you know you love me

ok, so i've gotten a lot of "ew you're so gross" replies to this post, and all i have to say to you all is SUCK IT BITCHES.

...just kidding. ok, so maybe it was a wee bit gross, but gross in that hilarious way, no? you know, one of those "OMG this stuff is so nasty... here, taste it" type things. kinda like sharing is caring, you know?

anywho. i haven't posted on here that much this week b/c i haven't had that much to say. it has been a relatively uneventful week filled with hot and sunny days, a few yummy culinary adventures (i am Mistress of Delicious Guacamole, hear me roar), general feelings of malaise, and just enough work drama to make me look forward to the wknd.

in lieu of the usual brilliant writing and pontificating on sundry topics that you come here for, then, i present you with a Random Craig's List Story (because really, who doesn't love a good RCLS?)...

*ahem.* so i have been hunting for a good end table (one of those items that are anonymous and impersonal enough that purchasing them from a complete stranger is perfectly acceptable). i thought i had found one, and called the # listed on the posting to inquire about it. after several rings i quickly realized that mr. end table owner was not available and i waited to leave a message. this was the outgoing message on his cell phone:

"hi, you're reached xxxxx (name withheld to protect the innocent). i'm away from my phone right now, so please leave me a message."

perfectly normal so far, right? but wait:

"or you can send me an e-mail at sargeant softie at yahoo dot com, that's sargeant s-o-f-t-double-e at yahoo, dot com."

am i the only one who found that odd?