A couple of days ago I met some guy in a coffee shop. He chatted me up gave me his number and asked me to call him. He's not really my type, but I figured what the hell?

Two days later, on Wednesday, I called, and left a message on his voice mail.

He called me back at 11:30pm and leaves a message on my voice mail

On Thursday the phone rang a few times. I had a lot of work to complete so I didn't pick it up. The caller didn't leave a message, which makes me think it was him.

On Friday, I picked up the phone and it was him. We chatted for a while and at the end I told him that I'll call him in a couple of days. 30 minutes later the phone rang. I ignored it, and the answering machine picked it up. It was him again.

Sheesh, I don't even know this guy and already I want to tell him to back off a little.

 

Yesterday I went shopping at Winners and bought a few things: A pair of jeans, some Keds, a jacket and a red-hooded sweatshirt.

I was wondering where the sweatshirt was made. I assumed it was made in China and wanted to confirm. It didn't surprise me that it was made in China. What surprised me was the materials label. I figured the sweatshirt was made of cotton, lycra or polyester, or something like that. Instead the label read

100% UNKNOWN FIBERS

WTF? They don't know what it's made from? It could be a cotton-polyester blend. But then again it could be an asbestos-lead blend. They just don't know. And they aren't even going to try and lie about knowing. Just a straight up "Who the fuck knows?" attitude. Very strange.

 

I have an old but good, mattress. I want to get rid of it quickly so I'm giving it away for free. I put up a classified ad yesterday and five people responded right away. Now I'm in a conundrum - who do I give the mattress to?

The person who responded first?
The funny guy?
The straightforward respondent?
The really sweet person?
The pleasant person who spelled everything correctly?

Who would you give this mattress to? Anyone have any thoughts?

 

It's been ages since I've blogged. I'd like to blame it on girlx being ill, or my new writing class I'm taking or because I've been in detox for a booze bender, but none of those reasons would be true. It's just because I'm ruthlessly undisciplined.
Usually this isn't too big a deal, but today, this fault is annoying me

I'd been thinking about going to NYC for months. Summer came and went. Ditto Labour Day. So I figured Thanksgiving would be a good time to go. Only I did very little about it. Then this weekend I decided to put my trip together. I thought it'd be easy to book a cheap flight and a cheap room.

I was wrong. All the cheaper flights are connecting ones - which means 7 or 8 hours of travel and waiting between flights (a direct flight would take me about 1.5 hours). But at least there were flights available even if they weren't ideal. Then I looked into hotels. Everything's booked. Well everything I could afford in locations I wanted to be in. Shit!

So I'm accepting that I'll have to move this trip back a few weeks, and hope the weather is still good at the end of the month.

I'\'m annoyed at myself though. If I had a little more discipline to actually book this thing a few weeks ago, I'd be on my way to NYC in three days. I really have to go something about this lack of discipline.