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why poverty sucks ass (part 1)

A good friend had a baby a MONTH ago. I have the gift.  I literally cannot afford to mail it.

I can't pay my cable bill (fine, I only watch Yankees games and Mad Men anyway) but I do really like the internet.

so easily won over

I love, love, love these. They are the main thing stopping me from shaving all my hair off during this disgusting summer.

not cool

How do I not own this book? I'm confused.

reading list

ok, who here has read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and how strongly do you recommend it?

oh, hi

guess who is unemployed?

I'm not meant to work. God clearly intends for me to live a life of leisure, otherwise why would long-term employment elude me? It's pretty clear. And to be let go right as the summer begins? Amazing!

Unemployment of course (eh, probably) means a far cleaner apartment, a more interesting array of meals cooked, increased blogging and a need to adopt a hobby. Last time I tried knitting (truly hope Heather threw away that sad, little scarf by now. I think she moved to TX just so she'd have no further use for it).

I'm also now available for afternoon assignations.

the six month shit

it's like the seven year itch but for non-committal types. In other words; the guy and I are over. He did something shitty that I just couldn't move past. Not fuck-a-nazi-loving-skank-shitty but nevertheless. So if you know any interesting (not quirky interesting, interesting to talk to interesting) grown men you feel free to go ahead and let me know.

it was

my birthday. And you missed it. Shameful.

all I do

is blow my nose. Being perpetually sniffly is so damn boring.

wow

how stupid is Martha Coakley? And how much stupider does Obama look? Can this dude (never, ever) get behind a winner or what?

strange girl

this is what you miss while I'm not blogging;

last week as the guy and I were getting into bed:

Him: wow, you cleaned your blinds!

Me: sure did.

Him: what got you to do that?

Me: because, argh! I still can't find those earrings.

Him: and you thought they were hiding in the blind dust?

Me: well, they aren't anywhere else so far.

Him: I sleep with a strange girl.

He's catching on.