Category Archives: Rude As Shit

Craigslist is on to me

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This weekend, for a few reasons, has been rough. I may or may not have just gotten “dressed” about an hour ago so I could sell something off Craigslist (made $75, yay!) and not look like a total sloth. Getting dressed basically involved changing out of flannel pajama pants and a thermal (it’s 74 degrees outside but you’d never know being inside my apartment) into a pair of lazy pants and the same shirt from yesterday (shut up, I plan on exercising in a bit and why dirty up a clean shirt?). Instead of brushing my hair I just pulled it back. I have had worse days but now Craigslist is calling me out when I’m posting stuff to verify that I’m a real person? Rude.

Yes I realize I’m “going shabbier” but now I’m starting to feel like, more than ever, the internets are on to me.

Heat waves hate me

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If heat waves loved me, they would occur on their own time without inconveniencing me in any manner. Unfortunately, heat waves hate me so they’re pretty into making sure they’re going to happen wherever I’m going. After the Pacific Northwest I thought nothing could be that bad – but of course hot weather had to make my visit to LA all that more miserable. Nothing like putting on sunscreen only to immediately sweat it off! In some ways I think it’s preparing me for the heat of Africa, but I’m pretty sure the end result is going to be me dying of heat stroke, with God laughing at me by previously making me miserable under the guise that it would train me for intense weather when in reality he just hates me as much as heat waves do.

Homeless Tendencies

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In the past two days I’ve been accused of being homeless by two different people. First, I was ridiculed by Abe for the way I looked in a borrowed, oversized army jacket – that I agree with but it was freezing and windy as hell, and I’m a sensible lady. I don’t make disproportionately muscled boys take off their shirt in public to give me to wear as an act of chivalry (Asians on Market). I dress myself with muscled boy’s jacket before leaving the house.

Second, I was accused of living like the homeless people in “The Soloist” which I haven’t seen to dispute, and it was such a specific insult. Of course, this came from my mom who was harassing me about the messy state of my room which has several half unpacked bags from recent trips. As she walked down the hall she yelled that I might as well get a shopping cart to store and push all my stuff with. This is why my mom’s not allowed to go to the movies. I’m concerned because we’re about to watch Doubt.