I secretly love when the strings on your sweater are a little uneven. (See hot hoodie models below.)
Good work, boys.
What about the "I want to see the tiiiime" complaint? Wear a watch. All the cool kids are doing it (aka, really only I wear a watch, so). I have such a habit of looking at my wrist, I don't think to check the microwave.
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| (My watch is no where near this cool, fyi. Someone get on that, though.) |
Tabs. I love them. LOTS of them. We're talking, tabs for the many many many things I like to do on the internet. For example, what my Firefox browser has open at this exact moment:
That's not so bad, actually. A pretty good day for me.
...if that was all. And now, my Google Chrome browser:
| I'm actually watching this video right now and it is fanTASTic. Please, listen to it immediately. Enjoy. You can thank me later. |
I just like tabs. Everything is laid out there and open, because I usually do like 27 and a half things at once while I'm on the computer. No opening the same websites over and over, blah blah hassle. Also, I'll often start something, get distracted and start something else, etc etc etc, and soon (or a couple hours later) I'm like wait. What was I doing again? I then start closing out tabs and it'll eventually get me back to where I was hours before. (Repeat for most accurate results.)
There are a ton of other things that annoy most people but that don't annoy me, I know it. I just can't remember most of them at the moment.
Speaking of, I love having a terrible memory. You have no idea how easily that gets me off the hook for not remembering facts, details about people's lives, events that happened, etc etc etc. Also, when someone asks me if I remember when 'this and this happened and you said that and he did this' and I have no idea what they're talking about, it's better for me when they tell the story because I get to live it again as if it was the first time.
Sure, I forget some of the good things that happen, but I also usually forget the bad. It's like the "forgive and forget" thing, but with exponentially less effort.
S'all good by me.
p.s. I just bought a bag of peaches from 3 kids that came to my door. My initial instinct was to say no, like I do to almost all door salespeople (I cringe and want to die every time I do), but they were so cute! Also I'm pretty sure this peach is one of the best I've ever eaten. Win.







2 comments:
Wearing a watch is so 2001.
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