I was reading the good people over at fark.com, and they had a headline that amazon.com turned 15 years old today.

which makes me ancient.

I’m reading the comments, and people are posting the first things they ever bought. Thinking no way amazon is going to have my order history, I logged in anyways.

And sure enough, there it is. Oddly enough, 12 years ago to the day, my very first amazon order:

A Shania Twain CD.

maybe some things are best left unsaid.
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So what are the negatives about having pseudo celeb So You Think You Can Dance people in your phone? (are they C-List, D-List, F Listers??)

When you accidently text them.

Poor Brandon. He falls right in the middle of the pack of Brandee & Brittany.

I keep in touch with him on random events anyways, like when he was on Glee… but I had recently been corresponding about having him back out in September. So of course, his texts and some sent to Brandee are right near each other.

So here I am, texting Brandee Tuesday “Good job tonight. Totally different vibe…” etc etc. No response back that night, but that happens.

And then I go and check early Wednesday morning. Fack. I had sent that to Brandon. No wonder no reply.

So I pull up the message, and then forward it to the right person (Brandee). Now here is the real bitch. The DROID messaging thingy, when you fwd a message, doesn’t bump the person you forwarded it to as the last person you texted (follow me?).

So thinking I’m still texting Brandee, I send the following to Brandon:

“Of course… I sent that message last night… to brandon.”

“Don’t forget deposit if u get the chance, or send minna.”

Then I of course realized my mistake… and that I was sending all of this at 5am his time.

Somehow, he took all of this in stride, and is still looking forward to hanging out for a few days come September. No word on whether or not he took the deposit to the bank…

I can’t believe I didn’t mention this, but in the hectic week leading up to the Lamz showcase, I got a terrible piece of news in the mail.

Jury duty.

I looked for every possible way to get out of it… like sending in the form with a notation saying I hate white people. but I eventually found that I could submit a letter if jury duty would cause undue hardship.

thinking quickly, I dashed off a note to them about how I’m a daytrader and cry cry cry how it’s a busy time for me…

and to my surprise, it worked!

I got a letter in the mail last week informing me I was excused this time around. Now what that means I have no idea. Could be another 3 years, or I could just be pushed to the next batch of poor bastards forced to sit in a little room together.

(and if you don’t get the blog title reference, rent that shit… only decent black & white movie I’ve ever seen)
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I’ll end this very brief and highly uninformative update with my mom winning the internets:

Subject: Big Bird

Mom

so yeah, my mom is convinced that she has bald eagles living in her backyard.

I wrote back that I used the internets to look for a nice home to put my rents in. she was not amused.