I lost my scissors. All wrapping as come to a halt and the house wide scissors search is on. Actually, the scissors search has come to a halt because I was distracted by obner, but I'm ready to begin scissor hunting again.

I just realized that Earlimart is not Earliment. The odd thing is, I shopped for this CD, all the while thinking the name of the band was Earliment, found the CD, bought it, listened to it, yadda yadda yadda without knowing the correct name of the band.

my apartment has two floors. the heat is not working on the bottom floor + the windows are old and leak cold, cold 0 degree air! a letter has been sent to our landlord cc'ing our attorney.

I lost my scissors too, so I'm using a box cutter.

Luckily my Amazon shipment arrived as promised today.

I got a recall notice on my car since when it gets hot the accelerator pedal sticks.

I just had to go pick up my bike. It was getting fixed, and the store is hutting down for the winter. The bike store is at the bottom of a huge hill from my apartment, and Toronto was just hit with snow and freezing rain yesterday. Slowest ride of my life.

We're out of Scotch tape, so presents are being wrapped with packing tape BECAUSE I'M NOT GOING TO THE STORE WHEN IT'S FIVE BELOW ZERO, MINUS 20 WITH THE WIND CHILL.

How would one ever discover this?

I'm tired. Very tired. My mother just questioned why it is that neither myself or my little brother ever seem to know what the hell is going on in the family or for holidays. I told her that's because no one ever tells us, or they just never give us a straight answer so when the holiday rolls around they wonder why we're confused.

If they don't get the heat working at work I am going to start a revolt and I'm not going to come back to work til they do. This has been about three weeks or so now that there is no heat in the front where I have to be. Customers keep complaining. and the heating company says it's the engineers fault. blah blah blah.

All I know is my hands are frozen and I'm in a coat.

And I just sold 700 dollars in gift certificates in 20 minutes. yay

Update :: Other scissors, you suck.

I arrived in KS, after an 8:22 flight from ATL. Which means I am very tired. Slept little on the plane, but did get bumped to first class. I listened to a pretty good slow stuff mix made with tthe On the Go playlist option on the ipizzle:
Flint -- Sufjan Stevens
Sleeping In -- The Postal Service
Fast Train -- Solomon Burke
Ladies and Gentlemen We are Floating in Space -- Spiritualized
The Tide that Left... -- The Veils
Last to Know -- Alejandro Escovedo
Say Something New - Concretes
Long Time Coming -- The Delays
Goddamn Lonely Love -- DBT
Carolin Say Part II -- Mercury Rev

Am now in Lansing and it is COLD!

I noticed it a few days in the summer. Only on really hot days, mid 90s or so. When you give 'er some gas, the pedal wouldn't return to its original position if you took your foot off to slow down. It would catch, and I would take my foot and just flick it from the bottom and it would come back. It wasn't terribly common, but it would catch me off guard. The tricker part was in slower traffic or slower speeds. It would probably cruise at about 40 mph when stuck, but if you are in stop-and-go traffic that's too fast.

Since it only happens when pretty hot, I was going to get it checked out sometime before summer. Now that I got this letter from GM, they'll know I'm coming.

Christmas Eve is abit like the day Stalin died.

A prolonged period of terror and madness is over, the nation lets loose a collective sigh of relief and for the next 24 hours at least we can all just relax and be happy.

That's until the Politburo appoints an other lunatic (or New Year as it's better known).

my son's dr. suess books in latin are not here as promised by amazon. i guess it's technically christmas eve until midnight.
in other news i just recieved $1,000 bonus check via fedex.
i'm good. i'm very good.

This is the part that baffled me.

I need to finish shopping, wrap gifts, go to the grocery store...so much to do. Yet, I'm still sitting here in my boxers posting away. *shaking head*

my feet smell really bad.

Cape in the dryer?

Yup...superheroes need a cape that doesn't require so much laundering.

i love women in boxers...which is not to say i love you...which is not to say you're not fabulous...cuz you are...but...not in that way...but you could be...i'm just sayin'.

I just got home from finishing shopping; it wasnt as bad as in years past. I also bought 5 bottles of wine during various stops. And a bottle of vodka. I think im going to make santa fe corn chowder.

No one was mean except this one lady; My brother wanted me to get a gift card for him to give my parents from the movie theatre that they frequent. So while the girl is getting me my card (this whole process took, like 45 seconds) this couple comes up behind and this old hag says " She's making gift cards. Jesus, why dont they have more people working." I looked her dead in the eye and very calmly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sure I'll be done in just a second." She was disarmed, but I think she wanted to take a swing.....

i love women in boxers...quote]

Why don't you just leave him milk and cookies like most people do?

I have never thought of Chirstmas like this, but it's an interesting metaphor.

Have you ever noticed that Uncle Sam isn't so much pointing at you as he is at your crotch, with an expression that says "I thought I told you to get rid of that thing."