I pooped in my hand

I didn’t really poop in my hand. Or did I?

I came home looking forward to making a tasty breakfast burrito. I tried to wash a plastic stirry thingy to scramble the eggs and realized the water was shut off and I had no idea when it was coming back. Hello, property management? A little notice please? I’m still waiting. Me want breakfast burrito.

Ah! Water’s back…

…Forty minutes later

Last night I became obsessed with Minesweeper. You know. One of the crappy games your pc comes with. Oh the fun. I mastered easy but I am a yet unable to master medium. Uuuum, I just dropped the laptop. Shhh, don’t tell TBU. Minesweeper always seemed too hard when I was younger. But now that I am able to understand the complex rules (that was a joke, I am not actually insinuating Minesweeper is complex. I was just a dumb kid) and not randomly click the grid I am having a lot of fun with the strategy. Now I want to play me some Pipe Dreams too.

Instead of getting to it, in the making Christmas gifts department, I am writing this post. Not that I don’t want to write the post. Even if you don’t believe me, I avoid filler at all costs. Why am I defending myself like this? Even if you don’t believe me…I’m not in third grade. Ok, I am going to just drop this whole topic. Next!

I got the worst sleep in the history of sleeping last night. I blame the salty dinner, although it didn’t help that the cat found a way to be under my shoulder all night. I was all out of sorts and obsessing about minutiae. For example, I wrestled over deleting the paragraph I wrote about Ms. BS and her vagina. In hindsight, I really don’t want her anywhere near themillionizer.com, what was I thinking? But it seems lacking in integrity (the integrity I expect from myself, I know you don’t expect anything from me) to just go and delete things that are unfavorable (and frankly, embarassing). I feel like I decided to post it, now I have to deal with it. So here I am lying in the bed I made and I do not like it one bit. Buuut, on the other hand I feel like, it’s a fucking blog! Just delete it if it’s that big of a deal. I have journals from when I was 8 and I’ve always been a dork about changing and rearranging my writing - as in I refused to for a long time. The way I have always seen it is, if someone were to come here in a year, they won’t have the same experience as someone who read it when it was posted, and there I go into a shame spiral of integrity. But they won’t know what they were missing anyway, sane Millionizer says. I know! But I will know! crazy Millionizer says. This reminds me of something Mimi Smartypants wrote about. She was teaching a creative writing class (or something) and a student said she didn’t believe in editing her work because it would betray her feelings at the time. So Mimi said, I shit but I also flush. The thing is, is that I don’t have a problem with editing as I write, but once it’s out there I feel like it’s permanent and it deserves to stay as though the writing were a sentient being*. Of course, I will edit in order to make ideas clearer or sentences easier to read (or if TBU says I have shared too much), but I have a hard time just going and deleting something for deleting’s sake. Does this make sense to anyone? So, after deciding to delete the offending passage last night, I came here to do it and just couldn’t. And that is why you are reading this now. Because I had to justify my craziness to myself. Damn salty dinner.

*Speaking of sentient beings, this article on dangerous toys was the funniest thing I have read on dangerous toys in a while. Quote to make it worth your while, “Is it sentient? Can it be reasoned with?”

TBU and I are researching MP3 players. I am considering one mostly for the drive to San Diego but a little bit for the cool factor. Don’t tell anyone but I might return it after it has served it’s purpose. What do I need with a $300 pocket clogger? I need the $300. Did I not mention I am driving to San Diego this Friday? Just me and the cat for 8-10 hours depending on traffic. Most of the drive will be in the armpit of California, which means if I manage to get anything on the radio it will appeal only to those who voted for W and wish he could serve a third term. California is not all Hollywood and glamour. In fact, most of it is dust and cow shit. Stay close to the coast, that’s my motto. So far we haven’t had any luck, all the stores carrying the one we want (and being within a reasonable driving range) only offer it online. Being the fiends we are, we are unwilling to wait for delivery. Right now Staple’s is our last hope. Update: Staple’s is a no go. Harrumph. I think I’m just going to settle and get whatever Costco has going.

The Millionizer needs to just shut up

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