Not that I'm trying to pull one over on her, but it doesn't help when the post office delivers several orders days before they were supposed to arrive, on a day the wife is working from home. It makes my addiction look too intervention worthy.
"...now that I think about it, I would probably eat shit if someone told me, 'If you eat this bowl of poop every single day, you'll look younger." - Kim Kardashian, poo-curious.
20 minutes ago I stupidly tried some Korean hot sauce that I bought at the Asian market this morning without thinking and instantly I knew I'd made a mistake. The pain is only now subsiding. It almost triggered a panic attack. I can't do this to myself anymore.
So after my credit card number was stolen, Target canceled a preorder because they couldn't charge the card (without letting me know to update it) and Walmart shipped an order even after the charge was declined....
Meh, someone stole my credit card info again. Just had a $500 Target charge pop up that wasn't mine. I don't know about everyone else but this seems to happen every year since I moved to Georgia.
Some doorknob on Discogs has messaged me each of the last four weeks asking if I'll do a trade for an OOP album for something from his 500 goodwill finds, and the answer of no seems to trigger amnesia each time.
Sell record for $72 on Discogs. Discogs, PayPal, and USPS take their pound of flesh. Fill up gas tank. Return home with $8 less to your name than you left with. :-(
It's strange to me how polarizing Yoko Ono is when I listen to her. It can go from love to hate from one song to the next. I don't think there's another musician that provokes such an extreme range of reactions in me within such a short space.