would rather see the night than the reason of the day

i miss the ocean blue. can i have them back, please? having weekends off is a new thing for me but i've quickly settled in to my routine. it generally involves cleaning, rest, and a whole lot of npr.

laugh if you must but i've been addicted to the weekend shows for quite some time. it's such a strange sensation to hear them in real time as opposed to my podcasts. i've grown accustomed to it. i'm a creature of habit. and then comes the semi-annual beg-a-thon throwing my whole routine into chaos. wtf?i NEED my carl "i look just like your grandpa" kasell "wait wait don't tell me" fix! quit interupting it with your pitch for a $150 coffee mug! if i really want one, i'll pick one up at the goodwill in two months for $1. trust me - it'll be there. and i'll drink from it on front of YOU, katie sewall and ruby de luna. and it won't be filled with coffee and no, you can't have a sip.

and don't EVEN screw with my private moment of "wiretap" with my someday husband jonathan goldstein. he loves me. i can hear it in the way he bickers with howard. yeah, i know how public radio works and all but i'm poor. if i had a dollar a day, i'd be eating hot food instead of sending it to you all. sorry if i'm bitter but the whole damn pledge drive is annoying. if these empty headed voices care about public radio so much, maybe they should work for free! now THAT'D give 'em lots of money to pay for my favorite shows without the annoying mathematical breakdowns of what my pledge would be per day. (let me tell you, they've gotten pretty adept on those calculators. bra-fucking-o. that's sarcasm.)
i have no sympathy for the cause. they all live better than me and most people i know. especially during the recession. my "stories" are my escape from the sad state of my finances and to have money money money drilled into my head yet again has made my happy "this american life" time as pathetic as payday at work. just stop. and shut up. and enough with the robots - it's still annoying and lame.i think i stepped in poo.nah, just a slug.
didja notice i traded my blue dress obsession for pale pale pink and white? why does that happen?

off to dinner at cory and christine's!