So I had to take a road trip today. (That's another storyy.)
So I had my touch for music, cell, because M is at friend's house, a large iced coffee, the ashtry is full of the touch and the converter thingie, I had cigarettes, lighter, a notebook with directions and my wallet with money for the toll.
Too many things, not enough places, and getting things OUT of my purse while I'm driving is worse than texting while driving.
So after I lost the lighter once, and dug out the second lighter (yeah, I have a back up) from the side pocket, I stuck it in my bra. As one does. Easy access, doesn't slide.
So I do the thing I had to do, see lighter #1 on seat and stick in it the cup holder. I used it on the way back, and pick M up from friend's house, and we sneak out to garage for a quick smoke.
I grab the lighter from my purse, and stick it in my bra when I'm done -- no pockets. Laugh with friend -- ha, ha, I have two lighters in my bra! Forget about it, of course.
So I FINALLY get home and take my bra off and a lighter falls out. "Oh, yeah! Huh, what happened to the second one" thinks me. "Whatev."
2 minutes later the second lighter falls off my boob and scares the shit out of me when it clatters to the hardwood.
Your boob is telling you to quit smoking.
My great aunt always stuck money in her bra "between the only two suckers I can trust".
Ahahaha. Awesome, Erin.
I have *got* to learn more discipline with money. ::sigh:: It's annoying because I opened a new bank account with almost $1K in checks, only to learn that there's an 11-day hold on checks for the first 30 days. Really? Fuck you. So now I'm having to pray to the gods that my landlord doesn't deposit my very VERY overdue rent checks until, say, next Tuesday. God. All these damn utility deposits and such add up.
In conclusion, I hate money. That is, I hate not having enough, and I hate struggling to be responsible and keep track of it.
Your boob is telling you to quit smoking.
This is what I'm thinkin.'
Hey, one of my followers on twitter has been hacked. I got a weird direct message from him. When I alerted him to it he responded, in some distress, with 'what do I DO?!"
I don't know. Does anyone have any ideas for how to respond to a twitter hack?
between the only two suckers I can trust
Now that is an instant classic!
I don't know. Does anyone have any ideas for how to respond to a twitter hack?
1) Change passwords Now.
2) Tweet "stupid weevils* in my twitter account. Fixed now. Sorries."
ETA: *Weevils are optional.
And thirding on the the awesomeness of Vortex's aunt!
I keep money in my bra, too. I've had the same thing happen with a bunch of quarters.
Thanks Sox. I'll pass it on.
