Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Ugh, I am so upset. During the night I was outbid on an old t-shirt that was pinky-rust in color and said, in faded white letters, "HOORAY SALMON". Oh, how I wanted that shirt. I've never seen an item of clothing that once even came close to expressing my true feelings for the slimy yet tasty creature. Guess I shoulda bid more than a whopping 99 cents.


Tuesday, March 22, 2005

What can I say? I can say that Blogger sucks yet one more time. I tried to post three times just to have them disappear into thin air. Is it my computer? Is it Roadrunner? I just don't know. All I know is that it makes me physically ill each time it happens. So ill that I have to wait a while to post again. Today, I'm typing it up in Notebook first. I guess I learned my lesson.

Anyway, here's what you missed: Not fucking much. I mean, I am starting my own vintage clothing shop on eBay, my latest addiction, but I can't even remember what I was going to post about earlier. Aaron and I were up early on Saturday to hit yard sales, estate sales and thrift stores. I plan on specializing in the late 40's/early 50's, Boho (hippie chic for those of you not familiar with vintage speak), emo/indie, with a little 80's thrown in for good measure. So don't throw any clothing away, no matter how unattractive or useless you may find an item. Give all used clothing to me, and I will donate what I don't use. If anything you've given me fetches a great deal of money, I will give you a cut. Email me and I'll pick it up. As soon as I get the store up and running very soon, I'll let you all know so you can take a peek.

Speaking of eBay there are these bitches (yes, I know they have to be women) who wait until there is 30 seconds left on an auction to outbid people, after I've been the wining bidder for two whole days. I think that's just horrid. Nature of the beast you say? Who cares what you have to say.

Also, I received two items last week that I won the bidding on that weren't as they were described. One was hosiery that was of a completely different type than described and another was a suede belt from the 70's. The suede belt, it turns out, was that cheap, spongy, imitation suede. The seller refunded my money and apologized. How someone who deals with vintage items hasn't yet learned to tell the difference between real and fake suede astounds me, but I'll let it go. On the hose, PayPal (who has about the best customer service of any company I know of) is going to bat for me because the seller refuses to answer my emails.

On a different note, I have a word of advice for us all: Instead of bitching about the state of affairs here and abroad, GET INVOLVED. Don't like what's being said? SAY SOMETHING. Don't like what's being done to further your side's agenda? DO SOMETHING. Tired of seeing people suffer? HELP SOMEONE. Armchair political critics unite and get active (me included).

Also, thanks, Ed, for the message from "The Don" that made me laugh outloud.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

I was going to blog about how, on Sunday, my sister called and offered me a chance to go to Puerto Rico to watch my niece play in the international collegiate games. I was going to blog about how they get the opportunity to play against the likes of Bermuda, the Dominican Republic, Jamaica, Barbados, etc. from March 16-22. I was going to blog about what a big deal it is that my niece made this team and how great it is that I get to see her play. I was going to blog about how this made my day because I've been there before and I loved the beaches and the food and the music and the weather. I was going to blog about how my brother-in-law has a cousin who lives there who has a gorgeous Puerto Rican wife who speaks five languages and is an interpreter and how they will be showing us around. I was going to blog about how lucky I've been because, even though we haven't had the money to do my single favorite thing, travel, somehow fate has intervened and let me travel anyway. I was going to blog about how the daytime highs in San Juan right now are about 85 and the lows are about 72 and how wonderful that is compared to here.

Instead of blogging about all that, though, I'm going to blog about how awfully angry I am that my brother-in-law decided to go instead, at the last minute, meaning I can't go and about how I cried when I found out and now I'm so depressed. He sucks and so does staying in this town. Sucks ASS, actually. Sucks, S-U-C-K-S. It fucking sucks, it does.

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