bekindtostrangers: (Misc: Weight of the World)
You know, I've started this post half a dozen times. I just don't know what to say. I want to bitch and moan about my dad and how he keeps spending money I keep telling him we don't have and keeps putting his account into the red so I have to piece meal the shit out of my savings and have now spent around $300 on overdraft charges and there I got it off my chest.

Let's talk about happier things, shall we?

I work in Cubicleland. Gray cubicles (and floors and walls and ceiling) as far as the eye can see. We're rearranging/rebuilding some (most) of the cubes (except mine) on the floor to get ready for the sale that managers won't admit is going to happen probably this fall ( I mean, who paints a stairwell just because? Really?) and it's quite noisy and busy on the floor right now. I love how some of them are being rearranged - it's been needed for a long time - but, for example, I almost walked into one of the new cubes today. So, I'm awesome.

Change seems to be a recurring theme in my life right now. So, I think my bank account needs to change into having some money. See what I did there?

I splurged on a stack of trashy magazines today. God, I love magaznies. Bought Cosmo, Elle, InStyle and People. I always get Cosmo and a People, but I haven't read Elle or InStyle in eons, so I thought "hey why not." My best friend is abandoning me tomorrow and my boyfriend is abandoning me tomorrow, sooo I need something to do and this something shall be wear a beauty mask, eat unhealthy food and read trashy magazines. God, I'm so LA.

ETA: To show you the depths of my maturity, let me show you my eats today: breakfast broccoli (eesh I hate spelling that word) and carrots with spinach dip; dinner peanut butter cookie and iced tea; supper green pepper slices with a balsamic viniagrette, a third of a box of mac and cheese spirals and a handful of tortilla chips. RAWK. The theme today?: Lazy.

Sooooooo.

Nov. 19th, 2009 08:22 pm
bekindtostrangers: (HS: You Can't Stop the Beat)
NaNo. About that.

Work was a bitch today. There's no nice way to put it. She's a whore, and she deserves to be ridiculed. Work, I mean. Not the person I'm pissed at.

I was out for two and a half days this week. Scheduled vacation half Monday and Tuesday, and sick yesterday. We're not discussing yesterday, cuz, well. We're not.

Got nothing but shit from some people. I got nothing done today, or I feel like I didn't.

And there's no jeans tomorrow.

And that's about it.

So, hi.

Oct. 14th, 2009 05:02 pm
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The last post was just an annoyance post. This post is a "daily" post. And by daily, I mean once a season.

Whoops.

Okay, so, since I've been a lazy ass about posting, I should have a lot to cover, right? HA.

First, I would like to say, is there anything awesomer than Alton Brown live? Maybe Alton Brown and Ted Allen live, together on stage. I.E. foodgeek's wet dream.

Anyway.

Same old, same old.  I managed to sufficiently clog my kitchen sink, so, that was awesome. It's been super cold here the last couple of weeks (cold for this time of year,) and intelligently, the maintenance department at my work decided this week was the best week to turn the heat off for boiler changes. Lovely. So I've been sitting at my desk in the outer layer of my Columbia coat, a hoodie, gloves, scarf and blanket for legs all week. It's been way fun. /sarcasm

Also, my bestest Ashy is coming out to visit this weekend and I'm so excited I might literally burst. So if you come visit, look for the pile of goo.

Also, username change coming up.
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...because that's all I ever come here to do.

Moving on.

Okay. Maybe my idea of internet etiquette is misplaced, but let’s try this. I’ve been around these intertubes for near on 20 years (dear god, I’m old) and I’ve developed a few habits, and seen others develop the same habits, so I’m thinking I’m not wrong here.
 
This stems from an argument with the boy, so there might be much ridiculing of him in here. He’s aware.
 
Think of the interwebs as a giant room where lots of people mingle. Do you come into the room and wait for someone you know to acknowledge you? I don’t understand how this works. Do you expect your friends to be watching the door (i.e. their buddy list,) waiting for your arrival with baited breath? And if they never notice you standing at said door, you quietly leave without ever talking to them?
 
Why is the onus on your friend? They’re already here, they’re already partying. One would assume that they’re not waiting just to talk to you, so why would you assume they would notice as soon as you enter the room? Ignoring someone because you don’t want to interrupt is just rude, in my opinion, more rude than “interrupting” said person. Because unlike real life, you don’t actually physically interrupt someone.
 
And I have a friend who is an actual interrupter and some days it takes everything I have not to hit her in the head. Tangent: if you’re having a conversation with both, or more than two, people actively involved, that’s one thing and interrupting might be excused in that situation. But when I’m sitting here saying, “Yeah, I’ve been getting hives, I think I’m allergic to myself.” And you cut me off and say “ANYWAY, OUR BOSS IS REALLY HOT AMIRITE?” or whatever you were spewing = RUDE.
 
Just so you know.
 
Anyway.
 
When I sign into instant messenger, I talk to anywhere from 2 – 6 or 7 people, as well as have multiple browser windows and tabs, as well as my email, as well as twhirl or twitter.com, as well as Word. I’m a multi-tasker. I can do a lot and I can do it all at the same time.
 
To accomplish this, I must make a sacrifice. And that sacrifice is minimizing my buddy lists. Why? Because almost everyone I know IMs me when THEY sign on. If people are on when I sign on, then I IM them. I don’t expect them to know I’m there. I assume everyone minimizes like I do, because you DON’T need the buddy list open all the time.
 
So if you sign on and I don’t IM you, I’m not ignoring you. It does not mean I’m mad at you for being home late, K. It means I didn’t see you, pure and simple.
 
As far as I’m concerned, if we don’t talk, that onus is on you.
 
Never mind that you live here. This is the digital age, after all.
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I sort of suck at LJ. And blogging in general. Woot. Okay, I'll give it a try.

I am house sitting for my dad. He had to travel for work this weekend - our branch office is finally moving back into their office, and he's down there to help set up the networking. He has a puppeh (the best puppeh in the land) so I came up to his house for the weekend to spend time with the puppeh. I do not mind this, because of his awesomeness, except for when he's not awesome. But he mostly is, so it's alright.

He also has this thing about sleeping in the bed with me. Which will be interesting once TB gets up here tonight, but at least it's a king size bed? Pups is still sleeping on his legs, though. Damn it.

Anyway. I also had to bring my two PITAs because the one eats special food and he other has a neurotic complex, so he can't be left alone for long periods of time or I'm afraid he will have a depressive episode and choke himself to death on kibbles. On purpose. So, they're up here, too.

So, one of my dad's cats, who is actually my cat and lived with me for a short time, before he decided he just couldn't handle it anymore and had to go back to dad's (he told me so,) no longer recognizes Neurotic, even though they lived together for four years, but he has no problems with the orange one who he's only known for two years. Because that makes sense. So poor Neurotic, who I brought up here to keep calm, is now being terrorized by a cat who could quite literally sit on him and crush his lungs.

This is how interesting my life is. Do you see why I don't post?

Other than that, I have done nothing. I watched Ted Kennedy's funeral and I'm sure I'll watch the DC processional tonight. I was a fan of his, and I'm sad that he's gone, but glad he's no longer suffering. I am a supporter of the Kennedys, so it's always sad to hear of another tragedy striking them (as they always seem to do.)

I'll do laundry later, so my hang-up clothes have time to try. Otherwise, just a nice, relaxing weekend (knock on wood.)

The weather is gorgeous. Mid-seventies, blue skies. I wouldn't mind it to be cloudy and gray, but after the rain (and flooding) we got earlier this week, sunshine is good. It's almost fall like. If it gets into the low 40s tonight like it's supposed to, some of the leave might start to change.

Fall is my favorite. I'm very excited for fall. There's nothing about fall I don't love.

Also: we made the cover of the New York Times. 14 months later. Better late than never, I guess.

bekindtostrangers: (Zac: GQ)

So, I’m married to Zac Efron a certain early-20s nouveau célébrité who is very cute a very fine actor.

So, IMAGINE my surprise when my boyfriend (Zac my husband doesn’t know, shh) tried to insist that he’s ACTUALLY a person. Crazy, right?

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHAT IS THAT SMELL.

Okayyyy. Carrying on.

He was like, “Christ help me if the two of you are ever in a room together.” and I was like “Christ help him =D” and he was all “*facepalm*” and he was like “That would be cheating.” and I was like “No, cuz hes on my list.” and he’s like “List?” and I was like “Yeah. You know, the list. The celebrities I would sleep with and you would give me a carte blanche. Everyone has a list.” and then he starts thinking about who he would put on his list and he said the checker with the cute butt at Target and I said “REAL PEOPLE NOT ALLOWED.” and then he’s like “Celebrities are real people!” and I was like “Um, or not.” and he’s like “Dude, they’re human.” and i was like “UM, YOU THINK SO but in ACTUALITY, they are CELEBRITIES.” and he’s all “That doesn’t even make sense.” and then I was like “See? My point exactly.”

Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. Zac Efron is hot.

Updated: Dudes, I’m not even kidding,  something reeks out there.


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