MAGIC. (I guess when you finish a season of a show and give it a good rating, they notify you when the newest season is available. They did the same thing with me for Breaking Bad and a couple other shows.)
But how do you get notifications?
I get notifications and emails. Stop it Netflix.
I get notifications for shows I don’t watch, but I share my account with goddammitdana, so i know she’s watching some real winners.
i sure am.
i was supposed to go on a first date tonight and as time went on i felt less and less like going because i’ve done nothing all day and i didn’t feel like showering and doing hair and makeup and then having to be in “first date” mode.
dude texted me late afternoon and we had a bit of back and forth and i asked how his thanksgiving was and he replied: "i’m pregnant with twerkey." so. that sealed the deal on me cancelling. i just can’t with that.
if he didn’t seem promising otherwise i would probably stop talking to him, but, i will not be my usual petty, cynical self. i will NEVER forget what he said, though.
i started chatting with this new dude on okc a few days ago and we made plans for thursday night (being an orphan on thanksgiving is tits). seems like a nice enough guy. probably definitely not a rapist, maybe probably.
i’m already maybe sort of sabotaging this, deciding i kinda hate this guy (that’s right! he hasn’t done anything wrong, nope. i’m just a fickle bunt). wondering just how fucking weird and dgaf i can be before he calls me on it. also, keep counts on how often i mention my cats; next day take that number and double it. same idea for mcribs, but triple the mention instead of double.
BUT, i will i WILL keep it together for a couple days, as i find the idea of going on a first date on thanksgiving highly amusing. barf, i bet we fall in love and talk about our thanksgiving first date at our wedding that’s held on thanksgiving and our wedding parties are made up of nava-hoes and pilgrim bros and we serve thanksgiving food at the reception and pumpkin pie, even though i hate it, because theme. blerg. HOLY SHIT, I ALMOST FORGOT PUMPKIN ALE OUT OF AN ACTUAL PUMPKIN.
really, i should put myself in the okc holidays blackhole and emerge on jan. 2, like everyone else.
man i was wicked stoned when i wrote that last post. not that that makes it any less true or let’s me off the hook for being a dick, but like, up top!, stoned dana, for making actual words that actually go together and shit. (i think? it is also entirely possible i’m still high?) (i was going to say i must not be high anymore because i have a strict no posting to/commenting on social networking while stoned rule. then, yeah, i read the first sentence of this stupid not-high post. )