Er...

Jeopardy had a category called

Let Me See Your "Lips"

Seriously. There were the Quote marks and everything.

sshhh...

This isn't mine, but I feel like it could be.

Diet Pepsi Jazz Caramel Cream

I gross myself out sometimes. This drink is an abomination. And I like it. I probably won't in a week. In a week I'll get vomity at the sheer thought of it's caramely goodness. But until then, it's probably all I'll want to drink.

Just a Little Ouchie

While at work today I accidentally tagged my finger onto a shirt. I was attempting to talk to a customer, and tag a shirt at the same time. Apparently, I'm a big fat liar in interviews when I claim I can multi-task.

Thankfully (and miraculously) the finger didn't bleed when I pulled that little plastic thing out. Somehow the customer never noticed my ordeal. Either I am a fascinating conversationalist, or stealthy. I'm hoping for stealthy.

The things we lose

On the SocialSatellite temp site that Andrew set up Mary left a journal entry bemoaning the loss of all her entries. It had really hit her all the memories she had lost. She joined the site right after she moved here to Chicago, so there were all of her observations on living life in the city, teaching on the southside, meeting her fiance, and stories of her southside students (Like the girl who had to bring her mom in to school for a meeting, but her mom was in jail, and she didn't want to tell her grandma so she didn't get her butt whooped so she paid a crack whore hanging on the corner $10 to come and pretend to be her mom. Or the kid who came on her Canada trip last summer who refused to use bathrooms and pooped his pants everyday instead.)

So this was my response to her. I feel the need to copy and paste because now I'm paranoid of everything I write disappearing into the abyss.

"I know hon. I know how you feel. Everything about getting my store ready, dating mitch, breaking up with mitch, going on the most horrendous dates (that make the best stories now), the guy with the hair plugs who bitched about his mother and said I was lucky I have straight teeth or he wouldn't have gone out with me, the cerebral palsy guy, the major twitch guy, the guy who slammed 6 beers in 30 minutes, the one who never stopped talking, the one who stopped talking to me when he realized I wasn't going to go home with him, the "I can't wait for my parents to meet you" guy, the "I have severe mental issues" guy, the guy with the missing/removable teeth, the guy who yelled at me after two weeks, the guy whose apartment I FLED when he tried touching my breast, all the other awful guys, then meeting mike, bitching about the stupid things mike said, dating him, falling in love with him, getting engaged to him, leaving rocky, coming back to rocky, going out last summer with Jason all the time, Meeting all the new people to the site, building relationships with them, all of their fantastic supportive, helpful and funny comments, the recorded memories of all of our get togethers, important Huge moments of my life, tiny inconsequential moments, embarrassing admissions, bearings of my soul, EVERYTHING. It's all gone. And I'm even more bitter because I must have been out of the room when the announcement was made. Or paying attention to something else entirely.''

Fried Chicken?

A customer just came in and returned a skirt. It smells like fried chicken. I am so grossed out right now.

TansAmerica

Mike and I watched TransAmerica last night.

Felicity Huffman was amazing. I forgot she is really a woman.

The costume designer did a fantastic job dressing her like a man dressing like a woman. They also made great use of shoulder pads to broaden her shoulders.

Overall I thought it was just great. I really cannot believe I waited so long to see it.

In completely unrelated news, I spent $40 on takeout last night. We didn't even eat half of it, and Mike's roommate was eating too. I've really got to learn to control my impulses.

I hate new blogs

I suppose I could have gone back to my journal at diaryland. But that journal was from a much younger me. A girl in a much different place in her life. So now that SocialSatellite disappeared I figured it was time for something new.