My most recent excuse(s):
From the Internet.
My most recent excuse(s):
Before making my new pear friend, I travelled cross-state:
Where I attended a Jewish Ball:
Past 4 months in a nut shell.
Why I suck:
I have to learn how to eat like a civilized human being. Both my work computer keyboard and home laptop keyboard have food in between the keys. My keyboards are grossing me out. And there’s no way to clean them so I’ve started leaning either to my left or my right when I’m eating so the crumbs, sauce, oil, and other excess liquid fall onto the floor instead. Should I ever choose to do so, the floor is clean-upable.
2 of the professors I work for have made the suggestion that I go to the gym. I tell them, “Huffing and puffing after walking up the stairs is NORMAL at age 25-and-3-quarters!” They are ages 65 and beyond.
I am not embarrassed by this.
My brother has been yelling at me lately - both in person and via BBM. BBM was actually harsher than in person. I guess I’ve learned to block him out when I hear him scolding me, but I’m not used to seeing enraged exclamation points.
“Stop taking rides from strangers!!!”
“One of the more irresponsible things one can do!”
I BBMed him one too: “I didn’t!” [that particular time; but I didn’t tell him that]
My bro demands that I ask my generous ride-givers for their IDs before I allow them to follow through on their thoughtful offer. I honestly don’t get it though. Has taking rides from “strangers” always been considered morally wrong? I really thought my bro would be happy for me when I shared my awesome getting-free-rides news with him.
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At work today I was able to find something that I don’t think sucks about me. I seriously write breathtaking emails. Just take a look at the one I sent to a student not too many minutes ago.
Subject: we weren’t even busy!
(me and [professor’s name]) (when you stopped by)
We were watching a stand-up comedy act on YouTube. And you didn’t hear us
laughing because the comic was not hilarious.
If you get this now, come back – I have food!
The student had come by to say hello and all the professor and I did as acknowledgment was silently wave. So a follow-up breathtaking email was called for.
And I like using my keyboard and floor as dining tables; huffing and puffing in general; and taking things from strangers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Some of these exclamation points are enraged, some are not.) I like - no, love - me just the way I am! (not enraged)
Since I last posted about how I'm a bad person, I have spent a considerable amount of time self-reflecting. What I discovered through my self-reflection is that the space between my top lip and my nose is too much. There could be less of that space. But while I was looking in the mirror, I also came to the realization that I'm actually a deeply caring person. It looks like I'm just your typical goody two-shoes living an ordinary life.
I leave myself reminder notes on my nightstand so I'm reminded both
when I retire to bed for the night and when I rise in the morning.
I keep framed photographs of my loved ones in my bedroom so I never forget
that they are what's most important to me and that I'm doing this for them.
I don't have a baby per se, but I do have a baby bank. It's filled with pennies (approximately 700 of them, which is approximately 7 dollars! and a heavy baby!).
And, if I don't say so myself, in addition to being a dutiful money saver, I take
excellent care of my baby bank.