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OK, so... the Saints dropped another close game at "home" yesterday... I don't know how much of this I can take. It's the second time this year now I've been in the city of a team the Saints lost to, and both on last second field goals at that. =/ At this point the 4th overall draft pick looks rather nice...
My family is really nitpicky and forgetful. I'll start with the nitpicky side first.
Since I moved out here to Evanston, I haven't really had much time to call EVERYBODY and give them my new cell phone number. I think fewer than 20 people know it, and that includes potential employers and colleges. Some of them have taken that as a personal slight, when in actuality it's just me trying to get everything settled, which was interrupted by like 3 or 4 days of being sick. My mom sends me a text message, basically saying, "Your aunt wants to talk to you, so give her a call on your new number. HOWEVER, don't divulge too much information, because she will bring it back to me, and will critique everything."
FUCK THAT. If I have to worry about ANYTHING I tell ANYONE coming back to me via someone else, I'm just not saying shit to you to start with. Thanks for the heads up; that's one person I can successfully and non-giveafuckally cut off.
Now for the forgetfulness... a week before I got up here, I mailed some of my stuff to Dominique so that I wouldn't have to worry about packing it. Makes enough sense; reduce what goes through the airport, get it to her in three days, it'll be here when I get there. Since I needed more stuff while I was still there, I figured I'd wait until either the day before or the day of my departure to send the last box, which basically had all my pants and a few other items in it. Because there was no more space in my mom's car (she "forgot" to unpack the stuff she bought three days ago), I had to leave that box at home on my last day in town. She tells me to give her the address and I leave it in the box for her to have (the box wasn't sealed) so I can get my stuff within a few days.
So here we are, a full 12 days later, text message: "What's the address where you are so I can mail your box?" I think to myself, "WHAT THE HOT FUCK??" then she sends another message later, "Oh nevermind, found it." Great, I got that message after noon, which means she won't get it to the shipping people til after 3, which means I won't see this box until Friday at the earliest.
And I have three pairs of pants right now. She knew that a week ago when I told her to hurry up and send the box.
I CAN'T GET AWAY FROM THESE LOONS!!!!
My family is really nitpicky and forgetful. I'll start with the nitpicky side first.
Since I moved out here to Evanston, I haven't really had much time to call EVERYBODY and give them my new cell phone number. I think fewer than 20 people know it, and that includes potential employers and colleges. Some of them have taken that as a personal slight, when in actuality it's just me trying to get everything settled, which was interrupted by like 3 or 4 days of being sick. My mom sends me a text message, basically saying, "Your aunt wants to talk to you, so give her a call on your new number. HOWEVER, don't divulge too much information, because she will bring it back to me, and will critique everything."
FUCK THAT. If I have to worry about ANYTHING I tell ANYONE coming back to me via someone else, I'm just not saying shit to you to start with. Thanks for the heads up; that's one person I can successfully and non-giveafuckally cut off.
Now for the forgetfulness... a week before I got up here, I mailed some of my stuff to Dominique so that I wouldn't have to worry about packing it. Makes enough sense; reduce what goes through the airport, get it to her in three days, it'll be here when I get there. Since I needed more stuff while I was still there, I figured I'd wait until either the day before or the day of my departure to send the last box, which basically had all my pants and a few other items in it. Because there was no more space in my mom's car (she "forgot" to unpack the stuff she bought three days ago), I had to leave that box at home on my last day in town. She tells me to give her the address and I leave it in the box for her to have (the box wasn't sealed) so I can get my stuff within a few days.
So here we are, a full 12 days later, text message: "What's the address where you are so I can mail your box?" I think to myself, "WHAT THE HOT FUCK??" then she sends another message later, "Oh nevermind, found it." Great, I got that message after noon, which means she won't get it to the shipping people til after 3, which means I won't see this box until Friday at the earliest.
And I have three pairs of pants right now. She knew that a week ago when I told her to hurry up and send the box.
I CAN'T GET AWAY FROM THESE LOONS!!!!