Why do I insist on beating my head against a brick wall? It’s not like I haven’t already gotten multiple skull fractures, three concussions and one lengthy stay in a coma. And yet, everytime, it’s ‘hey! Brick wall! You know…if I just smash my head against it hard enough, I bet I can get through!’ And yes, this probably belongs on my poker blog.
So Shea Stadium is named after a guy! A guy named Shea…well William, but his last name’s Shea. Like the stadium. I mean the man.
I’ve been listening to lots of music from the 60s and 70s lately. I think I’m growing up to be a hippie.
A cry for help should make some effort at correct spelling.
If I start a Catholic blog I’m calling it Notgoingtodoanyoftheseven.blogspot.com
Wow, did April suck.
The WII is SOOOOOOOO Awesome. I may never leave here…but mostly because I think I tore something boxing with Polo. Ouch.
Is there any way to delete a previously visited website from the dropdown menu on mozilla firefox without deleting the entire list? I’ve tried left clicking for options, but that just takes me to the damn site again. And no, it’s not porn, so don’t ask.
I used to do the what grade would I be in now thing all the way up through the first year of law school. (i.e. 17th grade) I have no idea what grade I would be in now. Crazy.
When you most want to stay in bed all day with the covers over your head, you should get up and go out; when you most want to head for the hills and run, you should stay.
What’s the best way to tell someone something that they don’t want to hear? So far I’ve got: hemming and hawing, with deep sighs, so that when they find out later, I can be all ‘well, remember that day with the hemming and hawing? Yeah, I tried to tell you.’
Facebook should have a ‘well fuck you then’ option for when you add people as friends and they don’t add you back.
In completely related news I have a severe facebook problem. I check-in nineteen times a day, I update my status constantly to reflect every minutiae of my daily life…I think I need a blog.
If you have a phone interview at 12:30 and they haven’t called by 12:40…are you supposed to call them? How much longer do you have to wait around? Do you pick up if they call at 1 or will that just seem too needy?
UPDATE:
Aw Crap. Yes, for those of you playing along at home, the right answer was to call them and not sit here happy that you can stay in bed sulking instead of using that white voice for business. Evidently, she was getting a busy signal. D’oh. I hate April.
No answer is an answer. Oh well.