Way back in the land before time when I started this blog, September 2011, I promised myself to post at least once a week. Sometimes I would get really excited and post more than that, but lately Tuesdays have been my thing. I missed last Tuesday. Sorry.
I also promised myself that I would never write a post apologizing for not posting. Sorry again.
Last Tuesday was one of those awful days. Usually, the graveyard of unfinished drafts would warrant some sort of post if I wasn’t able to come up with something from scratch. Nothing clicked on that Tuesday.
I had come this week expecting to tell a tale of epic proportions. The story of a lowly but feisty 20 year old girl bringing down an illegal telemarketing firm with her trickery and Sherlock-esque sleuthing abilities. The company, “air duct cleaning,” who had been harassing me daily for weeks, despite me kindly informing them that I’m on the do-not-call list, never called back. Damn them for ceasing their illegal activity! (Legally they have to remove you from their harassment list if you tell them you’re on the DNC list. I got hung up on instead, multiple times.)
I thought of perhaps detailing my unusually successful shopping experience of this weekend (with the exception of these shoes that The Bay kindly advertised online but didn’t have in store.) Actually, as boring as that sounds, I might throw it in there next week. Stay tuned! Don’t refresh my blog too much waiting for that post.
I thought about doing a post on how much I sucked at learning code at codecademy.com, but I figured two self-deprecating posts in a row was a little much, right?
Maybe this is why people like Tumblr so much.
A gif of Roger Sterling‘s acid trip? New post! (I am still waiting for clips of Mad Men‘s Roger Sterling on acid to show up YouTube. The internet is failing me.)
I would also tell you about the deliciousness of Tim Hortons’ new frozen lemonades, but I drank mine before I could take a picture.
Oh, hell. Here you go:
These things are too good to pass up, and at only $1 for a small, I can say I’m becoming an addict.
When I come down from my sugar high, I’ll probably regret posting this incoherent mess. But hey, we’re all allowed some messy posts, right? Right?
That’s what I thought.