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twitter updates for 2008-03-30

• Across the hall neighbors are having a party I could hear outside. I’m gonna not complain to help my future party throwing karma. #
• @fontosaurus I’m about to try that same upgrade. I’m hoping it goes as smoothly as the rest of them have. #
• @fontosaurus Absolutely painless! I always expect the worst possible scenario, but I’m always pleasantly surprised. #
• It’s 51 degrees. That means I’m going outside. To do what? I don’t know and I don’t really care. #

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all i got is four minutes

It’s probably public knowledge that I would have Justin Timberlake’s children. Or maybe child. Or maybe we’d just visit the orphanage in Namibia together. But you get the point. And while his acting make be only slightly better than the Arby’s bag laying on my desk, his music never ever lets me down. That’s why I was all school-girl excited when this whole Madonna/JT singing a song together rumor started circulating. And then I heard it on the radio.

4 Minutes to Save the World (I can’t promise how long that video will be available.) had a whole lot of potential in my pop-music lovin’ eyes, but it didn’t even come close to meeting the expectations for it, and now we’re going to be forced to hear it every 29 minutes on any Clear Channel radio station I stumble upon. It makes me a little sad.

You know what else makes me sad? The font they chose for the cover of the single. You’re throwing quite possibly the most popular (just not the highest selling!) female artist on a cover with Hollywood’s IT BOY and that’s the font you’re gonna choose? While I appreciate the generous use of Photoshopped drop shadows, you’d think the media department would have a little bigger budget… which was probably spent on making Madonna look more like Justin Timberlake’s sister than someone old enough to be his ma.

And I found this for you. It’s a video of the LYRICS of the song, so you and two of your friends can duke it out over who gets to be Madonna, JT, or Timbaland – and then all the words are right there for you. You can thank me later.

reason for a change

My grandma, bless her lovely soul, is a worrier – a really big worrier. And because of this, I don’t tell her things that she’ll worry about – more specifically right now, I didn’t tell her about my whole without a job thing. The times I’ve had a car accident, there are details that aren’t passed on to her, because really – things are fine and I don’t want her not sleeping or having the Pentecostal Church of God praying for me, because I had a little fender bender. I’d rather her worry about things like what to make for lunch and what kind of vegetables to plant in her garden this spring.

Somehow, through some grapevine, she found out I’m not working. I don’t know when she found out or how she found out, but she knows. She also knows I’m getting unemployment and pretty much anything and everything else that I’ve written… oh wait, right here on this blog.

So, when your sweet, sweet grandma calls you long distance once a week to see if you have a job yet, it starts to wear on you. Her calling doesn’t wear on me; it’s the fact that someone, and I have my suspicions who, went against my specific wishes of not telling her about my employment situation. I honestly love that my grandma calls me, but I’d rather her call me for other things – not because I know she’s constantly concerned on how I’m paying bills or buying food.

She called just now and the only reason she called was to see if I’ve found anything for work.

And now that I know I can’t write anything here without escaping the fear that it’s going to travel to my gramma’s non-computer using ears, you’ll probably notice an even bigger decrease in personal crap I feel the need to share here.

It sucks, because I’m going through a lot of things emotionally and a few things personally right now, and if you’ve read things here before, you know the best way I deal with shit like that is posting. And now, that’s just not an option. I haven’t decided if I’ll just post here even more sparsely or wind up blocking IP addresses so I don’t feel like I have to self-censor. I’m 30 years old. I shouldn’t have to be worried about what I write getting back to my gramma, ya know?