Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Spamelotta Fagina

Hey all!

What's the skinny?  You will all be not surprised to know that I spent the weekend doing absolutely NOTHING.  Yes, that's what I said.  NOTHING.

One of the few pleasures I get from having a job is that I can spend my time knitting, talking to my cat, watching porn, or just plain staring off into space if I want to, and it's all free from guilt!!!  You see, when you're collecting unemployment, you spend every waking moment worrying about whether or not you'll get one of those damn letters in the mail telling you to go in and talk to someone about beefing up your resume, or yelling at you because it's taking you so damn long to find a job.

Sometimes, the letters say that your unemployment is running out, but thank God, you have at least three extensions left before you're cut off completely!  Here's an example:

Paraphrased.
The other guilt-ridden state of living is the ol' "going to school" bit.  Oh, how I hated that.

I was never really a devoted student.  Don't get me wrong, I got good grades, but I was never one of those that devoted a ton of time to doing homework, and I NEVER did anything ahead of time.  I was known as something of a slacker in graduate school, as I was usually hanging out at the bar when my classmates were freaking out over some assignment or other that was due in like TWO WEEKS.

The thing with procrastination, though, is that you always have that residual feeling of anxiety that you really should be doing something.  You have X, Y, and Z assignments that you could feasibly get started on, but why do that when there's vodka in the fridge reruns of Friends from ten years ago paint drying on the walls something really important and more fun to do?  Then you spend your fun time having slightly less fun because you're thinking about all the crap your less fun classmates are doing.  Ugh, I hate that.

So anyway, I spent the weekend doing absolutely nothing, minus the guilt and, incidentally, minus any kind of social activity.  I was, however, gifted with a little spam on one of my old entries from my FAVORITE commenter, a lovely individual named "steve" who posted anonymously in the following manner:

Nicely done, steve!
Just a note to all my future Anonymous commenters:  Insulting the blogger you are trying to entice is probably NOT the best way to get him/her to click on your little linky-poos.  You know what they say, it's QUALITY that's important, not quantity.  Ahem.

And that little piece of advice, my friends, is free of charge.  In the eloquent words of steve, "Hope this helps :)"

Hope you all are having a great week!!

~Bi~

3 comments:

Melbourne on my mind said...

I got pretty much the exact same comment on one of my old posts the other day. Clearly, Spambot is a total idiot, because the first three results on Google are my 20SB page, my blog and my Twitter. DUH, Steve... ;)

Meri said...

haha, ahhh the insulting spam. I laughed so hard at yesterday's spam- something about "getting all of that information from the crevices of my brain" or something. I laughed out loud, really. What have you been knitting?

Lorraine said...

I love the guilt free lazy. I get home from work, and all bets, and pants, are off. And I don't feel bad about it at all. Thanks gainful employment!!

Lor