I don't have any friends. This is sad but true.
I don't want to be like Louie. I'm nothing like Louie. Louie doesn't like to do anything. I like to do everything.
23 yr old girl seeking friend. Must be able to hold a conversation and have time to spend with me. No mood swings, no out of towners. Boys need not apply.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Things I Do
1. clean bathroom (tub/shower, toilet, sink) weekly
2. take out trash
3. weekly laundry
4. vacuum weekly
5. hang up towels and bathmat
6. take cups from bathroom to kitchen almost daily
7. make lunches everyday
8. dust tv, tv stand, bookcase
9. make dinner a few times a week
Rain or shine, sickness and health, post operation while taking vicodin. So who cares if I sleep until 11am because I'm up til 2am plus another hour because I get up at 5 and can't fall back asleep. All I ask is that you hang the clothes up or put them away and straighten things up mid week. You may work more than I do but you sit around just as much as I do. We had an agreement that I'd take care of the bathroom and laundry if you took care of the room and hung the laundry up.
2. take out trash
3. weekly laundry
4. vacuum weekly
5. hang up towels and bathmat
6. take cups from bathroom to kitchen almost daily
7. make lunches everyday
8. dust tv, tv stand, bookcase
9. make dinner a few times a week
Rain or shine, sickness and health, post operation while taking vicodin. So who cares if I sleep until 11am because I'm up til 2am plus another hour because I get up at 5 and can't fall back asleep. All I ask is that you hang the clothes up or put them away and straighten things up mid week. You may work more than I do but you sit around just as much as I do. We had an agreement that I'd take care of the bathroom and laundry if you took care of the room and hung the laundry up.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
food for my tummy.
SO. i'm at the grocery store. alone. because boy doesn't want to go and get suckered into paying. which is good because i generally buy less items and we save a fortune. i should have known that everyone and their mother goes to the grocery shopping on sundays. or rather mother and everyone she knows. the aisles are filled with mom and dad and multiple kids. crying babies. what is this, walmart? and of course, kids have to push the cart. and of course, they steer it right down the middle of the aisle. you should have a separate license for steering a shopping cart. seriously.
ANYWAY, i finish up in twice the amount of time it should have taken me since everyone wanted to get in my way. i pick a checkout with hardly any people in it and wait for the belt to move so i can put my items on it. its moving slower than any checkout ever should. i decide to cut the bagger a break and place my items on the belt as neatly as possible. cans first, by size, boxed items, stacked into very small pyramids, milk, water, sandwich items, veggies, bread, soda. i eye the candy. impulse buys. resist!
the belt comes to a halt. what. happened.
"credit or debit?" the cashier asks the guy in front of me.
"credit," he replies.
"can i see your ID?" she asks.
"oh. i must have left it in my car. i'll be right back.
WHAT THE HECK. first of all, you brought your wallet in with your credit card in that, where do you keep your ID? secondly, you'll be right back? where did you park, in the fire lane?
what choice do i have but to wait? the guy comes running back in a whole ETERNITY later with his ID. he apologizes to the cashier for making her wait. EXCUSE ME, the cashier gets paid by the hour, you're wasting MY time, not hers. if i had purchased ice cream it would have been drippy by then.
its my turn to check out and the bagger has left so i am to bag and cart my own groceries. and there is not "return cart here" slot in the parking lot. i push my cart back to the front of the store and pass by two teenage girl cart attendants. no, thank YOU. and thank you Albertson's - you are no longer my store.
ANYWAY, i finish up in twice the amount of time it should have taken me since everyone wanted to get in my way. i pick a checkout with hardly any people in it and wait for the belt to move so i can put my items on it. its moving slower than any checkout ever should. i decide to cut the bagger a break and place my items on the belt as neatly as possible. cans first, by size, boxed items, stacked into very small pyramids, milk, water, sandwich items, veggies, bread, soda. i eye the candy. impulse buys. resist!
the belt comes to a halt. what. happened.
"credit or debit?" the cashier asks the guy in front of me.
"credit," he replies.
"can i see your ID?" she asks.
"oh. i must have left it in my car. i'll be right back.
WHAT THE HECK. first of all, you brought your wallet in with your credit card in that, where do you keep your ID? secondly, you'll be right back? where did you park, in the fire lane?
what choice do i have but to wait? the guy comes running back in a whole ETERNITY later with his ID. he apologizes to the cashier for making her wait. EXCUSE ME, the cashier gets paid by the hour, you're wasting MY time, not hers. if i had purchased ice cream it would have been drippy by then.
its my turn to check out and the bagger has left so i am to bag and cart my own groceries. and there is not "return cart here" slot in the parking lot. i push my cart back to the front of the store and pass by two teenage girl cart attendants. no, thank YOU. and thank you Albertson's - you are no longer my store.
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