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I’m 5 days late on this, but it took me a couple days to muster the energy to take a photo of it, email it to myself and then actually post it.
A [now former] coworker left this on my desk as a special present on April 1st.
It’s nice to know that you’re loved and appreciated by your peers.
Tags: april fools, kaka, moye, notes, pee
B has made the biggest mistake of his life. I don’t think he even understands what he is getting himself into.
I mean, I can think of a million reasons why he shouldn’t be doing this. I started compiling a list until I realized that it sounded like that Facebook meme that people keep tagging me with and which I refuse to partake in.
I’m not posting the last five. Mostly because I can’t think of anything else, but let’s pretend that they’re so awful, they’re not fit to print on a blog.
(Photo taken in Oct, 2006.)
I ran out of address labels so I was really excited to find some free ones in the mail. FINALLY! Now I don’t have to write them on the envelopes!
Wait….WAIT.
Excuse me??
This is the 4 billionth time I’ve been mistaken for a boy due to my name. I’m really annoyed because not only did they assume the wrong gender (can’t they tell I’m a girl by the number of Delia*s catalogues I get in the mail???) but they gave me over four sheets full of these address labels. What a waste of resources.
I guess I could still use them if I just crossed out the salutation but that would just be stupid.
The envelope also came with a free nickel, which I don’t understand because it said “This nickel could save a life.” If that’s true, then why the hell did you send it to me? Use that nickel for your charity. And you just added some extra weight to your envelope, which meant you had to pay for more postage. So basically you could have saved TWO lives.
Whoever is in charge of this marketing blitz needs to be fired.
Tags: address labels, boy, moye, wrong gender
So remember that Japanese bubble-wrap key chain, Puchi Puchi, that I finally got my hands on? (Thanks, Rhana.)
Well, now I want this kind because it has my name on it!! I mean, who else can boast to have a mass-produced fun (yet slightly disappointing) keychain with their own name on it?
Sure, it really just refers to a gross otaku definition about lusting after cute underage girls with insanely large eyes but hey! It’s my name, too! I even spell it the same way!
Okay, so yeah, this keychain emits weird cutesy “moe voices” (instead of zany sounds) that would probably creep me out–that’s OKAY. It has my name on it!!
You don’t know how exciting this is for me. I NEVER got to buy any mass-produced personalized keychains or mini license plate frames or magnets. There aren’t enough “Moyes” out there. In fact, I’m probably the only one who has “Moye” as a first name.
And that’s not even how you’re supposed to spell it.
Ooooh, it even has its own Wikipedia entry.
Tags: japan, moe, moye, puchi puchi keychain
B had his first blood test this week. I have one every year because I’m smart like that. I’m also so smart and great that I have to lie down and squeeze my eyes shut while they drain blood from me into a tube cause it totally grosses me out and makes me feel ill. I don’t know if it’s just my brain and emotional freaking out about feeling blood draining out of my body that makes me feel ill, or if it’s a physical thing.
This is why I can’t give blood. I mean, I can and therefore me not giving blood makes me a horrible person and I will gladly donate my blood for a friend or sister, but it just makes me cringe and want to throw up. I guess this means I’m not very smart.
PS. My photo got put up on Curbed LA. Yay!
Tags: Blood, Blood Test, Doctor, moye
I just realized that my birthday is exactly a week away, and I am not even excited about it.
See, usually I start reminding family members and whichever significant other I have at the moment (oohhh snap) about my upcoming DOB around August. Or late July. Maybe even the previous December, after Christmas.
Then I start thinking about things I should buy myself as a special present, despite the fact that I am poor.
Then I start buying the above things, despite the fact that I am poor and should be saving the money for the upcoming holiday gift season.
Then I start thinking about what I want to do on said date of birth, like go to a special dinner or maybe even buy myself more presents and then after that is all planned, I have a personal countdown to the special day.
This year, however, has been the complete opposite. Maybe it is because I am turning almost 30 and I am finding WHITE HAIRS on my HEAD (which I pluck out)? AHHH.
I feel really old.
I mean, look at this photo of me with my cousins. This was like, almost a year ago. Or something like that.
And now? My bones are achy. My nose is sniffy. I have age spots on my face. Sure, other people call them freckles, but they weren’t there when I was small. My neck is stiff. My metabolism isn’t what it used to be (I can no longer drink root beer floats every day). I go to bed early.
This is the beginning of the end.
It was strange to be driving home from work and realizing that it was over 90 degrees outside. Blech. I don’t like using the A/C in the car and we don’t have one in the apartment, so I feel like I’m in a dry, breezy little oven.
My apartment hallway can be a bit creepy at night, since I rarely see anyone else walk around and tonight, I was mostly completely alone.
I read this scary online story today and while it totally reminded me of House of Leaves, it gave me the chills nonetheless.
Countdown to Halloween!
This following IM exchange basically sums up my whole day:
kevin: i’m out
moyelife: bye
kevin: good luck
moyelife: have a good wkd
kevin: dont get decapitated on the bus
kevin: pz
moyelife: bye
Tags: decapitation, im, kevin, moye, wtf
I’m very ambiguous about Twitter. Either people are obsessed about it or they’ve never heard of it.
As for me, I’m properly signed up with a profile, like all things Internet-related, but for some reason, my brain can’t ever remember my login name and password. So it takes me at least 10 minutes to actually sign in and by then, I’m so annoyed with myself that the last thing I want to do is post a stupid sentence (in less than 140 characters) about what I just did. And posting sentences about how annoyed you are with life can get a bit redundant (especially since I apparently do that every day with this blog).
Also, do I really have anything to share? Not really. I mean, who wants to read about what I’m doing all the time, most of which is work. I answer phones, I type emails, sometimes I go to the potty. Who cares? Even I don’t care.
So I’ve found the solution. I simply have to post ONE personal update that will always be 100% true and applicable to my status, regardless of hour, day, season, weather, and mood.
Behold my 24-7 Universal Twitter:
I’m a genius.
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