dammit!

I just got a solicitation call from an Ebay associate on my cell.
Now I KNOW I told those bastards NOT TO CALL ME.
SHE gets all huffy about how I allowed this. Uh uh lady, I'm PARANOID about that shit.

Guess who's getting my number removed and an angry email. When I OPT OUT, I expect to STAY opted out? They'll be lucky if I don't cancel my account altogther, I know I'm just a cog but if enough cogs break, so does the process.

Fuckers!

Be Afraid

I'm finding myself with energy tonight.
I've already emptied part of my closet, rebuilt the cube thingys I bought at Building 19 that were meant to go in the bathroom, but are now going in my closet for shoe storage, and am considering purging clothes into "Donate" and "Sell" bins, as I haven't touched this half of the closet in months. I can get rid of 90% of what I've pulled out. Roommate makes me feel much shame, MY wall to wall is full, his, not so much.

I've even built in a "bin" the top cube I put on four sides and no top, for the stuffed animals I'm insisting on keeping. Go me!

Anyway I need to work my way out of that corner, and Ms El wants me to come over and get chocolate. I think I'll see where I am in an hour. I'm not in the mood for dinner, but maybe I get it later. Wheeee!