nevermind.
after all this time, the family pet is dead. my sons are doing well. one is in college and the other is finishing up high school. he's going to go to rutgers university on a 30k scholarship. i have hopes that he'll do well as a linguist and the other will change the world.
i know you care about this because never once throughout the years have i doubted that you're still alive somewhere. i won't believe you're dead until the army locates, uncovers, and identifies your body.
i've always known you're alive and i never doubted it for a moment. i know you're doing well somewhere out there and i hope you'll come home someday.
but for now i
i
i finally must move on
i must
let go and finally get on with my life.
there is nothing more that I want in any world than for you to be happy. i'm sorry if this decision that i've made causes you sadness, but it will all pass, i promise. i do. and, if you never smile again, then i know it’s my fault, and that gives me all the more reason to hate myself.
i'm tired now. so, this is where i end my letter. goodbye, meg. i love you, and i want you to always remember that.
oh, and meg,
smile.
after all this time, the family pet is dead. my sons are doing well. one is in college and the other is finishing up high school. he's going to go to rutgers university on a 30k scholarship. i have hopes that he'll do well as a linguist and the other will change the world.
i know you care about this because never once throughout the years have i doubted that you're still alive somewhere. i won't believe you're dead until the army locates, uncovers, and identifies your body.
i've always known you're alive and i never doubted it for a moment. i know you're doing well somewhere out there and i hope you'll come home someday.
but for now i
i
i finally must move on
i must
let go and finally get on with my life.
there is nothing more that I want in any world than for you to be happy. i'm sorry if this decision that i've made causes you sadness, but it will all pass, i promise. i do. and, if you never smile again, then i know it’s my fault, and that gives me all the more reason to hate myself.
i'm tired now. so, this is where i end my letter. goodbye, meg. i love you, and i want you to always remember that.
oh, and meg,
smile.
today i-95 was a parking lot so i decided to tour the ghetto since it's raining and i didn't think i'd get carjacked in a downpour. i was correct.
i saw some pretty interesting things, including a guy who looked homeless who was hunched over himself and was probably injecting something or other, but the most interesting thing was a laundromat.
picture 6-foot tall fencing -- the kind of fencing you have around pools, except it's been standing there for roughly 20 years so it's falling apart. after that, imagine boards all along the top acting in lieu of a roof. there's only one opening into this dark cave hole, but probably duct-taped around the boards (i couldn't see very well) to the boards is a neon sign that says "open." at the mouth of the shanty cave, i just barely get a peek of rows and rows and rows of washers and dryers.
i was really impressed.
jacksonville is going to have to work hard to top that laundromat.
i saw some pretty interesting things, including a guy who looked homeless who was hunched over himself and was probably injecting something or other, but the most interesting thing was a laundromat.
picture 6-foot tall fencing -- the kind of fencing you have around pools, except it's been standing there for roughly 20 years so it's falling apart. after that, imagine boards all along the top acting in lieu of a roof. there's only one opening into this dark cave hole, but probably duct-taped around the boards (i couldn't see very well) to the boards is a neon sign that says "open." at the mouth of the shanty cave, i just barely get a peek of rows and rows and rows of washers and dryers.
i was really impressed.
jacksonville is going to have to work hard to top that laundromat.
oh good
another cold
i was wondering why i was sleeping pretty much every second i'm not at work this entire week
another cold
i was wondering why i was sleeping pretty much every second i'm not at work this entire week
ok finally purchased tickets for new york. NEXT UP-
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sister, how do you feel about July 1st to the 6th. just shy of a week and doesn't give you enough time to get sick of me, which i promise you will.
you've known me 12 years BUT YOU KNOW NOTHING
sister, how do you feel about July 1st to the 6th. just shy of a week and doesn't give you enough time to get sick of me, which i promise you will.you've known me 12 years BUT YOU KNOW NOTHING
this e-mail appeared in my inbox this morning.
THANKS FOR SHARING.
She started using "cheese you" after I told her appending "love you" to every message was cheesy.
I was going to email you yesterday but my computer was being retarded.
Cheese you,
Mom
THANKS FOR SHARING.
She started using "cheese you" after I told her appending "love you" to every message was cheesy.
today was a needy-rep day. one of the reps noticed this, walked up to me, and said "Hey, Erin, I don't mean to bother you but..."
and when i turned around to ask him what was the matter, he said "well it's WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
i stared, shocked, and then i started laughing because i finally got it.
the thing that gets me about it is he's old enough to be my grandfather.
and when i turned around to ask him what was the matter, he said "well it's WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
i stared, shocked, and then i started laughing because i finally got it.
the thing that gets me about it is he's old enough to be my grandfather.
i woke up at 5am to get other things i needed to get done out of the way. i also went to bed at 1:30am. somehow, it's ten minutes before i have to leave and i'm WIDE AWAKE AND READY!!!
i remember when people used to doubt if i could wake up in time for work given my sleep schedule. JOKE'S ON THEM, I'M ACTUALLY DEDICATED and can wake up for a solid commitment.
i'm thinking of college again
i'm still thinking of a BA in psychology and an english minor, but i'm still wondering how to justify this. i also think it would suck to do school full time and work full time, but i think at this point in my life i could do it, so i'd better hurry up and decide what i'm going for.
evna i'm wearing that ugly ring i plan on giving to you and THINKING OF U ugly ring in question, which isn't really ugly so much as too gaudy for me to wear much but anna likes it and she's the first one who said she'd want it so it's hers
i remember when people used to doubt if i could wake up in time for work given my sleep schedule. JOKE'S ON THEM, I'M ACTUALLY DEDICATED and can wake up for a solid commitment.
i'm thinking of college again
i'm still thinking of a BA in psychology and an english minor, but i'm still wondering how to justify this. i also think it would suck to do school full time and work full time, but i think at this point in my life i could do it, so i'd better hurry up and decide what i'm going for.
evna i'm wearing that ugly ring i plan on giving to you and THINKING OF U ugly ring in question, which isn't really ugly so much as too gaudy for me to wear much but anna likes it and she's the first one who said she'd want it so it's hers
Because yabureta tagged me and I won't say "no" to her.
► Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about him or herself.
► Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
►At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. NO TAGS SORRY :(
1 → If you leave things like popsicle sticks, tooth picks, or any flimsy wood around me for at least an hour, I will bite it apart and leave little slivers all over.
2 → In the same vein as the thing above: I carry things in my mouth constantly. I also won't give people my car keys because the clicker is very frequently in my mouth. It's gotten to the point where I open, close, lock, and pop the trunk with my canines and/or tongue because my hands are very frequently full when going to the car or leaving it.
3 → I can't wear jewelry for longer than half a day. I've tried to wear practically every type of metal except platinum. Everything I wear for too long makes my skin break out into red rash in that area. When I was really young, I aggressively wore a ring that a boy gave me even though it tore my finger apart. I had an ugly oozy ring sore around my finger for weeks. That's when I learned I should only wear rings sometimes.
4 → When I say I don't want to date, I'm being honest. I have no interest in dating. I have had several opportunities to date since I've been in Florida and endless ones in Wisconsin. I just don't want to do it. I've gotten over the intimacy part. I don't think it's the fear of intimacy that's getting me more than "I don't want to have to adjust my way of life for anyone." I'm too selfish and unwilling to compromise at this point in my life.
5 → If anyone ever threatens me with an "or else!" scenario, I'll never behave the way they expected me to behave. I may say something to the effect of "haha or else what? What would you do? Talk badly about me?" or generally be childish. If it's someone I like, I'll probably say something like "I didn't think you were the type to say something so silly" and still make my opinion on it known without being as offensive.
These days, I make friends with people who say "Please don't tell anyone else," which goes over much better and those are things that are guaranteed not to get out of me.
6 → I take part in more charity events and donate more money to charity than I care to mention. Nobody will ever know how much I actually participate in that kind of stuff while they call me selfish and tell me I'm a horrible person, and I'm happy with that.
7 → The world goes easy on girls if you'll acknowledge it for what it is and take advantage of it, especially if a girl has long hair. Most people have too much pride because it's "disgusting" or "they shouldn't be like that" or some other complaint that generally falls against people not treating women equally. They shouldn't do what they do. I'll agree there, but the truth is I have absolutely no problem exploiting people who fall into the trap of treating girls like they're precious gems or incapable of doing something just because they're girls. If they're sexist like that, I'm just enough of an asshole to get what I want out of that kind of person.
8 → I like compliments and I love to give them. My day isn't complete if I don't compliment somebody; I give them liberally and never lie about them. If it's a compliment from me, it's always something I genuinely like about you, a piece you've written, or a thing you've drawn. I always target what I like the most.
I've heard complimenting people so frequently (especially pretty girls) makes me a lesbian who hits on girls and I shouldn't do that because it makes the girls awkward and uncomfortable. If anything, since then, I've started to do it even more since girly girls in general love compliments and it's a rare few who actually, genuinely don't.
yabureta tagged me and I won't say "no" to her.► Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about him or herself.
► Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
►
1 → If you leave things like popsicle sticks, tooth picks, or any flimsy wood around me for at least an hour, I will bite it apart and leave little slivers all over.
2 → In the same vein as the thing above: I carry things in my mouth constantly. I also won't give people my car keys because the clicker is very frequently in my mouth. It's gotten to the point where I open, close, lock, and pop the trunk with my canines and/or tongue because my hands are very frequently full when going to the car or leaving it.
3 → I can't wear jewelry for longer than half a day. I've tried to wear practically every type of metal except platinum. Everything I wear for too long makes my skin break out into red rash in that area. When I was really young, I aggressively wore a ring that a boy gave me even though it tore my finger apart. I had an ugly oozy ring sore around my finger for weeks. That's when I learned I should only wear rings sometimes.
4 → When I say I don't want to date, I'm being honest. I have no interest in dating. I have had several opportunities to date since I've been in Florida and endless ones in Wisconsin. I just don't want to do it. I've gotten over the intimacy part. I don't think it's the fear of intimacy that's getting me more than "I don't want to have to adjust my way of life for anyone." I'm too selfish and unwilling to compromise at this point in my life.
5 → If anyone ever threatens me with an "or else!" scenario, I'll never behave the way they expected me to behave. I may say something to the effect of "haha or else what? What would you do? Talk badly about me?" or generally be childish. If it's someone I like, I'll probably say something like "I didn't think you were the type to say something so silly" and still make my opinion on it known without being as offensive.
These days, I make friends with people who say "Please don't tell anyone else," which goes over much better and those are things that are guaranteed not to get out of me.
6 → I take part in more charity events and donate more money to charity than I care to mention. Nobody will ever know how much I actually participate in that kind of stuff while they call me selfish and tell me I'm a horrible person, and I'm happy with that.
7 → The world goes easy on girls if you'll acknowledge it for what it is and take advantage of it, especially if a girl has long hair. Most people have too much pride because it's "disgusting" or "they shouldn't be like that" or some other complaint that generally falls against people not treating women equally. They shouldn't do what they do. I'll agree there, but the truth is I have absolutely no problem exploiting people who fall into the trap of treating girls like they're precious gems or incapable of doing something just because they're girls. If they're sexist like that, I'm just enough of an asshole to get what I want out of that kind of person.
8 → I like compliments and I love to give them. My day isn't complete if I don't compliment somebody; I give them liberally and never lie about them. If it's a compliment from me, it's always something I genuinely like about you, a piece you've written, or a thing you've drawn. I always target what I like the most.
I've heard complimenting people so frequently (especially pretty girls) makes me a lesbian who hits on girls and I shouldn't do that because it makes the girls awkward and uncomfortable. If anything, since then, I've started to do it even more since girly girls in general love compliments and it's a rare few who actually, genuinely don't.
I'm starting to notice a lot of popular clichés at work. I hate "dropped the ball." I mean, I really hate "dropped the ball."
Maybe it's because when I "drop the ball" I never actually just drop it -- I crack windows and dent cars; I relentlessly shatter breakables and heirlooms and expensive vases.
What's worse is that thing called "personal accountability," so I buy what I break and get stiffed so I end up having to pay more than the normal price, too.
Maybe it's because when I "drop the ball" I never actually just drop it -- I crack windows and dent cars; I relentlessly shatter breakables and heirlooms and expensive vases.
What's worse is that thing called "personal accountability," so I buy what I break and get stiffed so I end up having to pay more than the normal price, too.
I WAS RIGHT I'M PSYCHIC
SOMETHING ELSE DID HAPPEN TO THE CAR THE NEXT TIME I DROVE IT only it wasn't the accelerator.
i'm kind of happy with my personality. instead of being completely enraged that i was rear-ended and had the guy pull a hit-and-run, the only thing i feel is "well, his was a nice car, so at least i know he's sorrier than i am because i hate this piece of shit."
my neck, right shoulder, and back hurts but really nothing to cry about.
jesus christ this week is off to a fantastic start. WHAT ELSE CAR-RELATED CAN GO WRONG???
edit: there are like only three people who aren't telling me to be angry over this. why be angry? being angry isn't going to tell me who hit my car or get anywhere.
SOMETHING ELSE DID HAPPEN TO THE CAR THE NEXT TIME I DROVE IT only it wasn't the accelerator.
i'm kind of happy with my personality. instead of being completely enraged that i was rear-ended and had the guy pull a hit-and-run, the only thing i feel is "well, his was a nice car, so at least i know he's sorrier than i am because i hate this piece of shit."
my neck, right shoulder, and back hurts but really nothing to cry about.
jesus christ this week is off to a fantastic start. WHAT ELSE CAR-RELATED CAN GO WRONG???
edit: there are like only three people who aren't telling me to be angry over this. why be angry? being angry isn't going to tell me who hit my car or get anywhere.
here is my day in bullet form:
* wake up feeling sick
* go to work feeling sick thinking it will go away
* feel like throwing up so go home at lunch.
* come home
* lay around sickly
* decide to take comcast equipment found yesterday back to comcast
* get into car
* drive in the general direction of comcast drop location
* get lost in the ghetto
* come back home and look at directions
* get irritated because because i wasn't that far away when i got turned around and lost
* for some reason, even though i am lazy and also feeling sick as hell, decide to go back
* finally find place and drop equipment off
* go out to the car which initially locked with the clicker and suddenly be unable to open the car with the clicker.
* wonder why car is not unlocking with the clicker
* open car manually
* sit in car and wonder why there is nothing what-so-ever going on when i put the key in the ignition. i can turn it the whole way, but nothing comes of it.
* realize my battery is dead and/or the ghetto wanted to steal something while i was in the comcast place
* call friend
* make negative comments about how i should have let that little fucker who tried to jack my car back in april take it instead of shoving him out because THIS CAR IS MORE TROUBLE THAN IT IS WORTH AND I BET IF IT WAS STOLEN THE INSURANCE WOULD GIVE ME MORE FOR IT. friend laughs and responds "well, you didn't know back then."
* friend's boyfriend comes out and reads battery at 2 volts and is really impressed because he's never seen anything suck that much. jump start car, follow friend's boyfriend to the nearest auto place
* car battery shows no sign of anything wrong when read by auto place
* decide to buy a new battery anyway because getting a new one is a good idea after that
* upon removing old battery, discover it is puffing out in strange places and looks like it will probably explode soon, complete with battery acid all over the bottom
* stare in silent horror while friend's boyfriend pretty much does the same thing
* ask how probable it is that this car will explode in a fiery death trap on the way home and ask about the accelerator and be asked "why, do you think something is wrong with it?" and respond "no i'm just pretty sure that's next."
* be told saturns are reliable cars for the 34958394th time and sigh a long-suffering sigh in defeat and also shame
* don't care that i am being too much myself and looking like i got punched in the eyes
* completely not understand when service guy is talking because i felt so nauseated and out of it, responding politely to please forgive me because i'm about as lively as my old car battery and my brains are probably leaking down my neck and he just can't see it because it's covered by my hair
* acquire knowledge on how to remove battery, change air filter, and other things i will not have to pay anyone else to do ever again.
i'm glad this happened before it actually did blow up on me but i just wish it would have waited until a day where i wasn't sick.
now it's 5:53pm and i can't take a nap >:( i'll be up all night if i do
edit: as of 6:15 i retcon the above decision goodnight internet here's to hoping a light fixture won't fall on me before i wake up
* wake up feeling sick
* go to work feeling sick thinking it will go away
* feel like throwing up so go home at lunch.
* come home
* lay around sickly
* decide to take comcast equipment found yesterday back to comcast
* get into car
* drive in the general direction of comcast drop location
* get lost in the ghetto
* come back home and look at directions
* get irritated because because i wasn't that far away when i got turned around and lost
* for some reason, even though i am lazy and also feeling sick as hell, decide to go back
* finally find place and drop equipment off
* go out to the car which initially locked with the clicker and suddenly be unable to open the car with the clicker.
* wonder why car is not unlocking with the clicker
* open car manually
* sit in car and wonder why there is nothing what-so-ever going on when i put the key in the ignition. i can turn it the whole way, but nothing comes of it.
* realize my battery is dead and/or the ghetto wanted to steal something while i was in the comcast place
* call friend
* make negative comments about how i should have let that little fucker who tried to jack my car back in april take it instead of shoving him out because THIS CAR IS MORE TROUBLE THAN IT IS WORTH AND I BET IF IT WAS STOLEN THE INSURANCE WOULD GIVE ME MORE FOR IT. friend laughs and responds "well, you didn't know back then."
* friend's boyfriend comes out and reads battery at 2 volts and is really impressed because he's never seen anything suck that much. jump start car, follow friend's boyfriend to the nearest auto place
* car battery shows no sign of anything wrong when read by auto place
* decide to buy a new battery anyway because getting a new one is a good idea after that
* upon removing old battery, discover it is puffing out in strange places and looks like it will probably explode soon, complete with battery acid all over the bottom
* stare in silent horror while friend's boyfriend pretty much does the same thing
* ask how probable it is that this car will explode in a fiery death trap on the way home and ask about the accelerator and be asked "why, do you think something is wrong with it?" and respond "no i'm just pretty sure that's next."
* be told saturns are reliable cars for the 34958394th time and sigh a long-suffering sigh in defeat and also shame
* don't care that i am being too much myself and looking like i got punched in the eyes
* completely not understand when service guy is talking because i felt so nauseated and out of it, responding politely to please forgive me because i'm about as lively as my old car battery and my brains are probably leaking down my neck and he just can't see it because it's covered by my hair
* acquire knowledge on how to remove battery, change air filter, and other things i will not have to pay anyone else to do ever again.
i'm glad this happened before it actually did blow up on me but i just wish it would have waited until a day where i wasn't sick.
now it's 5:53pm and i can't take a nap >:( i'll be up all night if i do
edit: as of 6:15 i retcon the above decision goodnight internet here's to hoping a light fixture won't fall on me before i wake up
my roommate just dropped half of the room in her coffee in rapid succession from bracelets to electronics to pieces of plastic
i should probably stop laughing so hard since i'm making a bad situation worse but i can't help it
additionally it's really nice to live in a place where people say "thank you" when you do something simple instead of bitching "THAT'S SO SIMPLE WHY DO YOU THINK WE SHOULD SAY ANYTHING NICE TO YOU ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!"
i should probably stop laughing so hard since i'm making a bad situation worse but i can't help it
additionally it's really nice to live in a place where people say "thank you" when you do something simple instead of bitching "THAT'S SO SIMPLE WHY DO YOU THINK WE SHOULD SAY ANYTHING NICE TO YOU ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!"
kanna and ahvia WHEN DID YOU SAY WOULD BE GOOD TO VISIT AGAIN?also
sister figure a month that will be decent for you; my work is lenient and i'll be able to take time during any part of the year that i want.i'm totally skimping you guys on the amount of days i'll be there, though, because i'm going home for a couple of days in february and also october.
my brother and mom are important to me now that they're far away, ok :'y HORRIBLE HOW THAT WORKS.
i'm so antsy and bored at work today i took an early lunch and came home to complain about it. it's not like i don't have things to do -- i do, it's just they're so boring and I'M BORED
everyone i've seen it happen to is generally pretty horrified and upset, but i like getting stuck in the elevators at work because it's a 10-15 minute break during which i don't feel obligated to do anything except be trapped. inevitably, people ask "WHAT'S YOUR METHOD, HOW DO YOU GET OUT, WHY DON'T YOU PANIC I WOULD BE FREAKING OUT"
my method is very relaxing and simple: i call the emergency people, hit things, hit the emergency bell, and generally be obnoxious to every floor while the elevator goes up and down and never opens because i figure if i'm trapped i might as well make noise and get away with it. i described my process earlier to coworkers as "bell. bell. bell. bellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
they laughed but i'm being honest. eventually doing that lets me out a lot sooner than it takes the emergency people to actually arrive, fix it, and get me out. i've never actually had any of them arrive in time to rescue me.
because it takes forever for them to actually come out and fix them, i leave notes. today's read "please don't be fooled by its pretenses: this elevator opens and looks like it works but this is a dirty trick. it will probably try to trap you" and i signed it "- sad and trapped in the elevator for the 3rd time in 3 months and wondering if this is a personal vendetta because it seems to happen to no one else so frequently"
SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME TODAY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS
oh my god i'm bored
help
edit: this really is a time where i like want to do something awful to my appearance and go back to work looking awful because at least then i'd be a walking conversational piece and then I WOULD NOT BE SO BORED BECAUSE THEN I COULD TALK ABOUT IT
TIME TO GO BACK TO BEING BORED AT WORK BYE
everyone i've seen it happen to is generally pretty horrified and upset, but i like getting stuck in the elevators at work because it's a 10-15 minute break during which i don't feel obligated to do anything except be trapped. inevitably, people ask "WHAT'S YOUR METHOD, HOW DO YOU GET OUT, WHY DON'T YOU PANIC I WOULD BE FREAKING OUT"
my method is very relaxing and simple: i call the emergency people, hit things, hit the emergency bell, and generally be obnoxious to every floor while the elevator goes up and down and never opens because i figure if i'm trapped i might as well make noise and get away with it. i described my process earlier to coworkers as "bell. bell. bell. bellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
they laughed but i'm being honest. eventually doing that lets me out a lot sooner than it takes the emergency people to actually arrive, fix it, and get me out. i've never actually had any of them arrive in time to rescue me.
because it takes forever for them to actually come out and fix them, i leave notes. today's read "please don't be fooled by its pretenses: this elevator opens and looks like it works but this is a dirty trick. it will probably try to trap you" and i signed it "- sad and trapped in the elevator for the 3rd time in 3 months and wondering if this is a personal vendetta because it seems to happen to no one else so frequently"
SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME TODAY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS
oh my god i'm bored
help
edit: this really is a time where i like want to do something awful to my appearance and go back to work looking awful because at least then i'd be a walking conversational piece and then I WOULD NOT BE SO BORED BECAUSE THEN I COULD TALK ABOUT IT
TIME TO GO BACK TO BEING BORED AT WORK BYE
lkjlkjskldjfkldf
vanity_no_fair: ME GUSTA-
vanity_no_fair: Me gusta-
vanity_no_fair: Me gusta?
vanity_no_fair: Me gusta...
(repeat for about one whole minute)
kofi: ..........what are you DOING.
vanity_no_fair: HUH???
kofi: :((((( What are you trying to say.
vanity_no_fair: (silence)
vanity_no_fair: AHAHAHAHA :((( I think I was trying to figure out what word to use after that in spanish and didn't realize I was repeating the same thing over and over again!!
vanity_no_fair: ME GUSTA-vanity_no_fair: Me gusta-vanity_no_fair: Me gusta?vanity_no_fair: Me gusta...(repeat for about one whole minute)
kofi: ..........what are you DOING.vanity_no_fair: HUH???kofi: :((((( What are you trying to say.vanity_no_fair: (silence)vanity_no_fair: AHAHAHAHA :((( I think I was trying to figure out what word to use after that in spanish and didn't realize I was repeating the same thing over and over again!!dfg
i'm eating a sandwich right now and typing with one hand. that's why none of my sentences start with a capital letter. Okay, I'm done with my sandwich.thanks for the email mom
an e-mail from family for christmas:
for the record, my mom is about 5'4" and weighs roughly 120lbs.
Okay we thought the bathrobe your dad bought me that year for Christmas was bad, remember it was a size XXL. You should see what he bought this year. It's a black and white glass cow with a clock in it. A little cow clock. I've got to take a picture of it to show you. It's so pathetic. I feel sorry for the little cow so I kinda like it.
for the record, my mom is about 5'4" and weighs roughly 120lbs.
i've amassed roughly $130+ in both money and gifts from coworkers. i feel like kind of a huge prick because i was unable to afford anything this year, but i think i'll get late gifts or at least late cards.
at work they have me work with a rep from WI. as a result, i end up calling his WI clients. the WI clients are instantly friendly, personable, and sweet as soon as they find out i'm from WI and start talking about the packers, snowmobiling, and hunting.
the woman today had a bear hunting story while she was rummaging through her files looking for the VERY-IMPORTANT-INFORMATION-YOU-WILL-PROB
also i'm kind of amazed my bank in WI is a lot more helpful and understanding than my bank in FL. i was having a card crisis today and they fixed it in twenty minutes. here, it took the bank weeks to straighten out my card mess when i had one AND THEY'RE LOCAL AND I MADE A PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
i should probably consider getting a new bank.
at work they have me work with a rep from WI. as a result, i end up calling his WI clients. the WI clients are instantly friendly, personable, and sweet as soon as they find out i'm from WI and start talking about the packers, snowmobiling, and hunting.
the woman today had a bear hunting story while she was rummaging through her files looking for the VERY-IMPORTANT-INFORMATION-YOU-WILL-PROB
also i'm kind of amazed my bank in WI is a lot more helpful and understanding than my bank in FL. i was having a card crisis today and they fixed it in twenty minutes. here, it took the bank weeks to straighten out my card mess when i had one AND THEY'RE LOCAL AND I MADE A PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
i should probably consider getting a new bank.
although it fucking sucks, it is kind of nice to be able to afford crucial car repairs (engine died spontaneously in heavy traffic before; it overheated on the highway and nearly overheats in heavy traffic; internal belts are breaking and some other things they told me that i can't remember) + car insurance + assorted bills + a month's worth of rent in two places and still not be scraping the bottom of the barrel -- and finally it is all self-earned money.
i am in awe. i didn't think i could ever do it.
hopefully this lasts approximately forever
i am in awe. i didn't think i could ever do it.
hopefully this lasts approximately forever