I am still computer-less. boo. I think I am unable to work efficiently until I get one. Or maybe it is the sunshine? The world will know when I get a computer and then I become more efficient, or things stay the same. Only time, and my psychic grandma will tell. Actually I do not have a psychic grandma. My grandma is your run of the mill grandma, with great stories and great chocolate chip cookies.
What I really wanted to type about today is my shiny light pen. One of the benefits of working in the promotional product industry is that a horde of useless crap crosses my desk every day, and sometimes the crap is FUN. And then I keep it and order 6 more for myself, oops, my friends--I order 6 more for my friends. I gave Abi a Nalgene, which she broke. I gave the 'rents a booklight and a savvy flashlight/alarm clock combo. I gave Liz a snazzy picnic cooler holder thingy with a place for wine AND a bottle opener, and plates and a cutting board for cheese. My favorite things to keep are the shiny things and the lighty things. I am like a child in that way. I had a magnetic button (think about that one) at my desk in the shape of a star that flashed lots of little lights and felt kind of strobe-y. I was in love with that one. Then the batteries ran out and I had to dispense of it. I have a pen that lights 6 different colors and the end kind of looks like a lava lamp. Call me Simple Shirley, but I can't get enough of it!
That said, can't really say much else about it. Not the most intriguing thought-provoking stuff, I know. If you like shiny things, holla!
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Monday, June 13, 2005
Shuddering pangs of envy/the curse of the computer
The main reason why I don't "post" (ooh, look at me, I'm so blog-savvy) that often is because I do not own a computer at home with internet access and have a hard time justifying the time spent with company hours. Or rather, I don't like looking over my shoulder trying to anticipate just when the boss-man, or mens, if you will, are going to sneak up behind me to see what kind of wonderful sales I am making with my company computer.....you know what I mean?
So I decided that there is no debt like credit card debt, when spent on a nifty new Dell, that is. But it broke. I had it for less than 48 hours. Let me take a minute to say, that if blame must be placed let it be placed on my roommate, her cheap-ness and a faulty power surge protector (that was hers) but in reality...it was just plain fricking bad luck.
Come to think of it...I have gone through 3 computers before this one...None of them worked for more than a couple months before getting stolen or breaking. In fairness, the first three were all used. I'm cursed.
In other news, I am experiencing shuddering pangs of envy. They all say, *they* being the illustrious few I call my friends, that if you go around wanting a boyfriend that it will never happen. Noted. Noted, and filed away right next to the belief that seven years bad luck WILL DEFINITELY ensue if I break a mirror. I don't want a boyfriend. Well I do. But only the right one and I haven't met him yet, I don't think. Anyway...the point being the envy and when I am feeling it--Every time one of my peers announces he or she recently became engaged. Not that I want to get married tomorrow. Just some day. And have kids. And I am sick of people making me feel there is something wrong with acknowledging this desire. I try not to think about it except in the aforementioned situation. Or when people I like get girlfriends. It is a reminder that there is still no one out there for me. Wah wah, right? No, shudder, is more like it....ok done. Just had to get that off my chest.
A single friend of mine has determined that not only WILL she stay single for the rest of her life, but that she prefers it. Another non-single friend fights with her man all the time and is always pondering if that is somehow a sign of dysfunction and asking herself and her friends if the relationship can and should last. She loves her man and doesn't know what to do. Relationships can be a headache. But consistent booty with a good friend just can't be beat. I believe in that, and I want it for myself..for many reasons, including the fact that the alternative hiring of handsome male hookers is not a safe, viable option.
Ok now I am done. I swear.
hmm....male hookers.....
So I decided that there is no debt like credit card debt, when spent on a nifty new Dell, that is. But it broke. I had it for less than 48 hours. Let me take a minute to say, that if blame must be placed let it be placed on my roommate, her cheap-ness and a faulty power surge protector (that was hers) but in reality...it was just plain fricking bad luck.
Come to think of it...I have gone through 3 computers before this one...None of them worked for more than a couple months before getting stolen or breaking. In fairness, the first three were all used. I'm cursed.
In other news, I am experiencing shuddering pangs of envy. They all say, *they* being the illustrious few I call my friends, that if you go around wanting a boyfriend that it will never happen. Noted. Noted, and filed away right next to the belief that seven years bad luck WILL DEFINITELY ensue if I break a mirror. I don't want a boyfriend. Well I do. But only the right one and I haven't met him yet, I don't think. Anyway...the point being the envy and when I am feeling it--Every time one of my peers announces he or she recently became engaged. Not that I want to get married tomorrow. Just some day. And have kids. And I am sick of people making me feel there is something wrong with acknowledging this desire. I try not to think about it except in the aforementioned situation. Or when people I like get girlfriends. It is a reminder that there is still no one out there for me. Wah wah, right? No, shudder, is more like it....ok done. Just had to get that off my chest.
A single friend of mine has determined that not only WILL she stay single for the rest of her life, but that she prefers it. Another non-single friend fights with her man all the time and is always pondering if that is somehow a sign of dysfunction and asking herself and her friends if the relationship can and should last. She loves her man and doesn't know what to do. Relationships can be a headache. But consistent booty with a good friend just can't be beat. I believe in that, and I want it for myself..for many reasons, including the fact that the alternative hiring of handsome male hookers is not a safe, viable option.
Ok now I am done. I swear.
hmm....male hookers.....
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
the membership
The coveted gym membership, the mark of every aspiring yuppie, eluded this totured soul for much too long when I decided, one year ago this week, to take the plunge.
(Originally this was me attempting to write something only remotely witty about joining the gym. I was in the process of ending one membership and beginning another but then, yoga winked at me and I was gone. Then summer came and volleyball came along and now I am two-timing with the best of them. I am still thinking about the ever-elusive gym membership. Sometimes at night I hear a whisper in my ear and I am tempted to call Bally's and sell them my soul. NOT YET. I am not ready yet. I will succomb soon, though. I feel it in my bones. My last membership was like a bad bad break-up, the kind one is tempted not to recover from, but my BP and body beg to be in shape and I have to listen...who am I to ignore my body, know what I'm saying?) Peace out.
(Originally this was me attempting to write something only remotely witty about joining the gym. I was in the process of ending one membership and beginning another but then, yoga winked at me and I was gone. Then summer came and volleyball came along and now I am two-timing with the best of them. I am still thinking about the ever-elusive gym membership. Sometimes at night I hear a whisper in my ear and I am tempted to call Bally's and sell them my soul. NOT YET. I am not ready yet. I will succomb soon, though. I feel it in my bones. My last membership was like a bad bad break-up, the kind one is tempted not to recover from, but my BP and body beg to be in shape and I have to listen...who am I to ignore my body, know what I'm saying?) Peace out.
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