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I have a shameful confession. I am a lazy viewer. I don't want to try to analyze subtext and try to interpret a couple of lines of dialogue and costume choices. I just want to know whether Michael Fassbender secretly wants to fuck Carey Mulligan and that's why he can't form relationships with other women.
In other news, my dishwasher has been pissing me off. All of a sudden, all of the silverware has been coming out all spotty. I noticed this before Christmas, and it's been irritating me ever since. So about three weeks ago, I said to Chris, "See how spotty the silverware is?" Hmmmm, was all he had to say about it. Then two weeks ago, "Ugh! It's still all spotty. It wasn't doing this before! Why all of a sudden is everything coming out like this?" I got a noncommittal shrug. Then last week, I say, "This dishwasher isn't even that old!" He responded, "Well, everything else is getting clean, so it's not like it' broken." Well it's not like it's WORKING!! I think, but say nothing. So Friday after work, I'm unloading the dishwasher and making very loud and angry grumbly sounds while pulling out the silverware, once again freckled with ghostly splotches.
Chris, who's mixing me a drinkie-poo, asks, "Have you filled the Jet-dry lately?" This sends me in to an apoplectic fit of silent, seething rage. Why is it always my job to remember to pay the car registration, keep track of how much dill relish is left, keep track of the W-2's, and fill the fucking Jet Dry? I stomp away with my beverage and immerse myself into a world I can control, organizing my pinterest boards. However, later, when my hulkstage subsided, I realize that the reason I was really pissed is because I've been obsessed with the spotty silverware for nearly a month, but it never once occurred to me to turn to a product specifically designed to reduce spots on dishes.
I found a container of jetdry under the sink, and carefully dribbled the blue liquid intio the awkwardly positioned receptacle. The silverware was not spotty today.
In other news, my dishwasher has been pissing me off. All of a sudden, all of the silverware has been coming out all spotty. I noticed this before Christmas, and it's been irritating me ever since. So about three weeks ago, I said to Chris, "See how spotty the silverware is?" Hmmmm, was all he had to say about it. Then two weeks ago, "Ugh! It's still all spotty. It wasn't doing this before! Why all of a sudden is everything coming out like this?" I got a noncommittal shrug. Then last week, I say, "This dishwasher isn't even that old!" He responded, "Well, everything else is getting clean, so it's not like it' broken." Well it's not like it's WORKING!! I think, but say nothing. So Friday after work, I'm unloading the dishwasher and making very loud and angry grumbly sounds while pulling out the silverware, once again freckled with ghostly splotches.
Chris, who's mixing me a drinkie-poo, asks, "Have you filled the Jet-dry lately?" This sends me in to an apoplectic fit of silent, seething rage. Why is it always my job to remember to pay the car registration, keep track of how much dill relish is left, keep track of the W-2's, and fill the fucking Jet Dry? I stomp away with my beverage and immerse myself into a world I can control, organizing my pinterest boards. However, later, when my hulkstage subsided, I realize that the reason I was really pissed is because I've been obsessed with the spotty silverware for nearly a month, but it never once occurred to me to turn to a product specifically designed to reduce spots on dishes.
I found a container of jetdry under the sink, and carefully dribbled the blue liquid intio the awkwardly positioned receptacle. The silverware was not spotty today.