Sunday, February 05, 2006
Things I Don't Understand
I am convinced that I can check my email only so many times before it really starts to get to me. There hasn’t been much for days, and still I check. There wasn’t anything new five minutes ago, and still I check. I sometimes have my email open in multiple windows because I forget that I opened a window already to check my email. This is kind of pathetic. I don’t really know why I am incessantly checking this thing! It’s like crack or something. I don’t get it.
A few months ago I kind of made a big deal out of the “My Humps” song and how horribly bad it was. Let me begin by declaring how big of a hypocrite I am. I am sitting here typing this with the aforementioned song stuck in my head. I love this song and not for any particular reason other than its insane infectiousness. Talk about crack! I don’t get why I like this song either, especially after having hated on it so much. I can only pray that this song is not rewarded with any kind of award (uh, why was “Let’s Get It Started” nominated for song of the year last year?). Otherwise, I swear I will be love drunk off her lovely lady lumps!
Damn it, I just checked my email again. And you know, it tells me every time there’s a new one, so I don’t even need to be clicking on it to see if anything new has arrived. I think this is a problem.
I love being vague as fuck. Like just now, I was asked, “What are you doing” and instead of being like, “Writing this goofy blog,” I said, “Sitting here.” I don’t even do it to be an asshole; I do it because I think it’s kind of funny. Folks all over the place are always so vague and it irritates the shit out of me, so I don’t really know why I do this. Like people who never, ever choose something. Where do you want to eat? I don’t care. What movie do you want to watch? I don’t care. Do you like to kill puppies? Sure. By the way, answering sure to a question borders on being hyper-vague. Do you think my hair looks ok, even though it’s mad fluffy and kind of funky looking? Sure. Fool, do not answer sure! Also, let me say that this is not a for real example from my life, and I am calling no one out. It is only an example of the retarded vagueness that is answering questions with “sure”.
Ah, I just resisted the temptation to check my email again. Now that I have admitted that I have a problem, I can work on conquering it! Not that this mess is taking over my life, however. This is getting kind of dumb. I suppose I should stop now before I start shaking in non-email-checking-withdrawal.
Damn it, I just did it again! ¶ 12:31 PM
A few months ago I kind of made a big deal out of the “My Humps” song and how horribly bad it was. Let me begin by declaring how big of a hypocrite I am. I am sitting here typing this with the aforementioned song stuck in my head. I love this song and not for any particular reason other than its insane infectiousness. Talk about crack! I don’t get why I like this song either, especially after having hated on it so much. I can only pray that this song is not rewarded with any kind of award (uh, why was “Let’s Get It Started” nominated for song of the year last year?). Otherwise, I swear I will be love drunk off her lovely lady lumps!
Damn it, I just checked my email again. And you know, it tells me every time there’s a new one, so I don’t even need to be clicking on it to see if anything new has arrived. I think this is a problem.
I love being vague as fuck. Like just now, I was asked, “What are you doing” and instead of being like, “Writing this goofy blog,” I said, “Sitting here.” I don’t even do it to be an asshole; I do it because I think it’s kind of funny. Folks all over the place are always so vague and it irritates the shit out of me, so I don’t really know why I do this. Like people who never, ever choose something. Where do you want to eat? I don’t care. What movie do you want to watch? I don’t care. Do you like to kill puppies? Sure. By the way, answering sure to a question borders on being hyper-vague. Do you think my hair looks ok, even though it’s mad fluffy and kind of funky looking? Sure. Fool, do not answer sure! Also, let me say that this is not a for real example from my life, and I am calling no one out. It is only an example of the retarded vagueness that is answering questions with “sure”.
Ah, I just resisted the temptation to check my email again. Now that I have admitted that I have a problem, I can work on conquering it! Not that this mess is taking over my life, however. This is getting kind of dumb. I suppose I should stop now before I start shaking in non-email-checking-withdrawal.
Damn it, I just did it again! ¶ 12:31 PM
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jon, don't worry about it. i check my e-mail compulsively too. i knew there was a reason we were friends
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# posted by 
: February 05, 2006 11:29 PM
: February 05, 2006 11:29 PM
it's nice to know that i'm not the only one who first bemoaned the "my humps" song and then turned traitor.
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