creeped out

…and I’m officially creeped out by my building. If I didn’t have ghosts before, I do now. Anyone need a temporary roommate?

v-day

Hi there. It’s Valentine’s Day 2012. So happy v-day! I say (or write) that not in my usual sarcastic tone. I actually like Valentine’s Day. Sure, it’s a Hallmark holiday, but I enjoy what the holiday stands for. And that is love. Even if I’m not “in love” with someone, I love the idea of love. Love makes the world go round people. Embrace it.

To illustrate how much I love love, I will mention that I considered at one point to tattoo the Kanji symbol for love on my foot, until my Asian friends in the know told me that it was too common and tacky.

But I still love the symbol. I decided that if I do get a tattoo, and I went with a Kanji symbol, I’d go with the word “truth,” because truth to me can mean a number of things, including love. So I went a bit deeper than the everyday person who has the Kanji symbol for love tattooed on their foot. Go big or go home.

But I digress. My point is – love. Celebrate it – whether it be love for your significant other, your hobbies, your family, your friends, your job – just love it. Appreciate what’s in your life, even if you are going through a difficult time. Things will get better. And love what you do, where you go, what you see. It makes life more enjoyable.

Love you all (well, most of you). 😛

Sara

unsubscribe

Do you have a junk email account? I do. Gmail is for friends and important things, yahoo is for the crap that you don’t read. Well, I have somehow managed to accumulate a plethora of junk email in my yahoo inbox. I’m talking about at least 20-30 emails per day of crap that I don’t read.

A couple weeks ago I figured I’d start to curb this growing list of crap by unsubscribing from the various listserves. And that I did. Just now I realized that I still have a ton of junk, so started unsubscribing from more. Fur Nightclub, endless.com, REI, etc. Basically I am unsubscribing from everything but the daily deals (Groupon, Living Social, etc.), which I no longer read anyway since there are now too many of those too. Seriously – zozi, kbgdeals, Capitol Deal – what?! I can’t keep up.

Anyway, long story short, it’s Friday and my brain is fried so I figure I’ll start my unsubscribing train again. I unsubscribe, and then immediately receive an email letting me know that I’m now unsubscribed. Yet, I thought that the point of me unsubscribing was to stop the email subscription?

Has anyone else been baffled by this? phhhhhhh

Unsubscribe.

Let’s play a game

What’s worse for me?

• Breathing in second hand smoke every day;
• Cockroaches of the American (and now German!) variety crawling on my stuff and me;
• Toxicity from pesticides sprayed in my apartment to keep the bugs away; or
• Living with the constant threat and applicable worry of a roach crawling on me when I sleep.

Man, I am just living the dream. I can’t wait to find a place and get out of here! A real estate agent I just interviewed last night will be taking me around to view some places this weekend. I can’t wait.

P.S. I’m voting for second hand smoke. I HATE smoking! I don’t get how people do it, especially the chain smoker in the unit next to me. I really don’t get it. Although I’d guess the pesticides I’m living around aren’t very good for me either. I officially hate this apartment.

PUKE

Did Duke really just win that game? Really?

For those not watching, Duke just beat North Carolina literally at the buzzer on a three pointer. You have to be kidding me.  This calls for me to break out my favorite t-shirt.

 

 

gotta love the metro – take 17

Metro material, as I’ve stated time and time again, is endless. Just search “metro” on this blog and you will get a feel for what I’m talking about. Click this link for my very first metro post ever. And now, to the present.

I was just traveling home from work on the red line. While sitting in a car minding my own business and reading a book on my Kindle (Game of Thrones – do it!), I felt someone staring at me. I looked over across the aisle to find a woman talking nonstop and glaring at me. Mildly creepy. I try to ignore her and go about my business, engaged in my book. Next thing I know, I hear something that no one wants to hear outside of a bathroom stall. The woman has literally pulled down her pants, popped a squat, and is pissing on the floor between the seats. A nice, long, loud piss I might add. And let me tell you, that bladder was full. About to throw up and afraid it would spray on me, I got up and moved to a seat at the opposite end of the car. The girl who was sitting in front of me also got up and moved. However, the women immediately in front and behind her oddly did not budge during or after this whole ordeal. With the force of that piss, I can guarantee they were sprayed or were standing in it. Interesting.

Getting off the train, I figured that I should perhaps report the incident to the metro police standing around at the gate. According to said police, this is a normal occurrence and there is nothing they can do about it. DC – we are riding around daily in piss. Stay vigilent and carry your antibacterial wipes. And you wonder why I’m so OCD.

Editors note

I still sleep with the light on, and I’ve even gone so far as to wrap myself in the top sheet (cocoon-like) to prevent them from crawling on me while I sleep. I really need to move.

Sweet dreams!