Hello all! I'm back ... for a little while, until my brother returns home again! *eyeroll*
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While reality buffs may feel they're in heaven, it's a hellish scenario for admirers of "Grey's Anatomy," "30 Rock" and other scripted shows.
Oh, God, why! Why!?! Please stop the writers' strike now. Please? ---
Right before dinner, we got this call from Con Edison in which someone with an accent (that I couldn't understand at all) was trying to explain something about merging and discount on bills to me. I tried every excuse in the book, including "I'm the daughter!" "My dad's not home!" "My mom doesn't speak English!" and "I don't know my family's native language well enough to translate this to her!" and the fuckers still wouldn't let me be! Finally, after I asked them for written information (as in a letter, so I wouldn't have to deal with them), they told me to visit their website and they would call back on Saturday. What the hell?!
That phone call took like 15 minutes! My food was cold and gross when I finally got to the table.
I understand that it's their job, but at least learn when to give up...
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I just remembered how beautiful the soundtrack to Amelié is... GUH!
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