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Thoughts for today:
- Why is it that you never see people in public wearing WWF shirts, but as soon as you walk into Wal-Mart, you see like, 10?
- Wouldn't it be nice if the cap on the bottle of soymilk that says "Shake Well Before Using" actually kept the liquid INSIDE the bottle while you shook it, instead of sending droplets of soymilk all over my shirt and the rest of the kitchen? Ugh.
- I wish they would invent cat puke-proof paper towels. I don't give two shits about how absorbant they are, since cat projectile vomit does not absorb into a paper towel anyways. I just want ones that keep my hands from being soaked with kitty vomit, and keep me from feeling that warm sensation on my hand while I'm cleaning it up. Eauwwww.
- Why does it figure that the one time I spend all day listening to a shitty radiostation to win concert tickets on the radio, they are for the day of Warped Tour that I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO. Of course, they don't let you choose if you want tickets for Friday or Thursday, they are going to pick for you. Figures.
- Why does my mailMAN feel the need to unwrap my Jane Magazine from the plastic wrapper before he puts it in my mailbox? Does he need to sit in his little mail truck and read about the newest ways to get rid of bikini line razor burn and sunless tanners? Sheesh. And I know its him, because I found the wrapper in the trashcan next to the mailbox and no one else would be able to get into my locked mailbox, unwrap my mag, read it, and then put it back into my locked mailbox. Lame.
- Why is it that you never see people in public wearing WWF shirts, but as soon as you walk into Wal-Mart, you see like, 10?
- Wouldn't it be nice if the cap on the bottle of soymilk that says "Shake Well Before Using" actually kept the liquid INSIDE the bottle while you shook it, instead of sending droplets of soymilk all over my shirt and the rest of the kitchen? Ugh.
- I wish they would invent cat puke-proof paper towels. I don't give two shits about how absorbant they are, since cat projectile vomit does not absorb into a paper towel anyways. I just want ones that keep my hands from being soaked with kitty vomit, and keep me from feeling that warm sensation on my hand while I'm cleaning it up. Eauwwww.
- Why does it figure that the one time I spend all day listening to a shitty radiostation to win concert tickets on the radio, they are for the day of Warped Tour that I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO. Of course, they don't let you choose if you want tickets for Friday or Thursday, they are going to pick for you. Figures.
- Why does my mailMAN feel the need to unwrap my Jane Magazine from the plastic wrapper before he puts it in my mailbox? Does he need to sit in his little mail truck and read about the newest ways to get rid of bikini line razor burn and sunless tanners? Sheesh. And I know its him, because I found the wrapper in the trashcan next to the mailbox and no one else would be able to get into my locked mailbox, unwrap my mag, read it, and then put it back into my locked mailbox. Lame.