Random disjointed uninteresting thoughts, because if I don't keep posting, you all will forget about me
So I painted my nails again. The last iteration lasted four days before chipping, which I think is a record for me.
I also went to the supermarket yesterday (don't you wish your life was exciting as mine?), and got all righteously indignant over this woman who was messing with the Campari tomatoes. See, they come prepackaged in plastic containers, and this woman was opening them up and transferring a bunch from one package to another, in order to get more in one package. And really wanted to get all huffy and tell her, um, don't you know that's STEALING?? Because I thought the packages were a flat price. I glared at her, and she reacted by pretending not to see me, that bitch. And then later, I noticed that the tomatoes were priced by the pound. So, whatever. But I should point out that these tomatoes were $4.99 a pound. I hope they were the best tomatoes ever, at that price.
In the complaint department, I really am disappinted in the yogurt selection. I used to eat a lot of yogurt, but I hardly ever do now, mostly because it just doesn't occur to me. But also, they never have anything good. First, most of it is all that fat-free crap. It never tastes as good, and I can't stand how they add gelatin to it. The way I see it, if you're going to eat something, you shouldn't half-ass it. If you're not going to fully enjoy what you're eating, I don't see the point to eating it at all. Of course, this attitude may be the main reason why I've gotten so fat, but we don't need to talk about that.
But anyway, the brand I always liked best was Dannon, and the flavor I liked was lemon. Now, they no longer make lemon (or at least, my supermarket doesn't sell it). And, Dannon made their containers smaller. I fucking HATE when companies do this - they make the container smaller and keep the price the same, instead of just raising the price on the old container. Apparently, there's some sort of psychological effect where all people see is the absolute price, and not the...I don't know what it's called, but you know what I mean - the price per ounce or pound or gallon or whatever unit of measurement you're using. WTF? So I can't have an 8-ounce cup of yogurt because the rest of the population is too stupid to see that a decrease in size IS a way of increasing the price. Geez, I never thought yogurt could get me so angry.
Also, here's another WTF? moment from the supermarket. I wanted to buy some tea. Normally, I like Republic of Tea, but there aren't many places to buy it - mostly gourmet food stores, and, oddly, Barnes & Noble. But Bigelow makes this tea called Constant Comment, which is black tea with orange peel and spices, and it's really good, and I needed some more. So they sell it in boxes of 20 and boxes of 40. The 20 was two for $5.00, and the 40 cost $5.49. Believe me, I checked to see if there was some explanation, like, maybe just the 20 was on sale, but no, those were the normal prices. MAKES NO SENSE, people. Someone in accounting needs to do something about that.
In other news, last week, for about a day and a half, the firewall at my office was down for some reason. I have no idea whether it was intentional or accidental, but all of a sudden, I could check my personal email (I always try once in a while in the vain hope that maybe they've changed their minds about blocking it), visit a certain message board, and look at porn. I mean, in theory, that is. Anyway, it was very strange checking this particular message board, since I usually can't during the day. It almost felt like I was spying. I didn't want to post anything, because I didn't want to get used to it only to have them cut it off again, but alas, they did anyway. Pity me.
Because it seems I must always mention something about TV, I have to say something about the newest Old Navy commercial. As a general rule, I've always found Old Navy commercials annoying, but this time they have gone TOO FAR. Yes, I'm talking about co-opting Bust A Move. That is wrong. You don't touch a classic like that. I am SO not kidding about this.
On the agenda tonight: laundry. I'm trying not to get overwhelmed with the excitement of it all, but it's damn hard.