Mine is this: Currently XM radio is playing “the history of 70’s pop” over the course of a week, which means they are playing obscurities that they would never ordinarily play, which to me is like heaven. They’re playing songs I haven’t heard since they were popular, and some I can’t recall ever hearing, many not on CD (Wednesday’s cover of “Last Kiss” for example).
Ordinarily I have no need for XM radio, as they normally play the same songs I get for free on the digital cable music stations. So instead of paying for a month of XM, I signed on for a 3 day trial, two times in a row, using two different e-mail addresses. I know this is not morally right, but did it anyway. I feel better now for admitting it.
I parked in the ‘Expectant Mother’ parking spot at the mall. Twice.
I signed up for my third ‘two weeks free for new members!’ account at Blockbuster.com by using my work address.
I really, really don’t like the plant my grandmother had delivered as a congratulatory gift. I’m wondering how long I have to keep it alive for her to forget about it.
There’s this woman. She and I used to be close-ish friends. She said some not so nice things, so we lost that closeness, but were still friendly. Then I went back to work (she’s a SAHM). I dropped out of our bookclub (that I had started) about this time. We lost touch.
She has since grown her hair out. This is the thing: I remember her with short hair. So, I don’t recognize her with long hair. This has happened twice–and I’ve remembered too slowly. So, I seem rude because I’m not saying hello to her (the thought that she is not saying hello to me has crossed my mind). This is silly and stupid. The last time was at Parent Night at the HS. I didn’t realize her daughter was that old already. But now I feel like she thinks that I am cutting her and I’m not.
See how stupid and minor it is? so, yeah-that bothers me.
My wife will read this, and at this point honey, close your eyes.
Yesterday, I flipped off an old woman in a car because she was honking at me. I was in the right-hand lane of a two-laner, intending to go straight, and I think she thought I was going to turn right. I don’t think she saw me through my tinted rear windshield, but I don’t give a rat’s arse.
There was also that whole coup d’etat in Peru six years ago. Sorry about that.
Tripler
Oh, you didn’t hear about Peru? Never mind then. . .
Four lane road, with a median, and a turn lane… I was approaching the intersection, intending to turn left. Traffic was stopped with the red light, and this lady was at the end of the line in the left lane. I came up behind, and wanted to sneak into the empty turn lane… Only, I mis-judged the distance, and my right-side-mirror scraped her rear quarter panel. Nothing serious, probably just a long scratch. We made eye contact as I passed by her. She had to have heard the squealing scraping sound. I slowed down to stop in the turn lane. When the light turned green, she went on through the intersection, like nothing happened.
I could have followed her. I could have waited to see if she was coming back. I at least could have gotten her license plate to contact her somehow, but I didn’t. As soon as she went through the intersection, I turned and went on my merry way. I did a bad thing, and got off scott-free. <feeling guilty>
Yes, I am the reason for pens being chained to the counter nationwide. It’s all my fault and I am terribly sorry. Mind, I’ll continue to absentmindedly steal every pen I touch, but I do regret it when I realize.
I went to a big name store to buy a racquetball racket. I found a sweet $150 racket marked down to $50. I also bought a glove, some balls, a pack of gum, and a pair of $80 sunglasses marked down to $40. The gal took the security tag off my racket, then called for another gal to come up front and get the cover from the back. The other gal took the racket, and I completed my purchase. I thought the price seemed really low, but I had gotten two great deals, so I didn’t think much of it. The other gal handed me my racket, and I was halfway to the courts before I realized I didn’t get charged for it.
Before I left my last job, I set up a coworker’s email to automatically forward messages to the boss if they arrived from another coworker with his list of buddies to whom he usually sent porn.
I don’t regret it, though. If I had it to do over, I would have set it up so that the boss would automatically forward it to every one of their customers.
In the past month, I’ve thrown about a dozen aluminum cans in the trash instead of recycling them.
This morning, at about 5:30 AM, I blew through a red light in front of the Redondo Beach Police Station at about 60 mph because I wanted to get to work before everyone else so I could make a back-up of my files that I forgot to do yesterday afternoon. (I also blew through three other lights by the time I got to work, but they weren’t in front of police stations). I’m not sure why, but for some reason, it actually seemed more important to me to back up my files than to get to work alive.
(joking) When I was three years old, I pushed my brother down the stairs and blamed it on the dog. (/joking)
But anyway. Last wrong thing I did was snack on those fried noodles at the Chinese restaurant where I work.
What? I was hungry and I didn’t plan my lunch ahead well enough so that I wasn’t having a low blood sugar headache at 7 pm. (Staff dinner usually doesn’t start until 9.)
I was at a big name store last month and picked up a picture frame I was intending on buying for my boyfriend for our anniversary.
I dropped it on the floor and it broke.
The glass didn’t shatter very bad, so I picked up all the pieces, set them on the frame, and put the frame on a shelf. Picked up a different one and paid for it.
The frame was on clearance for $5; it had a very tiny scratch on it. But I still felt bad, I really like the store it happened in.
I’ve been in a lot of relationships, which necessitates a lot of breakups. I always figured it was part of the risk, you take a chance and you must be prepared for the consequence, but there was this one time…Jessica, in Biloxi, if you’re reading this…I’m truely sorry babe!
I spread some gossip about a co-worker to her supervisor recently. I don’t know the relationship between the two of them. For all I know they are best friends forever. Why I decided at that moment that it was a good idea to retell something I heard about someone else is something that I’ve been dwelling on ever since. I don’t normally gossip. What was I thinking?
<feeling guilty>