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Since I started working again (like 9 whole months ago!), I switched my Twitter account over to private. I’m not going to lie. It’s so I can bitch about work without the fear of any repercussions.I don’t getting fired at all, especially because I have diarrhea of the … fingers? Is that what it’s called when you have to blog about everything?
I found ted on twitter today. Ted’s the CEO of a web-based company, which would automatically make me think his twitter account is super douchey and only talks about social media and web 2.0 all the time. Except it doesn’t. At all. And his Twitter profile says he owns three pairs of pants.
I kind of want my CEO to sign up for Twitter.
It’s no secret that I’m not a fan of T-Mobile at all. I pretty much think they’re poopy, but I’m also pretty much tied into a contract that I think might end in 3088. And I’m certainly not buying another phone through T-Mobile to extend that contract any longer than I have/need to. The only problem with that is I think my phone’s starting to go.
I’ve had problems with this phone since about the day after the warranty ran out. No surprise there. If anyone knows where one (by one, I mean me) might procure an extremely cheap phone that would run on T-Mobile’s network, I’d be one very happy camper. I don’t even need anything fancy. Just something I can use to call my dad from time to time and send Twitters from the toilet. See? Nothing fancy at all.
In the meantime, I’m going to try to take it into a T-Mobile store and see if they’ll give me a new SIM card for free… I have a feeling that might be part of the issue. Or at least I’m hoping that might be part of the issue.
A couple of weeks ago, I read an article somewhere that said the blood banks were running low and anyone with O+ blood was encouraged to donate. After I read the article, I thought, “Hey! I have O+ AND I have an extra pint of blood I’m not using.” and then I went to Memorial Blood Centers’ website to make sure there wasn’t some weird thing saying I couldn’t donate for some bizarre reason.
In less than five minutes, I’d schedule an appointment for today at 10:00, and even schedule a reminder call to happen yesterday so I wouldn’t forget. This morning, I walked from work to their building at 7th and Marquette. I still can’t feel the tops of my ears after that little venture. I signed my name, took some quiz that asked about the time I’d spent in the UK and whether or not I’d had sex with a man that’d been sexually active with another man after 1977, and left a pint of my blood there. In a bag, of course.
It was incredibly easy, extremely unintrusive, and so simple I scheduled my next appointment for March 11th.
If you’ve never donated blood, you should. It doesn’t hurt and I bet most of you have some extra to spare.
For the past couple of years, I’ve grown increasingly disinterested in NFL football. I used to be an obsessive Fantasy Football player, sometimes having the maximum four Yahoo teams going at once. Comparing that to this year, where I forgot to even do my weekly picks most weeks, I think it’s safe to say my fandom has strongly dissipated. I’m almost embarassed to say I don’t even know who’s left in the playoffs.
Next year, it’s my goal to pay a little more attention to the NFL football schedule and try to at least watch ONE game. I forget how much fun I have stomping all over male-managed teams in the various leagues I join. I always make my avatar something as girly as possible, so when a team callsed Jon’s Powerhouse Murdering All-Stars loses, it makes everyone question his manhood when he was paired up against someone whose team name was I Heart Clarissa Explains It All.
And, you know, maybe if I paid attention to the schedule, I could at least keep some tabs on my former hometown Kansas City Chiefs. I’m pretty sure Derrick Thomas is still their starting linebacker. Oh wait. He’s dead. At least Joe Montana’s still their quarterback – what? He’s not? I guess that probably means the Nigerian Nightmare is retired, too. I should probably just go play Tecmo Super Bowl, where at least I know all of the players’ names. High Def graphics are overrated anyway.
The past five days have just been this gigantic flurry of manic activity. Multiple trips to the vet, shuffling around money, worrying to the point of getting sick, etc. Today, after finally hearing from the vet that Riley’s blood work is exactly where it should be for a healthy three year old dog, I felt like I could finally breathe a huge sigh of relief. Non-pet owners probably aren’t going to get it and I probably wouldn’t have really got it 3.5 years ago, but that dog? Holy shit, I love him. I’m just so glad things are normal.
Today was a quiet night that I really needed. Home from work at a reasonable hour, time to do a little more work at home, breakfast for dinner, playing with the dogs, watching American Idol, eating Astronaut ice cream with The Boy, and just freakin’ relaxing. And that’s going to last for all of about two days.
Saturday, we get the keys to the new place, and I have a sneaking suspicion (that word looks wrong) the rest of my free time will be devoted solely to getting all of our wordly posessions out of this apartment and into a place that doesn’t smell like weed at last three days of the week. Thanks, new neighbor, who has a mini van pick her up every day for a chemical dependency day treatment. I don’t think your treatment is working all that well!
