I hate washing dishes; it’s boring and it kills my skin. But I always feel a great sense of accomplishment after washing dishes rather than just throwing them in the dishwasher. And I understand that the presence of my dishwasher theoretically means that I don’t have to wash any dishes by hand, but some things just don’t do as well as others in the dishwasher. This doesn’t normally stop me from throwing everything in my dishwasher, but I feel guilty about doing so (both when I put a pot in the dishwasher and when I take it out and the outside looks all filmy and gross).
I guess the moral of the story is I did something I didn’t really want to do today and now I feel good about myself. Yay me!
(Side note: while I was typing “myself” autocorrect offered to change it to “NYSE.” Really? Autocorrect thinks NYSE is more common than myself? C’mon, Apple.)
It seems the moron whose name is similar to mine is once again unable to provide people with her (I’m assuming it’s a her) correct email address. If it sounds like I’m judging her, that’s because I am! I’ve started getting weird emails that are not for me again and it’s creepy.
Plus, the emails are from really weird organizations. It was bad enough when I was getting receipts for purchases I didn’t make. (By the by, neither retailer ever gave me a better answer than “hit the unsubscribe link in the email.” Bastards.) Now I’m getting emails about my expressed interest in volunteer opportunities in some city (I try not to read the emails because I don’t want to know too much about the moron), which would be fine if I’d ever expressed interest in volunteering there. And last night I got a message from some sort of Australian tax entity about an online query the moron made. And that tax thing just takes the cake. I mean, of all things not to triple-check your email address on, a foreign tax question!? Conceivably the moron needs the answer to the tax question.
It just occurred to me that I probably ended up on the NRA’s mailing list because the moron is some sort of gun nut. Actually, that would explain a bunch of weird mailing lists I’m on; either someone hates me (not inconceivable, but doubtful) or the moron is incapable of spelling her own Goddamn email address.
And it’s not just annoying and weird; it’s creepy. I mean, the tax thing especially made me wonder if someone stole my identity. (This is more upsetting because I have to wait, like, nine months until I can check my free annual credit reports again.) But I have to believe that no one would be dumb enough to steal my identity and then make sure I get weird emails to make me suspect identity theft. No one’s that dumb, right?
As if I needed extra stress on top my impending birthday and my lack of a job and my impending student loan payments ($600 a month – I am fucked). Yay!
I’ve developed a new skill, you guys. I’m ridiculously good at getting ice cream on my shirt. Like, you wouldn’t believe how good I am at getting ice cream on my shirt. It doesn’t matter if I’m eating an ice cream bar of some kind or if I’m eating it straight out of the container, either; ice cream will end up on my shirt.
Tonight’s lucky variety was Ben & Jerry’s Peanut Butter World. It was delicious but super frozen. Seriously. In addition to getting on my shirt the container was so cold that it turned my hands red. My left hand (which did most of the holding) looked like I’d spent five hours in the snow sans gloves. I had to run it under hot water for, like, 30 seconds to get rid of the numbness.
If only getting ice cream on my shirt were a marketable skill. If only.
It’s my blog’s second birthday today (but only for two more minutes).
Happy Birthday, Blog!
While watching the Phillies game I realized that, technically speaking, I was watching WPHL 17 in Philadelphia even though I was sitting in my living room in Tampa. That is so wild.
I realize that I watch almost all Phillies games on Philly TV channels, but for some reason the fact that it was PHL17 really stuck out to me. This is probably because I watched channel 17 all the time when I was growing up, but never watched CSN Philly (and not just because it didn’t exist).
I don’t know why I had this realization today, but I’m glad I did. It’s nice to remember just how awesome the world is every once in a while.
I forgot to mention this on Friday, but every time I watch the video for “Sweater Weather” I want a cigarette. This is strange because I was never much of a smoker to begin with and I rarely crave cigarettes. I can’t even remember the last time I smoked. It may have been when I went home for T-Bone’s wedding in 2009.
I always characterized myself as a social smoker. I’d tell people that I only smoke when I drink. And those things are true, which makes a random cigarette craving (brought on by a music video, of all things) all the weirder. And now I’m wondering if the cigarette craving had anything to do with the beer I bought at the festival yesterday. I don’t even like beer, but I was watching Kevin Devine & the Goddamn Band play the Corona stage and I wanted a Corona, dammit. I got a Bud Light instead and I actually kind of enjoyed it (which was nice since the thing was 11 bucks). At the very least it was cold and it wasn’t water and it gave me something to do while I waited for Bad Books to play.
This whole thing is very strange. At least I probably won’t buy cigarettes since they’re expensive and I don’t have a lighter. (I used to have an awesome lighter. It featured my astrological sign: cancer.) A smoking habit is the last thing I need.
Except, I mean, for the fact that it’s April and I’m still in Florida and I haven’t done a damn thing to find a job. And I’m stressed out by everything (down to and including my 300+ unread emails).
But whatever. The Phillies won their first game of the year (not swept) and the world seems brighter as a result.
Plus, the MLB Twitter account tweeted this link, which of course I clicked. A picture of ‘N Sync in Phillies jerseys; how could I not click it? I even learned things after I got over the impressive display of 90s hair (wow) and read the post. I didn’t know the Clearwater Threshers were the Clearwater Phillies as recently as 11 years ago. (Yes kids, 2002 was 11 years ago. And that’s the year I graduated from college. Gonna go stick my head in my oven.)
The Phillies beat the Braves and I saw a picture of baby Justin Timberlake in a Phillies jersey. All in all, I’d call that a pretty good day.