very least to yourself). Also, whatever method you choose in trying to fulfill said purpose (i.e. trying to find a boyfriend, dating, random sex, etc.) should not reek of desperation. It’s not cute. It’s pathetic. If you want to date, be a lady about it. If you just want to fuck the shit out of some cute guy you don’t know and would prefer to not know his name... do that, by all means... but do it with dignity. read more »
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January 9th, 2009
So I wandered over into the system properties of my iMac one day and realized that the idiot who bought me this computer got me a beautiful 20 inch display with a pathetic amount of RAM (curious if he didn’t know better or thought I wouldn’t know better), which most definitely explains why it’s taking Illustrator a minute and a half to load when I accidentally click it in hopes of getting to my adjacently docked iTunes library.
A few clicks, a few bucks and a few days later, the solution to my desktop’s lethargic demeanor is in a box on my doorstep (courtesy of crucial.com). Some random memory-installation-guide (courtesy of Google) is telling me that the installation process is a single step: slide memory into the only available slot. Great! Upon initial examination of machine, I note that all that stands before me and a faster Mafia Wars experience are 2 damn screws. Piece of cake. Steve Jobs is the MAN!
...but before I go shopping for a Thank You card to send to my friends at Apple, I grab my tools and attempt to find an appropriately shaped thingie to open this thing up. read more »
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September 26th, 2008
ATTN: Mailman
Please refrain from SHOVING any mail not addressed to me (aka mail addressed to “resident” or previous tenant, or whoever else) into the tiny-ass space my landlord deems “mailbox”. I don’t particularly care for the leaflet from the grocery store or the 17 pharmacies that are having a blowout on butterfingers... actually FUCK YOU! for putting those yummy butterfinger coupons in my mailbox... now I almost need to have one! Today I opened the mailbox to find it packed so tightly with crumpled mail, that I couldn’t get any of it out without the help of a boxcutter and fork. Below is a trash receptacle I purchased for mail addressed to “RESIDENT”... please deposit any letters/leaflets/packages so addressed in this bin.
Thanks
–Girl in Apt G
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September 23rd, 2008
As if there is not enough crap hanging off of wires in New York City 1, now there’s a dude hanging upside down in Central Park... oh wait, is this the same asshole who crammed himself in a glass box a few years ago? Indeed. His name is David Blaine and according to Wikipedia he is a “record-holding magician and endurance artist 2″... according to me he is the kid from my psych textbook’s Down’s Syndrome Chapter, all fucking grown up. His resume is pretty impressive (although I’m still trying to find the “magician” stuff). Within the last decade he has been buried alive, froze in a block of ice, stood atop a pole and drowned himself (quite successfully). I’m still not understanding how any of this is amusing and how he manages to make money. Also curious what are his health insurance premiums are like and who he is blowing to even have life insurance... which I’m fairly certain he’s got...
OK.... You’re a fucking wackjob. Got my attention. I’m curious.
Mysterious Stranger by David Blaine (autobiography, I presume) on order from half.com... read more »
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May 3rd, 2008
So this girl comes up to me today at this random gym I decided to work out at for the day with the kind greeting of “You fucked my boyfriend!” Bewildered, surprised and at a loss of words, the only thing I could mumble out was... “Ummm...... ok”. I decided to further investigate the issue before simply saying “Oops, he wasn’t labeled”...
She wouldn’t tell me her name, or the name of the boyfriend in question and from what I could tell, she had no clue what my name was.... but she absolutely KNEW that I was the girl that her Mr.Wonderful had done something with at some point in the past. As I mentally recited my entire sexual history, I made the mistake of asking her why she was still with the asshole if he had cheated on her (whether it was with me or not, was completely irrelevant). Unsure of the answer to my question, and without the slightest clue of what she had hoped to accomplish with this unanticipated encounter, she stormed away.... Weird....
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Mood : Amazed 