canada?

Can anyone explain why the tomatoes I bought in the local dominks the other day say product of canada? I mean I didn't really expect locally grown mind you, but if you can't get tomatoes grown here this time of year where are they coming from in canada? I was more than a little scared, but since I already paid for them I thought i'd best eat them. not great I sure you. I mean if we can going to manipulate the way things are grown can't we at least do it closer to home, and say save on the cost of gas. i'm just saying it makes more sense.
oh sorry about the typing i"m writing from my phone on the train! just cause I can.

New phone part two

I can not tell you how much I love my new phone. Ok its not even so much that I love my new phone, which trust me I do, but its that it has this super fun game called bubble breaker that I've now become addicted to. I don't even play video games. The last time I played a game on my phone was when I was stuck in an airport in the middle of nowhere, one of those small ones with nothing to do, and I got super board. Downloaded something, can't even remember what it was, probably played it like twice.
Anyways I'm totally addicted to this new bubble game. I actually forgot to get off the train at the right stop because I was so busy playing my game. Normally I like to read but really even that I don't really care about it I can just play the bubble game. Its sooooooo very addicting.

I think they missed the point

Today I received this comment in response to the post I wrote about my 14 year old niece having a blackberry. I thought this warranted a little post in and of itself.

Anonymous said...

Don't complain. If someone has enough money to purchase a BlackBerry, then let him/her get a BlackBerry. Now if they gave her the BlackBerry, then she's spoiled.

Dear Anonymous,

I don't know what kind of 14 year olds you know, but my niece did not in fact purchase her own blackberry. Even if she did purchase said blackberry it would still be ridiculous. Why you may ask, because I knew at the time that I wrote that blog entry, when she only had the blackberry like a week, and already left it at school, that it wasn't going to end well for the phone. Which in fact it did not.

The second thing I have to add oh dear dear anonymous is thus. Did you read the name of the blog. Just a little curious as to why you would tell me not to complain. It's not as if I made you read the damn thing. And the name of the blog really should have been a tip off as to what you were going to read.

I hate cubs fans

Ok as much as I love baseball in the springtime, I hate baseball fans on the damn train. Cubs fans are the worst. First of all they are always wicked drunk before they even get to the game. Its even worse when its rush hour, and they don't know what to do on the train. That maybe you can't fit nine bajillion people in the doorway, maybe there are isles so you can move your drunk ass down a bit. Maybe you could step out of the damn train, so others can get out. UGH I hate them. Just a bunch of old frat boys. That the annoying part. Trust me I like to drink as much as the next person, but I see no reason to make the rest of the world suffer for my stupidity. I promise cubs fans are horrible. Last week there were even cub fans in the store, who peed in our closet. Its not like we don't have bathrooms. Then they pretended like they didn't know what was going on. I need to move away from the redline.

Its really not better I promise

Ok for the past three weeks I've been having a really hard time walking. Now I know this would be a rather large problem for most people. It doesn't really get much worse for those who's jobs consist on standing on ones feet for 8 hours or more a day. In fact it can be downright retched. It was getting progressively worse, and of course I ran out of the good drugs. Which weren't really helping anyways. It got so bad at one point that I took the 1000 dollar shoes things out of my shoe and walked around with and ice pack in my shoe. For the record no that doesn't really work, and you can only do one foot at a time.
After much blood, sweat and tears, and lets face it momma calling the chiropractor and insisting that he see me, I learned that the problem was not in fact my feet but my back. The only good thing I learned was that the new Chiro my old chiro recommended was only three blocks away instead of thirty miles.
What else I learned is that to see a picture of whats wrong with you for real is not always better. Or at least it doesn't make you feel better about you. Now the pictures can't just be of you, there has to be two pictures. One of you and one of the way you should be. My me pictures is not even remotely close to the should be pictures. In fact they give the nerves colors. Green is not so good, blue is bad, red is worse. Some of mine are black. Black is so bad that isn't not even a damn option. And my feet are not the current problem, but they are in face fucked up. In fact all of the arches in my right foot are completely gone. Not my left foot though, half of those are still in tact, which is apparently worse than if they were both gone. Oh wait and just for kicks, the curve in my neck is going the wrong way, and I'm lucky I don't already have arthritis. And by the time I'm 30 I'm going to be a hunch back. Ok I made that very last part up, but the rest of it is really true.

Nothing to watch.

Ok I hope TV comes back soon because I'm tried of watching reality tv. Though I have learned that watching the bachelor can be quite amusing. Really is there anything better than watching blond 22 year olds cry because they were sent home. Come on now. YOUR 22. Seriously what do these people think is going to happen. It drives me nuts. Why people would subject themselves to such shit is beyond me. But if I am forced to watch 22 year olds cry its at least slightly amusing.

New phone

Ok so after random pieces of my slvr started falling off I decided that it might be time to get a new phone. This time however I wasn't going to spend a small fortune for a phone that kind of sucked. The problem is that phones these days do far more than anything I need for them to do. Seriously I have no idea what half the shit on most phones I looked at was. So deciding what to buy was both hard, and easy at the same time. However due to length of battery time I decided on a Samsung blackjack II. This phone does everything. I don't exactly know what that all entails, but I'm pretty sure the phone does it. Well except that it doesn't really do that word texting thing because it has a full keyboard. That only sucks cause I can't really spell.
I did learn that I've been paying for internet for the past two years, but didn't know how to make it work on my other phone. On this phone its super easy. I learned out to check my email, and see the score to the White Sox game, which in essence it the only thing I care to know how to do. It also comes with fun games, which I'm sure I'll play for like the first two weeks, and then forget about like I've done with every other phone I've owned. I feel very excited about being able to check my email. Its really exciting to know that at any moment of the day I can know how to increase my penis size. I seem to be getting a lot of those lately. I don't even have a penis, but if I did I could read the email anywhere any time. Tell me you wouldn't be excited, I bet you can't do that.

Mostly crazy

Maybe I'm a little more than mostly crazy, but knowing this I still find myself doing the most crazy shit. For example I noticed when I got home from work last night that there was a spider in the corner by where I hang my coats. Now not only could I not hang up the coat I was putting away, but I had to move all the coats off the hooks and put them on the opposite side of the room. I also move all my boots that were there because I can not have the spiders crawling in my shoes. It freaks me out. Then on top of that every time I walk into the kitchen I would have to put the hood up from my hoodie because I'm afraid that it will fall in my hair. That is the whole problem I could kill the spider because I could reach it. I didn't have a chair to stand on so that wasn't going to help. Of course I'm all out of the spray I normal use to kill spiders. And I can't use a broom because again I'm afraid that it will fall in my hair.
Really I was just waiting for my boyfriend to come over and kill it, but he didn't come over. The shit part of that is that it was gone when I got up in the morning. Now maybe a less crazy person would be excited that it was gone. Me not so much. Why, because where the hell did it go. At least when it was in the corner I knew where it was. Now I don't. So I look in the corners all the damn time I walk by hope that I will find it so that it could be killed, but I can't find it. A less crazy person would be ok with the knowledge that the spider is less than a fraction of the size of a human being. I on the other hand my crazy ass is still sitting on the couch hoping the spider didn't crawl this far.

90 miles per hour.

Ok seriously I can't remember the last time I felt this fucked up. No I haven't even had anything to drink. In fact I was at work until 10:15. Here's the problem I feel like I can't stop talking, but I really don't have anything important to say. Its not even that so much as I feel like I have to keep talk really really fast, and my mind keeps jumping from on topic to the next to the next, and so on.. At work it was even worse. It was the worst ADD day ever. I kept losing everything and then forgetting what I was doing. Trust me not a very good combination at all. I was able to hold back the incessant need to keep talking until I got off work, but after that I was like I hadn't spoken to a real live person in like a month. I promise though no one really wants to talk to you at midnight. Especially when you have nothing to say, or more to the point I guess everything to say. Now I can't stop typing. I do have to work tomorrow granted not till 1pm, but I'm not sure if I'm ever going to be able to go to bed. Good lord I'm going to go now.