Posts tagged whine whine whine
Posts tagged whine whine whine
What the hell. I thought I was going crazy imagining someone walking around on the roof (and shaking the walls in my apartment), but, no, someone was actually up there. I know because he set off the roof alarm coming back down. Thanks for the heart attack, dude.
My parents sent me my grandmother’s sewing machine, which is awesome. The downside is that it’s metal—well, I mean, that’s good except when I have to transport it somewhere. My mom weighed it and said it was 18 lbs. Okay, that’s how much that bag of cat litter that I pay someone else to haul up 10 flights of stairs to my apartment weighs. But I think I can manage it. However, I just checked the tracking info and UPS says the package is 34 lbs. Hrm. This will be fun.
Things I really don’t need at the end of the month: Some asshat at Duane Reade charging me twice for Liquid Plumber. That shit’s expensive, and it’s the kind of thing I couldn’t just wait 4 days to buy (fucking plumbing from the 1920s). Looks like I’ll be slightly over budget this month after all. ARGH.
I feel like an entitled bitch for complaining about the laundromat since I usually drop off my laundry rather than doing it myself, but…they didn’t wash the one thing I specifically brought in to be washed! Whyyyy….
(In my defense, I would really, really prefer to do my own laundry. I just can’t stand dealing with it in addition to my 6th-floor walk-up.)
I hate those money-saving tips that tell you to cut out/cut back on things that I don’t do or buy in the first place. This kind of advice is almost never applicable to me—e.g. keep the thermostat on a lower setting (I don’t pay for heat, nor can I control the thermostat), go longer between haircuts (I don’t get my hair cut), bring lunch from home (I do that already), don’t go to Starbucks every day (I probably go to Starbucks 2-3 times/month—guess I could cut back on that), etc.
Whatever, maybe they’re helpful to other people. I just get frustrated because I’d like to save more, but no one ever has good tips that I can use!
I hate to rain on the vibrator parade, but I kind of wish that particular sex toy wasn’t the ultimate symbol of female sexual liberation. Selfishly, it makes me feel left out of the sisterhood because I don’t like vibrators (purely on a physical level). It doesn’t help that the linked-to article implies that the only reason you wouldn’t like vibrators was if you had psychological baggage associated with them. I don’t! Vibrations just don’t do anything for me! I promise! Sigh.
Apparently it has now become a familial duty to call my (now 6-year-old) nephew on his birthday. (As in, I was chastised by my mom for forgetting this year.) You guys, this is like torture for me. Can’t I just buy him a shot when he turns 21?
Okay, stomach, can we handle getting on the subway yet? (Look, I hate people who go to work when they’re sick, since that’s how I catch it—current case in point—but I left some stuff at the office that I need for a trip I’m going on tomorrow. Also, I’m supposed to be grocery shopping for myself and my two trip companions. AARRRGHHH, DAMN YOU, SICK COWORKER!!!!!)
Ugh, fucking heat. Why can’t it just be winter all the time?
