I Think The Freezer Deserves A Light As Well

Every now and then a chain email comes along, despite how many times you make it clear to your family and friends you HATE them! In this case, a long chain letter came to my sister in what seemed it's most primal form (meaning only being sent a few times, rather than to the entire www, due to wild formatting!). Nevertheless she read them aloud as I began to make us Wild Berry Mojitios on the most humid day in CT. I soon realized I had begin to 100% totally relate to the content she was sharing.

I decided I would man up and admit when I am wrong, and that from time to time (and I literally mean, from TIME to TIME) mass emails can connect to you, or at least to me.

I can talk to as many friends, peers, and strangers about certain topics, but every now and then, the things you don't say, but think about every two days or so, make it to a mass email by someone else!

I would like to acknowledge, from what I assume is the author a Mr. Luke Grilli (please comment on this post if this all came from you) for his additions to the twitter/blogo/facebook/txt-o-sphere!

(I have bolded and italicized my own tiny tweaks to the few thoughts I personally related to)

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More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.

Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.

I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no Internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.

There is a great need for sarcasm font.

I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in, but the gym frustrates me.

Was learning cursive really necessary?

What would happen if you hired two private investigators to follow each other?

While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.

Bad decisions make good stories.

I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit? I’d like to see a cop car hiding in the branches on the Merit Parkway, so when I get pulled over, my gut feeling of denial, hatred and depression is overcome by, HOLY CRAP THAT WAS AWESOME!