If a previous post contained what might be my hell in the afterlife, forget it. I changed my mind. Well, a little bit. 1 of 3 things will be my hell. I think I mentioned working retail and dealing with being fired over and over. The second possibility would be having my eyeballs tortured. The third would be folding laundry for an eternity. Continue reading
Amazon never fails to amuse and scare me.
I’m currently adding items to my holiday wish list. So, when Kevin goes to shop for me – because he tries to avoid leaving the house during the holidays as much as I do – he’ll wonder why the hell I’m adding so many Samyang ramen noodles to the list. It’s simple: There are certain flavors I just can’t find in any local Asian market.
The weird part about food shopping on Amazon is when you see used as a purchasing option. While tonight is the first I’ve encountered such a nauseating phenomenon, I’m sure there are other food stuffs out there that have this option. I just don’t need to know, though.
It’s kinda like I didn’t need to know that the black spaghetti my daughter purchased contains black squid ink. Which reminds me – I’m never eating dinner at her place (when she gets her own place, without a roommate), unless she tells me what she’s cooking.
Maybe I’ll stick with shopping at my local Asian market. That way I’ll know for certain it isn’t used.
Considering the amount of food and beverage ingested throughout all of yesterday, it’s surprising last night’s dreams weren’t worse than they were. They were just typical, but still a bit unsettling. Oh, and there was a yelling incident. But not because there were any demons or anything of the sort. Continue reading
Brace yourselves. I had a very, um, weird dream last night. It involved black robes, hoods, boots, giving up any material possessions that we might turn to for comfort in desperate times, and new members of a secret society were required to have a male & female mentor of sorts, and we weren’t allowed to ever mention the rites they practiced if I ever hoped to get a job with any of the hundreds of corporations they own. Continue reading
Tomorrow is the big day. Well, it’s not really anything special. Just an order is being delivered that has been long awaited. I got sick of searching local markets, and finally broke down, paying the $10 for a package of 5. But I can’t seem to post a link to a picture. So I’ll continue with sharing what few dreams I recall from last night. Continue reading