Sarah’s friends made her go to Vegas today. Since “planning ahead” isn’t in her job description, I am writing Best Week Ever this week. Sorry.
-Sarah’s brother has taken to leaving random and not very nice comments on all of Sarah’s friends’ social networking profiles. Now I should specify they are not nasty towards the person they are left for, but more towards Sarah. I felt like I should inform her he was doing so, and she apologized, saying he drinks too much. After a little discussion, we used our clinical training to diagnose him with Anonymous Commenter Syndrome, however a rare strain where he actually comments as himself.
-I was having a meeting with Nick about things that annoy me. One of them is overcoming being female in a dude’s industry. Nick assured me that he doesn’t know anyone who hates me because I am a girl. “People hate you for real reasons, Brooke,” he said.
-As usual I am doing yard work around the house. I am looking at the lawn, perplexed how I am going to get the crap that has accumulated off of it. I was thinking perhaps I could sweep, or even vacuum the yard. Then I remembered rakes exist.
-I am explaining to Keith how I have been really lazy all week, and I blame it on being in between seasons. He agrees, and says, “I live my life on college breaks because that’s when the best MTV specials are on.”
-I have a minor crisis one day because Facebook Scrabble seems to think I am not in the US or Canada and will not load. I tweet frantically asking if Portland has been moved to Mexico or something. Cory simply replies, “I think it was the Louisiana Purchase.”
-I opened the dishwasher to find it filled with a few inches of very dirty water. We immediately begin the process of buying a new one, because some things are that important. When I told Lisa about the crisis, she simply replied, you can’t just hand wash dishes? I replied, “People hand wash dishes?”
-Spring came to Portland last weekend and with it, a much needed excuse to BBQ. My boyfriend is a vegetarian, preventing him from getting much enjoyment out of most of the food that was there. As I raved over the bacon wrapped shrimp, he seemed ambivalent. “It seems there’s always something wrapped in bacon at these things,” he said. I reply, “Duh, everything is better when wrapped in bacon.”
-My neighborhood Arby’s closed this week. I have no idea where I am going to get curly fries any more. This is not funny, nor is it supposed to be.
-In the meeting I mentioned earlier, Nick and I came up with the brilliant idea to do guest editions of Best Week Ever when Sarah’s life is actually interesting and she doesn’t have time to write it. Unfortunately, I am up first and have not been paying attention to my life very well. I ask several people if I have done or said anything funny recently. Jared finally replies, “You are not very funny, Brooke.”
I was getting that shitty “you are outside of the U.S.A. or Puerto Rico” error message on scrabble for about a week. After cleaning out the cache on my browser it seems to be back to normal.
Haha great post. Btw practically everyone in San Francisco hand washes their dishes. It’s one of the stupidest things about San Francisco. I don’t know why apartments here don’t have dishwashers, but they don’t. So yes, people do actually hand wash their dishes.
Everything is better when wrapped in bacon. My personal favourite is bacon wrapped bacon — It’s VERY bacon-y.
RIP Arby’s…you’ll be missed.
You asked me tooo
Bacon wrapped Nathan’s…. the only way to roll!
i loled
i like the italicized intro too good work.
I want to vacuum my yard!!
i dont think yobeat has been making fun of snowboarding since 1997. does snowboarding have over a decade of suppressed anger toward yobeat? no. proof that yobeat lies. boycott yobeats sponsors and Zac “Marben Rye” now.
http://www.yobeat.com/issue1.htm Issue 1. September 26, 1997 (complete with deleted story because it was SO OFFENSIVE) Eat a dick.
I completely understand your devastation about Arby’s. My boyfriend has been heartbroken since hearing about the closing. I’ve tried to console him, but apparently there is some void that curly fries fill where a girlfriend cannot.
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