I had to have it. It was heaven on a chain. I wanted it more than I have wanted anything this month. The problem is I'm unemployed. I can't afford cheap plastic sandals, let alone silver sandals. What was I to do?

Like any reasonable person would do, I decided to let someone with money know how much I appreciated the flip-flop necklace. I told M night and day how cute it was, and moreover what a bargain it was. "It's rare to find something like this," I said, "rare and cheap."

Well I must have said this enough times, because eventually he caved. He handed me his credit card and said "Go ahead, Katie, get it. Just stop all of your nonsensical jibber-jabber about strappy sandals and destiny."

At first I was thrilled. I added the necklace to my cart and began the checkout process. And then, out of nowhere, I saw it. This big, imposing box that said "Attach a Gift Note." Oh, screw you. How lame is that? Now I really feel great. Not only do I have to scheme to get the frigging necklace, but now you want to rub it in my face that some girls get the necklace as a bona fide gift? Ha!

So, again like any reasonable person would do, I wrote my own gift note: Dearest Katie, I love your wonderful tootsies. This necklace made me think of how cute those five little piggies look in strappy summer sandals.

And when my necklace arrived today, I read my hand-written gift note and smiled, knowing that my tootsies are not only cute, but also that some person over at Breakell & Co. had to actually write it out.
I said this at 12:09 AM |

Anyhow, I've spoken with the band, and a second song is now in the works. It's slated to be called Nighttime Katie. It's tentatively going to have lyrics like, She knows the vodka is going to hurt tomorrow, but it's okay, 'cause she doesn't have to get up in the mornin'. No pushing, no shoving, there's enough of this hit single for everybody!
I said this at 11:11 PM |

The hike itself is about 1.5 miles in length, which really doesn't mean shit in the long run. You see I thought 1.5 miles would be cake--it wasn't. What they don't tell you on the signpost is that you're going uphill. Sure, this may be common sense when you're climbing a mountain, but really this incline was steep. They could have at least flattened the trail out in some places so there might have been one second when I felt confident I could make it all the way up.

After a lot of gasping and some well-placed whines of, "No, really, this time I do need a break. I have to drink. Or pee. I have to do something that involves stopping," we did make it to the top. The view from the top was pretty, but knowing that the top is behind you, well, that's just beautiful.

I said this at 5:41 PM |

Initially, it was great. I would place a movie in my queue on Monday and it would be here on Tuesday. I'd watch it, send it back, and a new one would arrive two days later. I was seriously watching more movies than Ebert himself. And then my two week trial membership expired.

I figured I'd go ahead and pay the twenty bucks a month and keep using them. It seemed like a frigging steal. At Blockbuster, this many movies a month would have cost more than my apartment rent. This was on June third.

Coincidentally, June third is also the last time I had a NetFlix DVD in my possession. Suddenly it takes weeks for the transaction to complete. WTF?

Now here's the hearsay reason why, apparently the more movies you watch, the less priority NetFlix gives you. It makes sense, right? It's profitable for them if you hang onto your DVDs for a few days. The longer it takes you to mail back your movies, the less postage they have to pay shipping you new movies and the wider the selection of movies they have available to ship to others.

Keep in mind this is only what I have read/heard--it may/may not be accurate, the only thing I know for certain is that it is now June twelfth and I still haven't seen a frigging movie. Really, even if I give some homeless people in Seattle twenty bucks, they'll give me something entertaining to watch and they're not even employed, let alone a billion dollar company.
I said this at 10:44 PM |

You Are Katie!
Witty. With your finger most definitely on the
pulse of what's going on around you, you're
never short of an opinion on current affairs.
Always with a story to tell, chock full of wit.
However, due to your humility, you must always
admit that Welshmen that attend Liverpool
University are forever wittier. :)
Which one of The Art of Rhys-isms Regular Readers are you?
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Okay, I am going back to blogshares now. I am pathetically addicted to it, even more so now that I have unlimited transactions. If I stop blogging (and I am being serious here), blame Cyn, okay?
I said this at 7:56 PM |

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind throwing out t-shirts with holes in them, panties with no more elastic whatsoever, and similar junk; that's no biggie. What bugs me is throwing out stuff I know, despite any ounce of common sense in me, I should be holding on to.

Take the sentimental clothing, for example. Some cronkite gave me a t-shirt bearing the name of his fraternity's annual shindig three years ago, likely because I puked on whatever shirt I was wearing when we first met. Aside from home that night, I've never worn it. Chances are I never will wear it, but that's so irrelevant. It's a symbolic shirt, representing a time when I thought I was invincible and, for a few bucks, willing to prove it.

And then there's the stuff I can't get rid of because someone important gave it to me. This Christmas an unnamed member of my family gave me a hideous pink sweater. The tags and the gift receipt are still tucked inside of it. I shudder when I see it sitting in between two articles of nice, me clothing in the closet, but I have never properly disposed of it because every time I attempt to guilt overcomes me and I end up feeling like shit for even thinking about throwing it out.

Finally, there are the items that I naively spent way too much money on and therefore cannot part with, because with clothing the economics of sunk costs are simply not applicable. It's amazing how they can stick a Donna Karan label on a super-short, horizontally striped skirt, mark it down 50% so it's in my price range, and get me to not only buy it, but think I am getting a steal at $49.99.
I said this at 5:29 PM |