tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604899319643719818.post206995792168339873..comments2014-05-28T13:15:18.019-04:00Comments on Custom-Built Life: Things I Don't Care For—Part TwoJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10882922385943295183noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604899319643719818.post-61035028388644742152012-06-22T10:52:58.405-04:002012-06-22T10:52:58.405-04:00OMG and then I got to the bottom of my dribble cup...OMG and then I got to the bottom of my dribble cup and wouldn't you know it? GROUNDS. Bah.CincySarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15626168581245250100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604899319643719818.post-2768037959586532112012-06-22T10:12:26.646-04:002012-06-22T10:12:26.646-04:00I can't judge or disown you because I do it, t...I can't judge or disown you because I do it, too! I try to stop myself, but it's creeped in on me and before I know it I'm eating yummy spaghetti and drinking yummy coffee and punching myself in the yummy face.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10882922385943295183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604899319643719818.post-38727234829921835422012-06-22T10:11:04.486-04:002012-06-22T10:11:04.486-04:00Snort. I am definitely a victim of the Yummy Consp...Snort. I am definitely a victim of the Yummy Conspiracy. I use this word frequently, though never, ever in a wide-eyed, cotton-candy stupor or anything. Just as part of everyday conversation. "OK this spaghetti stuff I made is pretty yummy." It's all dead pan and stuff. Please don't disown me. <br /><br />You know what I hate? I hate that I rarely spend $3 on a cup of coffee from a coffee place, and then when I do, some weird science shit happens between the top third of the cup and bottom third that turns the little hole in the lid into a fucking dribble cup. I have coffee all over me and NOTHING CHANGED between the time I started this cup of coffee and now, when it's nearly gone. What the hell?? It's not like I'm chomping on it. It's not like someone has snuck in and carved a small, invisible slit in the plastic. The cardboard does not appear to be corroded. It looks the same as it ever did, so seriously, what the hell??CincySarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15626168581245250100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604899319643719818.post-31285120859281155852012-06-22T10:08:15.118-04:002012-06-22T10:08:15.118-04:00Ooh, I hate that, too! Bear does that all the time...Ooh, I hate that, too! Bear does that all the time. She'll stop something a few seconds early and just leave the timer there blinking. NO.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10882922385943295183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604899319643719818.post-80180048843059460182012-06-22T09:41:38.021-04:002012-06-22T09:41:38.021-04:00It drives me nuts when people leave time on the mi...It drives me nuts when people leave time on the microwave. Fine, your popcorn was done seven seconds early. CLEAR THE DAMN TIMER. I'm made fun of for this on occasion. OK, almost daily. Because people KEEP doing it.Dekehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00166545694914951196noreply@blogger.com