1. There are these girls who post on livejournal and myspace! And they like leave an exclamation point after every single fucking sentence! No matter what they’re talking about! Are they on a meth binge! Why are they so excited! I don’t know! haha!
2. The words “hubby” and “delish.” Unless you are five years old or Rachel Ray, DON’T.
3. The fact that I need three items to have a list. I really just wanted to bitch about those two things above.
I hate when dudes I haven’t spoken to in ages IM me, engage in 10 minutes of small talk, then ask for a favor. At the very least, don’t patronize me by wasting my time asking about my job and dogs. Just cut to the chase and say “hey, I know I haven’t spoken to you in a while, but I could really use your help with this.” Acknowledging the fact that the only reason you gave me a second thought was to bug me for help, at the very least, wins honesty points. Pretending like I’m stupid enough to be tricked into thinking this is a friendly conversation that just happened to veer onto the topic of your broken computer or need for airport car service? That’s a fast track on my “block” list.
Nearly 2 years and I can finally listen to Death Cab for Cutie again.
Hooray for progress, heh.
Yet another failed attempt at interpersonal closeness has returned me to my base case of ‘emo.’ I’ve always been given the advice that if one is depressed, one should return to doing things they once enjoyed, even if she no longer feels inspired to do them. Since having a web journal has been pretty much the only thing I’ve consistently liked doing throughout high school and college, I don’t see the harm in giving it another shot.
So, tomorrow, if I can rouse myself from the pity party I undoubtedly will be throwing, I will be designing a layout and a password protection scheme for this blog, as well as trying to figure out something substantial to write about. Suggestions are welcome. It’ll be interesting to find out how much I’ve forgotten/fallen behind after a two-year hiatus.