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Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Random thoughts on this lovely Wednesday morning

Hell0 All.

My how I've missed you.

You know? This working full time thing is really for the birds. I'd much rather be basking in the sunshine. And still getting paid. Yeah. Perhaps I should look into independent wealth. It could be for me. Really.

One thing that's bad about the 4th being on Tuesday is that today feels like Monday all over again. Except it's humpday. Happy Humpday.

On Sunday, my parents took Eric on a little trip up to Galena and Chris and I had the day off. Chris won "tickets" to a concert. A local radio station (the one I interned for!), does these "Live from Studio X" shows where they take a band that is in town for a concert and they have them do a small, private concert for a limited number of people at an undisclosed location. So, we went to see Los Lonely Boys. They were really good, but it was a very short concert--it was being recorded for a radio show that will air at a later date. After that, we watched the Cubs kick the White Sox ass. Well, I don't know if you can really call it an ass-kicking when both teams scored in the double digits. But the Cubs won nonetheless. Finally. It could be the last time this season. Oops. I didn't say that.

I want to go on vacation. In three an a half more weeks, we're going to Michigan. I want to go right now.

Why is it that people who work as cashiers often act as if the value of the coupon you are presenting to them is coming directly out of their pocket? It drives me nuts. I mean, I occasionally use coupons, but whenever I do, I'm always hassled about it. Do I look like I'm trying to rip off the company? I'm sorry that my $1 off diapers coupon offends you so, but get over it. That's all I have to say about that.

Now I'm hungry. Thank god it's lunch time.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Some people are always bragging about how much money they saved by using coupons. Whenever I hear such braggadocio, I feel depressed. Why can't I get organized and get my s--t together like that person instead of spending every penny I earn on overpriced stupid stuff? I'll probably be slaving away working all the time for the rest of my life, while soon you will be laughing on easy street with all the booty you've saved. To me, it sounds like you are already well on your way to achieving your dream of independent wealth.

Let me be the first to say that when your dollar-off coupons finally add up and you're a millionnaire, I will be calling you to sell you timeshares.