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Post by The Beast Girl | Category: RandomCrap sacks. I’m sorry it has been SO long since I’ve blogged. Real quick: I’ve been SUPER busy—good and bad.
My life exploded, in a good way. I’ve been teaching class, going to puppy training, working hard during the days, meeting with a ton of new people, and making money (kind of). :-D
Update on my living sitch. So yesterday I met with some fun peeps for coffee and was advised, if I intend to leave my current apartment, to email my landlord. Most landlords are okay with you leaving early if they can find another tenant to rent who will bring them cash money. My thought is if I can move out early and save money in the long run on rent, it’s a good deal. Well the landlord emailed back and basically said, if I can find someone who is qualified, I can move out. My friend, The Realtor, told me about an AWESOME place out near the country. Stand alone log mother-in-law, large windows, wood flooring, gas heating / stove, 1 bathroom and a loft!
I am NOT excited about moving what-so-ever. BUT, I am extremely excited to move to the country. I also propose this move to be the last before I get married. I’m done.
Okay, gotta go get ready for a wedding…not mine. Sorry this is so disjointed. xo!
Again, NO, I am not interested.
Post by The Beast Girl | Category: Funny Stories, Not So CoolOver the past couple of months, I’ve received two notices in the mail about a research project going on in my neighborhood. I did not read the whole thing but did notice whomever partakes in the study / survey will receive $30. Since I am already independently wealthy, I decided I did not care about a measly thirty dollars. OR, I am a private individual who does not enjoy sharing information with people who knock on doors, no matter the cause. ‘Cause in Seattle, there is always a cause.
A couple weeks ago a middle aged woman knocked on my door. When I answered, she politely began telling me about the research project going on and how I could become thirty dollars richer. I may have heard about it since notices were sent out in the mail. I explained to her that yes, I did hear of it and no, I am respectively declining. She attempted to convince me to do the research project. Again, I said, “No thank you…” and shut the door.
The second notice came in the mail and, as a good little girl, ripped it up and threw it away. Never did I think little miss interviewer would return. Not ten minutes ago, someone knocked on my door. No one visits me unannounced, so I immediately knew it was some sort of solicitation. I looked in the peep hole and who did I find? That woman. Little miss interviewer. Kita barked letting me know someone was at the door, just in case I didn’t hear them knock. I debated whether or not to answer but didn’t want her to continue to knock, knowing I was home. I cracked the door and asked, “How may I help you?” She started to explain who she was and how I probably remember and there were a few mail notices about this research project, yadda, yadda. Before she could get two more words in, I’d had enough. I interjected, putting my hand up, and in a calm and respectful tone I said, “Excuse me, as I said before, I am not interested and I will not be interested. So while I appreciate you asking again, I would appreciate you not coming back. Thank you.”
Speechless and taken aback, she fumbled for words and managed a flustered, “Okay.”
Tell me, who is the rude individual? The interviewer who goes to a private residence a second time asking a question the resident has already answered? OR the resident who after already giving a negative answer, gives an indefinite no?!
Stay the f**k away.
Dear Sister,
Post by The Beast Girl | Category: RandomThe four cans of tuna you gave me are bad. After eating the first can a few weeks ago, I dismissed the immediate onset of diarrhea as a fluke. Today I prepped a couple slices of bread and cheese on my skillet, ready for a fat layer of tuna fish to complete my tuna melt sandwich. I mixed my tuna and mayonaysa, plopped on what fit and took a nice, giant spoon full of the remainder. GAG. OMG. Food FAIL. I spit it out, washed out my mouth, took my sandwich off the burner and thew it all away—including the two other cans of tuna.
Thoughts do count, but the aftermath counts against you.
xo
Medina—we go hard.
Post by The Beast Girl | Category: RandomA tip of the hat to the wealthiest neighborhood in the Puget Sound area. I am a bit disappointed in myself and my beast friend, Tamms, for not thinking this year through. Our most favorite imaginary radio show TBTL (Too Beautiful To Live) will be podcasting live from New York, New York in the wealthiest neighborhood in Brooklyn. We will be solemnly listening from the couches of Seattle. Maybe we should listen from Medina for good measure. Why did we not buy tickets?! Bollix!
How fun would that have been? Spend a long weekend in New York, a city on my list to visit, with my beast friend, attend a kick ass effin’ party with a bunch of like-humored individuals from all over the U.S.? Are you kidding me? WTF were we thinking? “If you were thinkin’, you wouldn’t of thought that!”