| tonight, tonight |
[Nov. 4th, 2005|02:32 pm] |
This is just an update to shut my blog up. It screams when I neglect it.
I started the weekend early last night and already had a martini, but that's not going to cut into tonight's allotment.
No siree, Bob. |
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| ain't work a bitch? |
[Oct. 28th, 2005|03:47 pm] |
3:47 p.m. I surrender.
Bravo, Friday, October 28, 2005. You have kicked my ass.
There's a reason why God invented martinis.... |
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| Addendum to yesterday's post |
[Oct. 25th, 2005|07:22 am] |
In an effort to not feel that I wasted my effort, I went out and bought another cake mix to try and make the cupcakes again. I had let the veggie oil sit out all night so it would be good and room temperature this time. As I was adding the mix, eggs, and oil together I noticed something else for the first time, on the back of the box.
"Add one and one-third cups of water."
Well, I'll be damned. |
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| The events of Sunday |
[Oct. 24th, 2005|09:15 am] |
Yesterday my goal was to lounge in my pj’s until it was time to go to bed again. I figured it would save me on some laundry. However, my needs for something chocolately got the better of me so I ventured out and got the goods to make some chocolate cupcakes.
What I’m about to tell you next is very important, so you might want to write this down. It will save you a lot of pain and heartache, trust me.
I store my vegetable oil in the refrigerator because I read somewhere that it keeps longer. I dumped the cake mix, eggs, and oil in a bowl and started the mixer. I didn’t think that because it was chilled, the oil would be viscous. However, as the dough started to form and surround the beaters, I realized something was up. Instead of being nice and fluid, the cake mix became stiff, and held its shape.
It was at this moment I realized that cold oil = not good. The combination had created something that was between a solid and a plasma. I figured I’d leave the mess for 30 minutes and let it warm up to room temperature. Didn’t help. This stuff was like clay. Finally I gave up and had to spoon it, that’s right spoon it, into the cupcake tray. I won’t even tell you about the end result, only to say that I cried a little as I threw them all away. Thank goodness chocolate frosting is delicious straight from the can. |
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| Kick ass updates on my kickass life |
[Oct. 19th, 2005|03:44 pm] |
I don't hate the world as much as I did on my last post, although I think I'm sicker now. I have this weird tickle that's almost like I'm going to sneeze but it's located only in my left nostril. Sometimes it gets really intense and it makes my left eye water. Occasionally it's so bad that I have to scrunch my face up when it happens and I think several people at work have stopped talking to me as a direct result.
My coffee mug is still working, although if I don't let the coffee cool before I pour it in the mug still makes a high pitched noise and the coffee bubbles a little. I'll keep everyone updated. I know you're on the edge of you seat in anticipation.
Still don't like my haircut, and to make matters worse, some girls at work have complimented me on it. Any girl knows it's just code for "I want you to know that I noticed your shitty-ass haircut, but I can't directly tell you that it's butt-ugly, so I'll say that I like what you've been doing to your hair lately and WE BOTH know EXACTLY what I'm implying."
Bitches.
Oh yeah, and the saddest bit of all. Due to a dip in my finacial situations (do you realize when you pay for something with a credit card it's really not paid for at all!?!), I have had to cancel my beloved Netflix. Now no one will love me. Ever. |
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| random rant that I'm sorry you have to listen to |
[Oct. 12th, 2005|09:38 am] |
I hate this day. I hate this week. I hate just about everybody in this office. I hate that people I work with have no f**king faith in me. I hate that it’s crappy outside. I hate that I have to work. I hate that no one gives me any input and then gets upset when things are not to their liking. I hate my crappy ass haircut that is not what I wanted but I had to pay for anyway. I hate that just about everybody I know at the moment is going through some sort of major life drama. I hate that my apartment is always a mess. I hate the fact that I have less than $25 in the bank at the moment. I hate that my cat is a perpetual bulimic. I hate that my back hurts and that my nose is dried out and my throat is sore. I hate my stupid haircut.
In summary, life is not very enjoyable at the moment.
Anybody who dares comment with some sort of "the sun will shine again" bullshit will get a severe ass whomping. Misery loves company, not perkiness. |
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| The Big Spill |
[Oct. 7th, 2005|03:29 pm] |
It finally happened. I took a dive down the metal and concrete stairs at work. Holy mother of gawd, I thought I was going to die. For all my fellow clumsy peeps out there, you know how time slows down the minute an accident begins and how you have split-second decisions to make. As I started to fall, I glanced down at my body and thought, “dammit, once again it has betrayed me.” I then looked at the stairs and realized that if I fell the entire distance of 20 concrete stairs I would be in parts when I reached the bottom. (Later on I counted and there are actually ONLY 15 stairs.)
As I began my decent I twisted around and grabbed onto the hand rail with all my might. I have 6 feet of body, and as it tumbled around me I made sure my little hands were gripped on good. There was a LOT of noise, presumable as different parts of my legs and feet hit the stairs, but my hands held on. I must have slid a little, cause I have a burn on one of my palms. When I finally stopped, I was on my back with my arms way above me, still latched on to that life-saving hand rail. The rest of me was stretched down half the length of the stairs.
When I got up I realized I had broken my shoe. My nice leather high heels. The strapped had ripped clean off the shoe. That’s probably what I’m most pissed about.
Ironically, I take the stairs and not the elevator for my health. Ha.
I have a feeling that tomorrow morning I'm going to feel like I've been in a car wreck. |
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| So damn good. |
[Oct. 3rd, 2005|03:36 pm] |
I watched Manny & Lo this weekend. I saw it previously in college, but it's such a damn good movie...and now I'm wondering why I don't own it.
I think it's Scarlett Johansson's finest performance.
I'm not kidding. |
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| Little Brown Mug |
[Sep. 26th, 2005|11:19 am] |
I’ve had the same travel mug since I started college. That would mean I’ve had it for over 10 years now, thank you very much. It’s a very simple double-walled 16 oz. plastic mug, and the paper insert has pictures of different coffee paraphernalia and the names of different types of coffee beans.
I’ve used this mug almost every day for the past 10 years. I’ve worked at 3 different coffee shops while in college, and my mug went to and fro. I’ve taken this mug with me on every roadtrip I had in college...I would fill it up at different gas stations all over America. I’ve use it as a drinking cup for water. It’s even been to France with me. It goes without saying that the mug has not aged well. Actually, it’s pretty disgusting and nasty. The paper inside the plastic is stained, and sometimes condensation develops. The lid is slightly crusty and no amount of scrubbing helps.
But I like it. It’s all plastic, which means if my coffee goes cold I can just nuke it. In fact, I’ve done that so many times that the plastic on the inside has started to warp. Did I mention that when I wash it out every night I can’t leave it soak in soapy water or my coffee will taste like soap the next day? I’ve been looking for a replacement, and I’ve noticed that all of the travel mugs out there have some sort of metal on them. Or, they have a handle, and then my mug wouldn’t fit in my car cup holder. They are all inferior to my wonderful travel mug.
This morning as I was getting ready for work I poured coffee into my mug. The mug emitted a strange, high-pitched hissing noise and then the coffee started to “bubble.” Actually, it was more like “effervesce.” This went on for about 30 seconds. When it stopped there was slightly less coffee in the mug. I don’t know where it went. I figured it was leaking into the outer plastic part, but the paper doesn’t look any more stained than usual. There were no noticeable leaks when I picked it up and drank out of it....so...
I don’t know what to do. It still holds coffee, and it feels cruel to end it's life before it has properly died. Sort of like putting a dog to sleep when you know it'll die on its own in about 3 months.
Now I'm thinking that me and my coffee mug is comparable to men and their underwear. The undies may be stained all over and there’s no fabric left, but by God, the elastic’s still good so they’re wearable. |
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