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Friday, November 20th, 2015
10:48 am - Friends only
So, it never bothered me to have complete strangers reading my LJ. But I find something inherently weird about having people who peripherally know me in real life reading this journal without my knowledge. So, if you want to read all about it, leave a comment here. If you're a total stranger, I'll likely add you. If you peripherally know me, I'll still likely add you, but at least I'll know you're here.

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Wednesday, January 13th, 2010
3:17 pm - Want to do a good deed?
Read her story here. This woman is a friend of mine. She divorced her (asshole) husband a while back, and has been largely supporting her daughter ever since. (Icky ex provides some support, but not much.) She and her daughter have one of the most fantastic mother-teenager relationships I've ever seen. And if she's gotten to the point where she's publicly asking for support, she really needs it. I realize that she's not the only person out there dealing with months' worth of unemployment, but if you have anything to spare, in her own words, "Thanks everyone, it means so much to me. <3"

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Saturday, July 11th, 2009
5:19 pm - Dear USPS: Lick my unwashed anus
A couple weeks ago, I left my brand new expensive sunglasses in Ian's car, and he offered to mail them to me. Literally, they were brand new - I'd owned them for less than a day. He sent them, insured, in one of the flat-rate boxes, along with a check to reimburse me for some travel expenses. Today, I went to the post office to pick it up.

After signing for it, I became somewhat concerned as it was in one of the "Sorry we screwed up" USPS plastic bags, but the box itself looked okay. I opened everything up to discover that the only items inside the box were two pieces of newspaper that Ian had used for padding material. And so I waited in line AGAIN to see what I would need to do to file an insurance claim. It turns out that only the person who made the insurance policy can file a claim. And to file said claim, that person has to have all of the packaging materials along with receipts for all merchandise involved. When I asked the manager who would be paying to send everything back to Ian, he responded "Not the USPS" in a very snide and annoying manner that made me want to punch him in the face.

To make matters worse, Ian can't cancel the check. He used his "in case of emergency" check that was in his car, so he has no idea what the check number was. At this point, though, if the check was going to get cashed, it already has. So it's probably a moot point.

Now, what makes me suspicious is multifold. First, the box was not damaged. At all. Not even a dent. Second, not everything fell out of the box - just the items of value. Third, someone at the USPS thought to verify the contents of this TOTALLY UNDAMAGED BOX and wrote on the "Sorry we screwed up" bag "Received without contents". To me, this adds up to a USPS employee removing my stuff from the box and then throwing that box into a plastic bag and pretending that something happened. If anyone else has any other explanation, I'd love to hear it.

Anyway, the take away lesson is this: When using the USPS, be sure to absolutely coat whatever you're sending in tape, so it cannot atraumatically burst open and expel only your items of value.

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Sunday, January 25th, 2009
1:39 pm - Crap
My wallet is gone. I very distinctly remember taking it out of my backpack at the gym and putting it into my coat pocket. I zipped my coat pocket and walked to Target. Upon entering Target, I unzipped the coat pocket to take out my phone, as my list of stuff to buy was on the phone. When I got to the register - no wallet. I frantically retraced my steps, including practically stripping in one of the aisles, just in case the wallet wasn't where I remembered putting it. I checked with guest services at Target. I walked back to the gym and checked with the desk staff there. No wallet = no ID, no money, no credit cards, no metro card, no health insurance cards. Awesome. I honestly have no idea if someone managed to steal it, or if it just fell out of my pocket (which would be weird - they're *really* deep pockets). Either way, I've now canceled the cards I could (annoyingly, my bank doesn't have 24/7 customer service, so I left a message and sent an email and don't really know what else to do) and ordered replacements for what could be replaced. And I'm going to use my laundry quarters (yay for procrastinating on going to the laundromat) to buy a Metro card to allow me to get to the NYC-based friend who will serve as my temporary ATM.

Anyway - consider this your official public service announcement. If you haven't already photocopied everything in your wallet to facilitate contacting credit card companies, should this ever happen to you, do it. And if you don't have a small stash of emergency money in your abode, do that, too.

current mood: fuck.

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Tuesday, December 16th, 2008
4:22 pm
It took me a while and quite a few detours. But I finally like what I do. I win :)

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Tuesday, November 4th, 2008
2:55 pm
I just voted. Relative to the eight years I've already been waiting, the four minutes I spent in line at the polling place was negligible.

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Saturday, September 27th, 2008
3:36 pm - My NYC apartment
So, I'm finally done unpacking and hanging curtains and hanging pictures and stuff. If you're curious, pictures of my apartment are in here.Collapse )

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Friday, September 19th, 2008
11:15 pm - Oh, fine.
Take a picture of yourself right now. Don’t change your clothes. Don’t fix your hair. Just take a picture. Post that picture with no editing. (Except maybe to get the image size down to something reasonable. Don’t go posting an eight megapixel image.) Include these instructions.

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Wednesday, July 28th, 2004
1:25 pm
This post will be in poor taste. You've been warned.

One of my LJ friends unfriended me recently. Normally, I wouldn't care. However, I genuinely liked this person and am a little surprised at her reasoning. She found an aspect of my lifestyle so offensive that she no longer wants to read anything that I post here. This seems a tad close-minded, but I guess that if one of my LJ friends posted something about how they were ravingly anti-choice, I'd probably unfriend them. We all have our issues.

So, here's your chance, dear reader. If you've been wanting to unfriend me for a while and were looking for an excuse, I'll try to give you one. Realize that I do not actually want any of you to leave, but if you're going to go, I'd rather rip the bandaid off quickly than have it be a slow trickle. (Mixed metaphor, I know.) I am not asking any of you to be or do any of these things, or even agree with me. Just know that this is who I am.

I am pro-choice. I have been in several polyamorous relationships, but will likely return to monogamy. I am bisexual. I believe in medical-based but not cosmetic-based research on animals. I have never seen, nor do I want to see, Titanic. I used to take antidepressants before my prescription benefit ran out. I shave my legs and armpits. I don't always recycle. I support gay marriage. I think canine ear cropping is revolting. I have cheated on some of my past lovers. I generally do not watch TV. I swallow. I purchase items made in third-world countries. I do not eat mammals. I think people's insta-patriotism after 9/11 is bullshit. I find Jennifer Love Hewitt incredibly annoying. I am afraid of developmentally disabled people. I had a sexual relationship when I was seventeen with a married man whose wife did not know about me. I have cut myself just to feel the pain.

I'm pretty sure there are probably other parts of my personality that are at least somewhat offensive, but this is the best I could do right now. So, like I said, I hope all of you stick around, but if you were looking for a chance to leave, here you go.

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