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» The passive-aggressive guilt trip
birthday guilt: worst. gift. evar.
When I was a lassie of about 9 or 10, my birthday happened to fall on Mother's Day. My grandma had passed away a few weeks earlier and I thought things were beginning to return to normal. I quickly found this was not the case for when I flounced downstairs to let everybody lavish me with birthday-type love, my mom dropped a boxed cake on the counter sans candles and said "Happy birthday...at least you have a mother." She then retired to her room to cry for the rest of the day.
For what it's worth, the cake was delicious!
(Thu 13th Oct 2005, 14:10, More)
birthday guilt: worst. gift. evar.
When I was a lassie of about 9 or 10, my birthday happened to fall on Mother's Day. My grandma had passed away a few weeks earlier and I thought things were beginning to return to normal. I quickly found this was not the case for when I flounced downstairs to let everybody lavish me with birthday-type love, my mom dropped a boxed cake on the counter sans candles and said "Happy birthday...at least you have a mother." She then retired to her room to cry for the rest of the day.
For what it's worth, the cake was delicious!
(Thu 13th Oct 2005, 14:10, More)
» Ripped Off
born to suffer
Mine is a long, tragic story and since I'm lacking a tiny violin orchestra I'll keep it short.
I flew 6,000 miles and willingly froze my sweet Southern California ass off for 4 hours on hard, frozen East Berlin concrete to find out that I had a counterfeit fucking Depeche Mode ticket.
There was begging and pleading and offering tour crew money to let me stay but my efforts were in vain. I had to do the long walk of shame back past the long line of people waiting to get in with a police receipt in one hand and my dignity left back in the security area.
There was no comfort in the knowledge that 1,999 other people were about to suffer the same fate (there were 2000 fake tickets circulating). Only rage and anguish remained for me.
At least we won the war. Twice.
(Fri 16th Feb 2007, 16:06, More)
born to suffer
Mine is a long, tragic story and since I'm lacking a tiny violin orchestra I'll keep it short.
I flew 6,000 miles and willingly froze my sweet Southern California ass off for 4 hours on hard, frozen East Berlin concrete to find out that I had a counterfeit fucking Depeche Mode ticket.
There was begging and pleading and offering tour crew money to let me stay but my efforts were in vain. I had to do the long walk of shame back past the long line of people waiting to get in with a police receipt in one hand and my dignity left back in the security area.
There was no comfort in the knowledge that 1,999 other people were about to suffer the same fate (there were 2000 fake tickets circulating). Only rage and anguish remained for me.
At least we won the war. Twice.
(Fri 16th Feb 2007, 16:06, More)
» I was drunk when I bought this
Wo bin ich?!?!
Travel advisory: If you are a very, very drunk American in Berlin and you miss your 5:30 am train to Frankfurt for an afternoon flight back to the States, you may want to verify which Frankfurt you're buying a ticket for once you drunkenly stumble in a panic into the Bahnhof.
Frankfurt am Main? GOOD!
Frankfurt Oder? BAD!
(Mon 13th Jun 2005, 14:08, More)
Wo bin ich?!?!
Travel advisory: If you are a very, very drunk American in Berlin and you miss your 5:30 am train to Frankfurt for an afternoon flight back to the States, you may want to verify which Frankfurt you're buying a ticket for once you drunkenly stumble in a panic into the Bahnhof.
Frankfurt am Main? GOOD!
Frankfurt Oder? BAD!
(Mon 13th Jun 2005, 14:08, More)
» I just don't get it
Polish rubiks cube
When I was about 5 years old, my dad's friend was over and said to me "Wanna play with a Polish rubiks cube?"
Being 5, it sounded swell to me. Imagine the hilarity of handing a 5 year old a completely yellow Rubik's cube. I was confused, the parents laughed like hyenas but it was quickly forgotten.
Fast forward 20 years to me sitting in my office, trying to stay awake when somewhere out of the cobwebs of my mind comes "What's so polish about a yellow Rubik's cube?...*facepalm*"
did I mention I really am Polish. and blonde. double whammy.
(Sat 2nd Apr 2005, 1:56, More)
Polish rubiks cube
When I was about 5 years old, my dad's friend was over and said to me "Wanna play with a Polish rubiks cube?"
Being 5, it sounded swell to me. Imagine the hilarity of handing a 5 year old a completely yellow Rubik's cube. I was confused, the parents laughed like hyenas but it was quickly forgotten.
Fast forward 20 years to me sitting in my office, trying to stay awake when somewhere out of the cobwebs of my mind comes "What's so polish about a yellow Rubik's cube?...*facepalm*"
did I mention I really am Polish. and blonde. double whammy.
(Sat 2nd Apr 2005, 1:56, More)
» Weird Traditions
I'm sorry?
Whenever there is an advert on tv for hearing aids, my family tends to immediately stop mid-sentence to ask "huh?" "what?" "I'm sorry what did you say?" only to go back to the regularly scheduled convo as soon as the advert it's done. Don't recall exactly when this started but it still hasn't gotten old. Yay for cheap humour.
(Fri 29th Jul 2005, 23:00, More)
I'm sorry?
Whenever there is an advert on tv for hearing aids, my family tends to immediately stop mid-sentence to ask "huh?" "what?" "I'm sorry what did you say?" only to go back to the regularly scheduled convo as soon as the advert it's done. Don't recall exactly when this started but it still hasn't gotten old. Yay for cheap humour.
(Fri 29th Jul 2005, 23:00, More)