3 Don't cha hate it whens...

1) Don't cha just hate it when someone recommends a site or blog to you, and then you click the link, and your browser hangs? You (I) sit there for 25.75 seconds (broadband people - broadband!) before I say fuck it, I'll check it out later. Yeah - you know, you never check it out later... That makes me sad for three reasons. 1) I'm missing some good stuff 2) I can't converse about the content of said site with said friend because I was an impatient fuck, and 3) I wonder how many people pass up Fishwrap because they hang...

2) Don't cha just hate it when you get into the shower and all that's left is a sliver of soap? An itty bitty little flimsy sliver (and this is my fault, the Missus and I have separate bathrooms - secret #287 to a successful marriage) So there you are, soaking wet and a sliver of soap... I hate to say it, but I lost it. Not in the "I'm pissed off, where's my damn soap" kinda lost it... I mean -- I lost the soap!! See, I'm a scrubber. I take the bar and vigorously scrub. Mid-scrubbing I discovered a distinct lack of lather... Holy crap - Where is it? I checked the obvious places (floor of the tub, armpit... um, etc.) but no soap. I have to say this is the first time in my life that I have ever followed a bar of soap to it's er, completion.

3) This "don't cha just hate it" is just for the smokers (but I'm guessing the ex-smokers will sympathize) Don't cha just hate it when you weren't paying attention, you've come home from work, showered (and possibly lost your soap!) then you get all snuggled in your favorite "sit my ass down and have drink" clothes only to check and discover that you only have 3 smokes left. How could I have over looked that? I don't want to "prepare for out" now? I'm comfy! Damn it. I hate that.

So here I sit, thinking that it's taking WAY too long for this to post, ... Is that uh, soap I feel? ... And checking the ashtray trying to find a way to avoid putting on a bra and going to the store tonight... ::sigh::