The post office worker rudely tells me to make sure write my address in English, even though I have been conversing with him in English only up to this point.
Makes me uncomfortable that he assumes my native language isn’t English just because I am brown-skinned. Also makes me feel sorry for the non-native English speakers who have to deal with him.
Am I the only one who never tell if someone is flirting with you or just being friendly?
Cause lately this has been a problem.
I’m just assume they’re being friendly…basically because I’m in the ‘who the hell would flirt with me’ state of mind these days.
Last time I thought a guy was flirting with me it turned out he was just really Christian. (I should have known - after all, he was working in the Divinity School library.)
Good News: We closed on our new house!
Bad News: We spent the whole day taping and painting, and will probably keep doing so for the next week.
Good News: I got an adorable dress from Bodyline and the bf even likes it.
Bad News: He thought the macarons in the print were cheeseburgers.
But I am an Old.
Sorry kiddos. My fat ass does not do skinny anything.
Skinny and straight jeans are actually more flattering on my fat ass. This is probably also because I am short, and the 500 extra yards of fabric that come with bootcuts and flares do nothing for me.
I think he now has to agree that it’s funnier than you would think, and stop shaming me over the fact that I saw it in theaters when it came out.
Kel was always my favorite.
Google + should have a circle for people who were your SO’s friends in college but whom you both now totally hate and don’t want to interact with but feel pressured to add because you have way to many friends in common.
All of this was ridiculously cheap. Of course, I’m sure the quality won’t be great, and the shipping is kind of outrageous, but … the cuteness! I can’t handle it.
Why can’t I just buy all of my clothes there?
Oh, right … I’m not even sure I’d fit any of them in the first place.
(ordered a cheap 3L shirt just to see.)
So, being the not-true HP fans we are (we’ve just seen the movies and I’ve read a couple of the books) the bf and I decided on a whim to go to the midnight showing. “Why not?” we thought, “there are tickets available and it’s at that shit theater near our house that’s always so empty.” We bought some tickets online, to pick up at will call, and decided to leave at 11:30, just to be safe.
Oh My Spaghetti Monster NO.
We roll up at 11:40, and there is a 5 person wide and 200 foot long line out into the parking lot. Not only that but there is not a single parking space to be found in the whole shopping center, which contains many other stores, including a whole Harris Teeter.
After driving around hopelessly for five minutes I tell the bf I’ll pay for the tickets if he’ll just drive us home.
And that’s how I wimped out from going to the midnight showing of DH II. Crowd anxiety.
3 cheerwine stuffed krispy kremes
2 pieces of toast slathered in butter
a giant bowl of homemade cheese vareniki
Sweet and Sour Tofu with Peppers and Broccoli.
Got back from visiting my parents in Cinci at 3pm this afternoon after a horrible crying-baby-tiny-commuter-plane flight. Came home to an apartment with no power due to power line repairs. First they said it would be back on by 8. Then 10.
The power just came on 5 minutes ago.
Just saw Big Freedia in Cinci! Fucking awesome show.
Grr … Apparently the tumblr bb app is not compatible with my model. I can post but nothing else. Pity me! I am so bored to death right now.
are in my oven right now. The recipe is from Veganomicon, however, I replaced the original blueberries with raspberries. The batter tastes amazzzzzing. I almost never cook (intentionally) vegan any more, but if these turn out as well as I think they will I am going to have to explore that cookbook a bit more.
It is going to be really hard to not eat them before they are delivered to the intended recipient.