The thoughts & opinions of Sassarella, the Queen of Sass as she cavorts in 's Gravenhage & beyond. Brought to you by CES's (Chief Executive Slaves) of Big Skanky Ho Inc.
So I've spent the past few weeks attempting to get my landlord to fix my tv, all to no avail... I hate not having tv. It makes me do things like check my e-mail obsessively, read stupid books and nap frequently. Everyone on the planet will tell you that you're better off with no tv (me included) but they're wrong. All wrong. I like having the tv on whether I'm watching or not. I like making myself a tasty dinner, and then curling up in front of the tv to eat it. I like watching stupid shows and then complaining about how much they suck. Life isn't the same without tv.
Yes, yes, I'm aware that there's people in the world with real problems. Sadly, I don't know anything about them because I've got no tv.
To update, the chocolate fondue party was fun. And delicious. I've been on a bit of a chocolate binge, so after today, I'm giving up chocolate for lent. I think it's Fat Tuesday. Or maybe that was last week. Anyway, either way, I'm giving up chocolate. Which is sad because people keep showing up with chocolate and handing it to me. I almost never have to buy it. Maybe if I'm feeling especially masochistic I will buy some for the nice French people and then just watch them eat it. I used to be able to do this so easily. I used to never eat chocolate. But lactose intolerance receded, and my hormones changed, and the French people started handing me chocolate left right and centre and that was it. There was nothing for it but to go along.
Sure sure, lady. Blame it on the French. And why not? George Bush seems to be doing a pretty good job of it.
What did I learn today? Because there's always something new...
I learned the word "hermeneutic," which, according to Dictionary.com, means "interpretive, explanatory."
I learned that mortars fire upwards while guns (of the field variety) shoot straight.
I learned that some people like to pronounce "trajectory" with an emphasis on the first syllable, and that's okay.
I learned that one of my friends, I don't know who, signed me up for personals at bust.com and I'm actually enjoying peeking around other people's profiles... It's kind of like windowshopping... you have to pay to respond ($25 american! At least!), so I probably won't ever, but I can always browse. I feel kind of bad because whoever signed me up specified that I lived in Toronto, and I didn't change it and I seem to have gotten some responses based on this, notably a guy in wisconsin who figured we were close enough. I don't even think I could pick out Wisconsin on a map. So whoever you are, I'm not mad at you anymore, though you still probably deserve a kick in the pants. So fess up already.
That's it. I thought I'd gained some spiritual insight into the functioning of the universe, but it seems I was wrong. Again. Good times.
