Things I have done in the past six days, in no particular order

1. Found a fabulous new apartment in The O.C.

2. Bought a fabulous new car. First car I have ever owned, ever.

3. Drove a car for the first time in about seven or eight years. On the freeway, even.

4. Bought a fabulous new Tempurpedic bed.

5. Had my credit card rejected for the first time in my life. Had to call them up and say, no, nothing's been stolen. It's just me, hemorrhaging money.

6. Learned that O.P.I. makes nail polish for dogs. Looks exactly like regular O.P.I. for people, except it's for dogs.

7. Saw a little girl who was the spitting image of Dick Cheney. Had the sneer and everything. It was uncanny. And also, very, very disturbing.

8. Was diagnosed with asthma. Kind of always suspected I might have it, but I'm something of a reverse-hypochondriac - I always think I'm imagining what turn out to be real health problems, so I never mention them to the doctor. Until I end up at the doctor for a regular checkup and I start having symptoms in the middle of talking to her, and she says, yeah, that's not normal.

9. Saw former Patriot Willie McGinest while waiting at the gate for my flight home from LAX. Wasn't sure whether to be giddy about seeing him or cry after remembering the whole "former" part. Anyway, not that I didn't know this, but seriously, dude is HUGE. Also, according to the guy next to us at the check-in counter, "the kid who just got kicked off American Idol" was spotted nearby, although I did not see him myself (then again, it's not like I know who he is, so it's entirely possible I could have seen him and not realized it).

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.

Some observations...

...made while putting off the things I am supposed to be doing, and also, maybe I might be back to blogging on my sort-of-regular-schedule-even-
though-it-was-never-really-that-regular-in-the-first-place, but I'm still not guaranteeing anything

I watched this new show last night called Grey's Anatomy. I'm not sure the world really needs another show about doctors, but whatever. I haven't decided if it's any good or not yet, but I'll at least commit saying it isn't terrible, although the woman playing the sort-of main character is a really bad actress. However, Patrick Dempsey is cute, so that might balance things out.

Anyway, here's a sign that perhaps I am having trouble separating reality from fiction. There's this kind-of hard-assed resident on the show, and I thought she looked really familiar, and I realized that she played Army Private Johnson in the movie Lone Star, in which her criminal ex-boyfriend shot her current boyfriend right in front of her in the middle of a crowded bar, and then later she got caught doing drugs. So I'm watching her play a doctor on Grey's Anatomy, and I'm thinking, good for her! She really turned her life around.

Yeah, I know, I have issues.

In other news, you can tell procrastination is at its worst by the fact that I am now sporting nail polish on both my fingers and my toes. If you know me at all, you know I hate putting nail polish on because I am possibly the least coordinated person on the planet, and I just end up looking like that woman in Airplane, except the polish is all over my fingers instead of my face. Then I have to spend hours carfully using nail polish remover to get it all off, and I invariably smudge at least one or more nails while doing that, and then I have to start all over again. I think you can see why it's not something I do on a regular basis. Also, I'm kind of clumsy with my fingers, so I usually chip it within a day of putting it on, so it just isn't worth it. (And in case you are wondering, the cheap part of me simply cannot bear to pay someone to give me a manicure.) So yeah, despite all that, I painted all my nails, so you can tell I really didn't want to confront my responsibilites.

ETA: I was thinking about this the other day, and was going to say something about it, but I forgot when I first wrote this post (I guess I could make a new post, but I don't feel like it, and plus, I was already talking about TV up there, so it seems like it fits here).

Anyway, needless to say, I will not be watching this new show Revelations. But I just wanted to mention how hilarious it is that Fred "touch my balls and my ass" Durst is a member of the cast. It's kind of like if they cast Paris Hilton to play a nun. Unless of course, he's playing the devil or something. (His character's name is Ogden. I don't know the bible very well - is that a bad guy?) Still, they couldn't have found anyone else? Because, ew.