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Before I totally ruin your day/appetite allow me to introduce you to the new man in my life 🙂 His name is Shamrock, he’s pretty awesome & I only have him for a limited time. This adorable bundle of cute was surrendered by his owner who moved to Singapore for 5 years and couldn’t afford the 10 grand (yes, ten thousand dollars) to have him tag along. After having Anna step in and save him literally hours from being gassed, he’s a pretty happy boy:
Handsome little man isn’t he? He smiles like that ALL the time. I do adore him & he’s cute/funny/sweet company but sadly I can’t offer him the kind of home that he needs for the long term. I KNOW this & I wish people would stop telling me that I should keep him when I know that I can’t. I do OK on my own, but I do enjoy my freedom and not only that his food/toys/vet bills are being either donated and/or paid for by someone else. Unlike some people who adopt animals, I do have a realistic approach to this situation. I do hope that he finds a good forever home soon, he deserves it!
In other news…
I cancelled my account on a certain site. Clearly in a moment of what can only be described as sheer stupidity (one of which I have 0 recollection of) I apparently gave someone my e-mail address. Well not the one I use on a day to day basis mind you. The I might get back to you but likely not e-mail address. You know the one where you just use your initals or some odd ball variation of your name.
We all have one of those.
So I rarely check this account and there is this e-mail from someone who said why did you cancel your account on (insert site name here)? I thought to myself who the fuck are you? I almost never use that e-mail anymore for anything and I know that I haven’t given it out in a really long time because of it. Furthermore, I don’t date red heads.
Yes I am a natural red head, however so is my father (ick) and I quite simply do not find it attractive in any way shape or form. Redheaded woman are smoking hot, men yeahhhhhhh not so much…
Anyway back to the story at hand. There’s a file attachment. No big deal, could be his face for all I know and I was
thinking hoping praying to anyone who would listen that that’s all it was. Except I was wrong and I of course had to open the e-mail itself. G-Mail of course provides you with a decent sized thumbnail of what that attachment is.
I threw up in my mouth a little. I actually thought that I was going to vomit my dinner all over my desk in a projectile fashion. So of course I had to share the horror. Which garnered the following responses:
- Me: OMFG I’m going to vomit, so much for dinner. P: Don’t eat & then inbox, sketchy scene Me:Clearly
- J: What has been seen cannot be unseen. Me: No, no it can not.
- A: Holy god! I need therapy and a hug now! I’m in shock! Me: Me too A, me too!
- C:Okay, I’ll bite. Send it this way. A: Oh gods no. Save yourself the torture! Me: Hold on C, I’m blogging about it A: I’m still crying about it. (Who can blame her! So am I!)
- The other J: (whom might I add claimed that he’s seen some pretty sick shit before) proclaimed this: OK you got me, I literally just threw up in my mouth a little.
The worst part of all:
He e-mailed me again and asked me if I liked the picture and SENT IT TO ME AGAIN! I am scarred for life now! I am tempted to write him back and say: “I’m sorry, I can’t tell you because after the last one that you sent me, I gouged out my eyes with a rusty nail and I have scheduled a lobotomy to forever block out this incident in all of it’s entirety.
I just might.
*Here’s some eye bleach* Hope you weren’t eating when you seen that…
So I think I have thought of the best possible solution to le problem that I seemingly have…
Kill them with kindness, it makes them wonder what your up to.
No seriously, I do need to get this off my chest, along with a few cup sizes…
If I manage to do so without yelling and screaming that will be quite the impressive testament to my skills I have to say. Yeah I know its not what you say, but more so how you say it.
I just hope I recall it all
Sometimes my short term memory fails me, not when I actually want it to.
Usually when I am trying to illustrate a really important point, then I forget half of what I was going to say and then I have to bring it up again because my OCD just refuses to let things like these go.
I am also thinking that I might be having a mid life crisis. Totally plausible, I’ll be *cough* 32 *cough* soon and well seeing as how a majority of my family drops dead dies from some hideous form of cancer passes onto to the after life if there even is one around 64 or so with a few exceptions, that would in fact put me at the halfway mark which is mid-life no?
BRING IT ON!
OK so if anyone really knows me, I blog about a ton of stuff but rarely do I talk about my personal life… However sometimes, you need to do the world a favor and essentially provide them with a PSA (public service announcement). Yes I know what I am about to say/do is flat out wrong but you know what? Men are really starting to piss me off these days and this guy really managed to get my panties in the biggest freaking knot EVER! Of all the “dates” I’ve been on lately, there’s only one that stands out in my mind as actually being good, I mean great, screw that fabulous. So thank you “V” for at least convincing me that not every guy is a psychopathic douche-bag! At least some people, OK one person didn’t leave a bad impression. Wish I could say that for the others but man, this guy really took the cake and blew me away! Yes I know I should have walked away and left well enough alone but you know what, yeah this time I just can’t seem to let it go. Once I get sucked into an argument, no matter how petty I WILL have the last word dammit and I did!
We started chatting briefly on one of those rare occasions I was on MSN… I’m rarely on there, I just don’t have the time. I thought he was too much of a pretty boy for my own personal tastes but hey, who am I to judge right? So anyway warning bells started coming forth but not the screaming siren sort. Mostly based on what he said, but I thought meh what’s the harm in going to meet him right? So we made plans to go to a cafe beside his work on Notre Dame I’m thinking its this one Has a PHD in engineering (take notes kids!). Bear in mind that I totally gave up everything I was planning on doing to go meet this guy for a date. He’s leaving for New York for a conference (hope his plane crashes) in the afternoon and was going to be gone for a few days and since I have a few days off of work, why waste them?
Anyway, got a call from a friend who needed some help with her computer. So I told her that I was on my way to this date with Eric and I would be a while. Meaning I would be there within the hour if things didn’t work out or a few hours if they did. So as I am about to walk in there, he texts me back telling me not to come. I was like WTF I’m there and your pulling this shit on me? So here’s a transcript of our text message conversation, then you can tell me what you think about the whole thing. Love my cell phone for this! This is also why I don’t give anyone my land line number! Very few people actually have it & there’s a reason for that!