Monday, April 21, 2008

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.