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6:01 p.m. - 2005-12-21
a very expensive chair.
Im waiting for my chair.
Hurry up chair!

Today something joyous happened!

I had looked at my bank balance online and was like "okay once they take my student loan out I have 20 dollars until pay day." and I was all "wah"
So I checked it again today to see if they had taken it out yet and saw that they had but BEFORE I checked my account the first time and because my withdrawls were listed in backwards order I hadnt noticed!
I have more money than I think!
yeah!

We bought a tree.
It was so small that I carried it home with one hand. Its just shy of 6 feet.
Most of the trees left were really sad. GIANT holes and one side bare. It made me sad. We almost accidently took 3 trees as their was tree that was still bound up and we were just going to take that one as it looked very lush. But when I picked it up to take it home I notice 3 stumps.
There was no one out manning the trees so we could have just paid for ours and taken one of the 60 dollar 8 foot ones. Serves them right for charging 60 dollars for a dead tree.
I swear the person who finally makes a tree stand that really really works is going to be my new hero and make buckets of cash.

I think I may have caught the christmas spirit as today I did not tell the people standing in the middle of the sidewalk during rush hour off.
I didnt push them into the street either. See Christmas spirit is alive.

I did however think "you douchebags get the fuck off the sidewalk if your going to have an indepth conversation about Chomsky" Seriously I hate people who do that.
Whats worse is that it was 4 people staggered in the middle of the sidewalk so I had to zig zag between them. And one of them was wearing a fucking Christmas sweater.

I dont get theme sweaters or the people who wear them.
How on earth did someone
1) think of this design and think it was a winner.
2)Convince someone to manufacture it either by hand or by child labour.
3) Sell it to a store who would have to have thought this was a great sweater and people would love it.
4) Have someone look at it and decide that "THIS IS WHAT CHRISTMAS CHEER IS ALL ABOUT!!"
5) That person then has to part with hard earned cash to buy said sweater.

The chain of events to make this happen boogle my mind. And its not like there is one design out there theres millions.
I get this free craft catalog that has a lot of crap in it but also has some good deals on wool every now and then so I keep getting it.
Theres one thing that it like that plastic stuff that has little holes in it that you make a pattern with yarn in and its a snow man and a snow lady and under them it says "FLAKY COUPLE"
Im not sure if the people who are buying this item can even comprehend the irony of that hanging on their door.
I connect Christmas sweaters with old ladies(because someone probably bought it for them thinking granny would like it! and now she wears it because shes old and cant be bothered.) since they are old they get a free pass on the holiday wear. The other group is the sad sacks with no friends who really really want friends, they probably wear really large glasses from the 80's and have perms or really unfortunate hair. They are wearing this so you will talk to them and once you talk to them you are their new bestfriend. And Im sure they are nice people and their collection of hummels is really awesome but thats just not my bag.

My chair will be here in 15 minutes said the man who did not speak english who just called me a couple of minutes ago.

I was looking at the house listings today and some crazy person has a Coca~Cola themed kitchen. UGH.
Seriously who does this shit? It was red and white and everything had the coke brand on it. EVERYTHING.
They obviously had a thing for theme rooms as one room was painted a browny yellow and their was a cheeta blanket drapped over the sofa..cheeta themed? jungle themed? I dont know. Another room was the dreaded sports themed room obviously it was blue and white for the Toronto Maple Leafs.(why isnt it the Maple Leaves?? Why!!) and had a BIG branded recliner and stools and posters and blah blah blah.
Id love to meet the people that did this you know they are total nut jobs and have closets full of "extra" collectables and a whole closet full of various holiday themed sweaters.

J's aunt and uncle are a bit nutty like that. Its more the aunt shes a bit flaky. They have rooms full of Beanie Babies. Seriously. They even had a special cabinet made for their living room to hold them. They change them up with the various holiday bears.
Their son who I think is super gay(never had a girlfriend, lived at home until he was much older than 30...) and he collected them as well. AND he collected Coca~Cola stuff too. I cannot imagine what his house must look like I bet its a super hot mess.
I have a theroy which I have shared with J that his cousin is gay but since his mom is a good farm raised girl and his father is of the generation that is not so open that he hasnt come out of the closet.
The ultimate test would be to see if he was drawn to my sister. She is such a gay magnet its unreal. Its like she has an electic flashing rainbow triangle over her head that only gays can see. Shes special that way.

Okay its been 15 minutes give me my designer chair!
Hes totally lost.

I want my sister to come to my NYE party. I begged bestgirl to come but shes very anti NYE. I was like "no crowds, you dont have to drink, you dont even have to talk to anyone or smile or anything I just want you to come." I know she wont. She hasnt made it to a birthday party since 2001.
Shes a party bitch.

So my chair is here.
I feel kind of bad because I think the guy was expecting a tip..am I suppose to tip a chair delivery guy?
I dont know.
Ive never tipped a furniture delivery guy before.
oh god did I just do something completely mean?

Its not like her brought me food.

 

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