Odd.

Today a really weird thing happened to me. Basically, the phone rang and I answered it and the following occurred: (Or at least as much as I could remember)

Me: Hello?
Lady: Joanne?
Me: Yes.
Lady: Hi Joanne, it's Aunt Anna.
Me: Uh, hi Aunt Anna, how are you?
Lady: I'm good, thanks. So did you decide?
[Side: I have an Aunt Anna, she is my mom's aunt and she is slowly losing her mind. I don't know if it is dementia or Alzeheimer's, but she asks how old I am and where I go to school every 5 minutes. She has never called me before and I was really concerned about her state of mind so I was trying to be nice.]
Me: Uh...decide about what?
Lady: If you are coming to lunch with me.
Me: Who is this exactly?
Lady: Aunt Anna, Joanne.
Me: Okay, I don't mean to be rude, but you may not be MY Aunt Anna.
Lady: Is this Joanne?
Me: Yes.
Lady: Is this a PA number?
Me: Yes.
Lady: ...and you have a Aunt Anna too?
Me: Yes.
Lady: Well, I don't think you are MY Joanne.
Me: Yeah, neither do I, Ma'am.
Lady: You should have told me!
Me: I didn't know! I was confused.
Lady: Hmm, well, goodbye then.
Me: Bye

Seriously, what are the odds of that? Thankfully I figured out it wasn't my great aunt BEFORE I went to lunch with this lady.

I know there are a lot of Annas, but I like to think there aren't so many Joannes especially Joannes with Aunt Annas.

Sunshine.

My dad and I have some issues, but seriously, I don't think anyone will ever be prouder of me for the weird things he is proud of me for. For example, I can find things on the internet, make columns in Word and type on a keyboard. He is genuinely proud of how "smart" I am. He tells people that I am smart, but of course it's so ridiculous because he is like, "My Joanne is a real whiz at the computer. She knows how to Google!"

I like that of all the things I have done that is what impresses him the most. Forget graduating college and setting a world record for unemployment, I can Google for fuck's sake!

Shoemaker.

Peeps.

Remember those good idea/bad idea skits from the Animaniacs?

Today I had my very own.

Good idea: Eating a breath mint before a job interview.
Bad idea: Eating numerous breath mints after drinking two Espresso Double Shots before a job interview.

My stomach was very unhappy with my decision.

Compressed air.

Righttt, I am supposed to write stuff here sometimes.

Hmm, well, I almost killed a stray cat via suffocations and I am still unemployed.

Yup, that about wraps it up.

I could write the internal rant I have regarding the progression of the Gilmore Girls, but I don't think anyone cares about that except maybe Sara. I'll save that for a rainy day.

In conclusion, whine whine whine bitch bitch bitch whine annoy whine.

Heehaw.

Seriously, who over the age of 10 gets fucking pink eye?

It doesn't hurt like it did when I was little, but it's just bizarre. I have no idea how I got it, but I will gladly rub my eye on you so you can get it too.

I want to go to the zoo. It's a good zoo going time. Well, at least I think it is. Although, I always think it's a good zoo going time. But I really think it is now, it's not super hot so that the animals won't move around and it won't stink like hot shit.

My brain works funny.