I’m searching for a router on Kijiji. Find a cheap one with no details except that its a router and fire off a message.
Me: Hi, is your router still available? Also, could you give me some more details on it?
Him: Yeah, the router is still available. Not much to tell. It works.
Me: I meant more like specs. Can you tell me what product it is? And is it Wireless N, G, or B?
Him: You’ve got too much time on your hands buddy, and I don’t…
Can I just say: what. an. Idiot. This guy would sell a cellphone by saying “Cell Phone for sale. It can make calls and stuff.” I hope his router never gets sold and he has to walk around with this piece of junk for eighty years.
I go to the walk-in clinic often. I’m a bit of a hypochondriac, so you could almost call me a regular. Normally, I go with invisible complaints: I’m dizzy, my tendons hurt, my neck feels stiff, etc., and I always get an older female doctor who does a brisk, matter of fact checkup and rapidly dispatches me. Today I woke up with a distinct bright red face rash and naturally, I felt that a doctor should look at my rash, so I went to the clinic. I didn’t bother to put on makeup, or put in my contacts or make sure my scarf matched my coat, bc I had a bright red face rash. And then, the young male doctor they assigned me to was HOT! To recap the situation, I went to the walk-in clinic with my first obvious physical symptom, a Tomato Face, and instead of the usual older lady doctor, I got a painfully attractive young male doctor who was personable and nice! My life is DEFINITELY a cosmic joke.
Yesterday, I was hanging out at Reese’s place without him. He’d gone with one of his roommates to see Captain America 2. I definitely didn’t want in, so I stayed behind. I was starting to feel a little bit starving, but wasn’t sure what to eat. He’d bought a bunch of random food, and I didn’t want to eat anything in case he had purchased it with a special reason in mind. Finally, I settled on a can of tuna, because I figured if he was mad that I’d eaten it, it wouldn’t be that big a deal to run to the corner store and buy him another one.
This was around the time the movie was getting out, and one can of tuna is a lot for a teeny person like me, so I texted Reese and asked if he wanted half the can of tuna. I explained over the phone that if he was mad about the tuna, I would just buy him another one. He laughed and said “I knew that if I bought tuna, you would go Oh-em-geeeee, tuna! And definitely eat it.”
Today, Reese is at the lab, working on his final project. Meanwhile, I’m camped out his place, waiting to go to a friend’s house for the evening. I’m starting to get kind of hungry. I creep around Reese’s food. But again, I don’t want to eat his food. Luckily, I have access to him this time, so I text him, and ask “Can I eat the Italian Wedding Soup?” This is both of our favourite soup, and I half expect him to pout and say he wanted to eat it. Instead, he messages back:
I also knew you would eat that.
So I guess my S.O is paying attention to my eating preferences and buying accordingly? Meanwhile, I forget to buy juice, snacks, or food in general whenever he comes over. :/ I think he’s winning this relationship right now.
Reese likes his pseudonym so much that he brought me this after going to the movies tonight. Sadly, it was empty.
Approximately once a week, I do a squat before I get in the shower. So yeah, you could say I work out.