I Suppose I Could Have Tried Drinking It Through Osmosis
► Every time I get the jug of Tropicana orange juice out of the fridge I shake it before opening and pouring it. Last night, for the first time while giving it one shake, the cap popped open. My arm, shirt, and pants were drenched in orange juice, along with one slipper. I stood stunned for a moment in the puddle.
Next time I'm keeping one hand on the cap, just to be safe.
► Something's going on at the old fruit distribution shop across the street. Someone must have bought it cause there have been guys going in and out presumably to renovate the inside. Why else would they remove a bathtub? Although, the bathtub was taken out of the loading dock and not the apartment above the shop section, so who knows.
The point about this is that I probably looked like a nut going to the front windows of my apartment and looking outside every few minutes today. That package from Amazon should have been in this morning and I keep obsessively worrying about it. I was hoping it'd come in today so that I can mail the ruined set back to them tomorrow when I go out with Dad.
Maybe I'll get lucky and it'll be delivered this afternoon. It's only 2:00pm after all.
Edit (3:12pm): Fucking assholes... Just glanced out the front door of the apartment and looked down at the front entrance, there was a "no response" delivery notice jammed sticking out of the mailboxes. I'm sitting here with my door open so I could hear if anyone came to the door. They didn't knock and they didn't bother buzzing the apartment. I'm getting fucking sick of them doing this now. I don't believe for a moment that they (the delivery person) bothered walking up the single flight of stairs. Probably just came in the building to stick the notice there. Assholes.
Great, now I have a headache.
► Called both of my grandmothers yesterday to wish them each happy Mother's Day. A somewhat depressing holiday given it's been 7 and a half years since Mom died. All this time, and so many things have changed, and yet it still doesn't feel "normal".
I was surprised when I called my paternal grandmother and aunt answered (my father's older sister). She reminded me that I hadn't RSVPed to the email regarding my grandmother's surprise 90th birthday next month. It sounds stupid, but since we're supposed to go to a restaurant (where I'll obsessively worry about having to eat and possibly getting sick while out), I was avoiding replying so that I could get out of it. Figured there would be a get together afterward, but apparently not. So I was guilted and I sent the notice. It's not for another month and I'm already worrying about going and having an attack. So very stupid.
► Yeah... worrying about the package, mailing the damage set before the deadline, my grandmother's birthday next month, and going out on errands with Dad tomorrow. Feeling queasy and ill from the fretting. Nervous shivers aren't helping either.
► Two legends just passed away: Lena Horne (92) and Frank Frazetta (82).
► 'I Know Who Killed Me' Director, Lindsay Lohan, & the Blame Game - The gist of the article is using Lohan as a scapegoat when her movies bomb now. Sure she's not solely responsible for the success of the films she's in. But when she's stuck taking crap movies because of her behaviour and antics she has no one to blame but herself.
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Quote of the Moment
Jess Remsberg: Death comes soon enough. Anyone who hurries it is a damn fool.
- Duel at Diablo (1966)
Drinking: water
Eating: orange slice gummy candies
Reading: Vanity Fair (May 2010 issue)
Watching: CHiPs: Season 2
Next time I'm keeping one hand on the cap, just to be safe.
► Something's going on at the old fruit distribution shop across the street. Someone must have bought it cause there have been guys going in and out presumably to renovate the inside. Why else would they remove a bathtub? Although, the bathtub was taken out of the loading dock and not the apartment above the shop section, so who knows.
The point about this is that I probably looked like a nut going to the front windows of my apartment and looking outside every few minutes today. That package from Amazon should have been in this morning and I keep obsessively worrying about it. I was hoping it'd come in today so that I can mail the ruined set back to them tomorrow when I go out with Dad.
Maybe I'll get lucky and it'll be delivered this afternoon. It's only 2:00pm after all.
Edit (3:12pm): Fucking assholes... Just glanced out the front door of the apartment and looked down at the front entrance, there was a "no response" delivery notice jammed sticking out of the mailboxes. I'm sitting here with my door open so I could hear if anyone came to the door. They didn't knock and they didn't bother buzzing the apartment. I'm getting fucking sick of them doing this now. I don't believe for a moment that they (the delivery person) bothered walking up the single flight of stairs. Probably just came in the building to stick the notice there. Assholes.
Great, now I have a headache.
► Called both of my grandmothers yesterday to wish them each happy Mother's Day. A somewhat depressing holiday given it's been 7 and a half years since Mom died. All this time, and so many things have changed, and yet it still doesn't feel "normal".
I was surprised when I called my paternal grandmother and aunt answered (my father's older sister). She reminded me that I hadn't RSVPed to the email regarding my grandmother's surprise 90th birthday next month. It sounds stupid, but since we're supposed to go to a restaurant (where I'll obsessively worry about having to eat and possibly getting sick while out), I was avoiding replying so that I could get out of it. Figured there would be a get together afterward, but apparently not. So I was guilted and I sent the notice. It's not for another month and I'm already worrying about going and having an attack. So very stupid.
► Yeah... worrying about the package, mailing the damage set before the deadline, my grandmother's birthday next month, and going out on errands with Dad tomorrow. Feeling queasy and ill from the fretting. Nervous shivers aren't helping either.
► Two legends just passed away: Lena Horne (92) and Frank Frazetta (82).
► 'I Know Who Killed Me' Director, Lindsay Lohan, & the Blame Game - The gist of the article is using Lohan as a scapegoat when her movies bomb now. Sure she's not solely responsible for the success of the films she's in. But when she's stuck taking crap movies because of her behaviour and antics she has no one to blame but herself.
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Quote of the Moment
Jess Remsberg: Death comes soon enough. Anyone who hurries it is a damn fool.
- Duel at Diablo (1966)
Drinking: water
Eating: orange slice gummy candies
Reading: Vanity Fair (May 2010 issue)
Watching: CHiPs: Season 2