Tuesday, December 20, 2005

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I have a blog?

Anyway, today was totally awesome! Thanks for striking, MTA! No, problem, the pleasure's all mine!

Seriously, though, this is kind of...stupid. One of my final exams was postponed for 2 weeks, which was kind of nice even though I really just wanted to be done with all my work. In the grand scheme of things, though, I don't think this was the best decision of the part of TWU. As awesome aq pointed out, the fines and financial fallout for the workers is pretty astronomical when you consider what they're fighting for. Also, the deal they were finally offered seemed pretty good. Wouldn't it be nice if we all could retire at 55? Also, an angry woman on the news screamed it best when she said "They're punishing the people who pay their salaries. I don't pay taxes for this." Right on, lady.

Well, this post is just unbelievably interesting. I must admit, I don't like its personal tone myself. I guess they can't all be winners.

In other news, I have bought no Chrsitmas presents. Not a single one. I always want to get excited about Christmas, but I think that for me, "the thrill is gone," and by thrill I mean "ability to eat large amounts of delicious food with no ill-effects and consequences of any sort" as well as "the desire to open presents revealed to be the slow sellers on the 'Latest Paperbacks' table at Barnes and Noble." That reminds me, if anyone can recommend a book about an ingenue lured to New York City by the bright lights and fancy people only to experience disillusionment in love, work, and life in general as well as a good fall from grace, please email the exact title to my mom at It'slikeshedoesntevenknowme@worstgifts.com so that she can pick them up before the only thing left on the shelves is the new Nicholas Sparks Hardcover. That reminds me, does anyone want an unused copy of Tuesdays with Morrie?

Mom, if you're reading this, I love you more than the words in a poorly-written piece of copy on the back of the latest hot chick-lit selection can say. Really.

This year I basically asked for nothing ("Please don't buy me anything. Seriously, don't. I'm begging you," to be exact) with the hope that this would translate into a modest yet sweet check that I can put toward my credit card debt. Merry Chrsitmas, Bank One! May all your wildest dreams be fulfilled as all of mine are slowly dashed by the wrecking ball of financial insecurity. I'd like to know if there's another person on this entire planet who pays 29% interest on ONE credit card. Anyone? I can be reached at SodisappointedinwhatI'vebecome@mortgagedmysoul.com.

As for what I'm going to get for my family, I feel like my continued love really ought to be enough in these troubled times. Maybe I'll just start showing off all my new book learning since they sort of paid for it. That's the gift that keeps on giving: resentment.

2 Comments:

Blogger lanyard said...

K-dawg, I laffed and laffed (especially at the mom part), but really, I think my word-verification word can sum up my feelings best:

Cauawoo.

Cauawoo, K.

12:16 PM  
Blogger K said...

cuwbf, man. Cuwbf.

12:25 PM  

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