Weird

On my blogger profile it lists my field as accounting. That is hilarious. I'm not even allowed near a calculator.

It's been a snowy gross day.

In order to lift my spirits I went to starbucks. I ordered a Chai. You know what the lady fixed me? A venti warm milk. It was awful, and I didn't realize what happened until I was back in my office. Of course I'm too lazy to go all the way back downstairs, out into the cold, across the street, etc.

So I paid 4 bucks for a glass of warm milk.

Sure, any 70 year old with insomnia would be thrilled, but I was a little bit grossed out.
Warm milk. Yumm.

It's still snowing pretty steadily and the news keeps breaking in talking about the "snow watch". Good god people, it has only snowed like 3 inches. This is not a blizzard. It's embarassing to know that you live in a place so pressed for news and excitement that the stations have special slightly menacing sounding music to play when they give snow updates.
The weatherman is acting VERY serious.
Like this could be the end.

The sad part? Even if it snowed 3 feet I would still be expected at work.

Super Nanny Makes Me Feel Superior

The writers strike has really taken it's toll. For the love of god, please give the writers what they want. I miss scripted television. Sure, a lot of it's crap, but it has to be better than what's left.

Tonight it's two solid hours of Super Nanny. From what I'm hearing in the background, super nanny seems to be dealing with an over scheduled sociopath who spits on his sister without remorse. In twenty years he will probably be Patrick Bateman.
Every time I see this show advertised I think three things:
1) I'm glad I don't have kids yet. I think I need to start losing my hearing first. The screams of bratty children break glass and turn my soul to stone.
2) The people featured are idiots who shouldn't be allowed to have a pet rock. How do they allow these children to act like this?
3) The fact that I am sitting her smugly passing judgement on these people guarantees that a child like this is going to sit next to me on my next flight. Bet on it.

Thankfully, CBS has decided to bring big brother back in February. That ensures that if I am going to be forced to watch a reality train wreck it's going to be a good one.

Umm, hello??

I am obviously bad at this.
Really bad.
What to say about the last 6 months?? hmmm. It's been busy. Lots of work, lots of play.

I could try and write some sort of post to catch up on all of the boring details, but I won't.

The important stuff:
My latest starbucks alias is Bertha, I haven't had a cigarette in 6 weeks (ahh better living through chemistry), I am typing this on a brand spanking new computer as the old one randomly decided to shoot craps. The old hard drive is being punished for making me spend 1200 bucks by bouncing around in the trunk of my car. That will teach it! I keep secretly hoping some kind soul will be able to grab my photos and music from it for less than the 600 dollars I was quoted (I could blame the lack of blogging on that little hiccup, but it would be a lie).
My current form of amusement work:
I get to work much earlier than another person on my floor. I have started taking half of her bowl of hard candy before she comes in in the morning, and replacing it when she goes to lunch. She refills it every single morning and then is totally bemused when it's half gone the next morning, and REALLY amazed when it is doubly full after lunch. She really doesn't get it.

So I guess I'm back.

Don't judge me!

I went and checked out the second Gossip girls book at the library.

The librarian looked at it, looked at me, and kind of smirked.

She was totally judging. Or maybe I was just projecting my insecurities over reading Young Adult fiction, especially a series of books called "gossip girls".

I wanted to lean across the counter and scream at her that I have read almost every single (10 to go, I can't help it, I love reading in lists) fiction Pulitzer winner. But that would have been petty and dumb. And considering I was checking out a gossip girls book, and one called "The Manny", I seriously doubt she would have believed me.

So bite me librarian, they are fantastic summer reading.

My head is full of bubble gum

A few horrid confessions:

1) I find myself blasting Avril Lavignes song "Boyfriend" when I hear it on the radio (only with the windows rolled up.

2) I'm reading the "Gossip Girl" Books. Yeah, I know I'm about 10 years too old for them.

3) I watched the Victoria Beckham show on TV on monday. I actually like the way she claims everything is "major", but I would like it better if she weren't being serious.

BUT I'm STILL not as bad as the 35 year old woman who was talking about how excited she was for the spice girls reunion tour at saks the other day.
The summer heat is turning my brain to mush.

Soaking up the ac

I can't stop watching big brother. It's a sickness.

Early prediction: Jameka wins.

Although this probably means she will be kicked out next week.

The gift bag rocks

Apparently if someone puts shit in a neat little bag and tells me it's free, I think I've struck gold.

I went to the dentist last night. Now my teeth hurt, my gums are sore, and I'm probably going to end up getting my wisdom teeth yanked out of my skull in a few months. Somewhere along the line I lost a filing, so I get to go back in two weeks and get that filled. Fantastic.

At the end of it I got a little bag full of toothpaste, mouthwash, dental floss and a toothbrush. Little travel sizes of everything. What is it about travel size stuff that makes it so appealing? I have enough tiny shampoos and conditioners (which aren't enough to actually clean my hair), hairsprays (which I don't use) Sunscreens (maybe enough in each container for one leg), shaving cream (again, not very useful), hotel soaps (who actually uses those) to vacation around the world twice without ever worrying about purchasing more personal hygiene products.

I scoff at airplane bottles of liquor (who can have enough of those for a decent drink?) but anything else and I hoard it.

So despite the sore jaw, tender gums and aching teeth, I left thrilled.

I'm a sucker.

Just give in

I get an iced chai at Starbucks once a week. That's as often as I can justify the expenditure, considering I could make it at home for a fraction of the price. Yeah, just typing that made me feel cheap.
So when I leave, I always give a dollar to the homeless guy selling magazines. I figure if I can spend 4 bucks on a drink, I can certainly spare at least a buck.
I don't really care where the money goes. Maybe he drinks, or does drugs.
I don't really care. It's a buck.

Friday night around midnight I saw an entire family sitting on the side of the road next to a van with the hood up. Nobody was stopping. I made my boyfriend turn around, which he bitched about the entire time.

Apparently they were out of gas. I gave them five bucks.

After dropping off our friends we went back by. Twenty minutes later, the whole family is still sitting there, and the dad is still using the same story. I'm pretty sure my five bucks could have gotten them somewhere, at least far enough to get the van out of the road.

It pissed me off. Not because of the five bucks, but because it was midnight and they were using little kids to bait people into giving them money. Little kids who probably should have been sleeping, rather than sitting on the side of the road in 90 degree heat.

This evening in the parking lot of the grocery store some lady asked me for money so she could get bread and lunch meat. I didn't have any, and kind of wondered why she would need it if she could afford the cell phone clipped to her belt.

I guess the lesson is I don't care where the money goes, but I don't want it to be blatantly obvious that I'm being scammed. At least starbucks lets me listen to soothing music while the scam me.